Chapter 7: Mighty
Heyo here is the 8th chapter! Also: I'm not dead don't panic, I've just had a very VERY busy week. Just a warning for this chapter, there will be gore and blood. If you don't like that… my apologies. I was planning to update sooner, but I still had a few assessments to study for. And then there was my birthday (which was on the 27th of June), my locker at school was covered in stickers thanks to my friends and I'm still finding them scattered through all my books! Anyway, enough about me! Start the chapter already!
- Wingsie
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Druitt stood up straight again, backing away from Ciel who was sitting in a confused heap on the ground.
"Any way, enough talking! Time for action!" He strode over to a bench and grabbed something off it. He waved his hand, signalling for for people to come into the room. They were wearing dark hooded cloaks which hid their faces. The children stared in utter confusion, many thoughts wreaking havoc in their heads, so many questions that had answers to which none of them would understand or want to know. Some of the hooded figures seemed to be staring at them, an amused atmosphere floating around them. If something is happening, it's nothing good... It was quiet for a moment or two, until a massive boom was heard followed by rattling and shaking. The children looked around wildly, terrified of the sudden explosion, yet the hooded figures didn't flinch and Druitt didn't look even the slightest bit amused. He just sighed and shook his head, swinging around a golden jewel incrusted dagger, that one of the hooded figures was offering him, in his hand.
"Ugh, this again? Foolish Germans, they've already been bombing us enough! What are they even trying to achieve?" He turned to face the kids who were staring up at him, not knowing what to expect. A malicious grin crept its way onto his face, as he eyed his prey.
"Oh, my lovelies! Aren't you all in for a treat?" He declared, licking his lips. Welp, we're screwed…
Druitt clicked his fingers and before they could blink all of the hooded figures had leaped on them, separating the children from each other, dragging them into individual corners of the room. Ciel struggled and fought back, swinging his fists and kicking as hard as he could, managing to nail a guy in the knee. He could tell it was a dude by the gruff gasp he let out as Ciel's foot made contact with his kneecap. The man stumbled back, clutching his leg, letting go of Ciel in the process. The two others were struggling to hold him down, as he continued to fight his way out. He eventually broke free and made a run from where Elizabeth was being attacked, he could see the figures that surrounded her were trying to grab her and hold her down as she was crying and waving her limbs around, yet she wasn't quite strong enough to break free.
"ELIZABETH!" He managed to gasp out, his system flooding with fear and adrenaline. More hooded figures rushed up to him, grabbing his arms and legs and shoving him to the ground. He landed with a thud, smacking his chin against the cold stone floor, biting his tongue in the process. He coughed out in pain as a fair amount of blood swelled up in his mouth, dripping down his already bruising chin. There were so many hands, grabbing him and holding him down as he struggled against them. I won't submit, I can't submit! He tried and tried and tried, but it only felt like more hands were holding him down. Tears were now leaking out of his eyes and pouring down his face, mixing with the pools of blood on the ground below his face. One of the figures stood up straight, leaving the others to successfully keep Ciel's limbs and head flat on the ground. The figure grabbed something from a pocket within their cloak and flicked it out, Ciel's angry expression immediately dropped into one of pure terror; the figure had pulled out a whip.
"Now now! Naughty children need to learn how to behave themselves!" Druitt yelled, laughing as if he'd made a joke. Ciel was lifted off the ground and dragged forcefully over the a thick wooden beam that was just wide enough so that his arms could wind around it fully. They pushed him flush against it and tied his hands (by the wrists) to the other side, forcing him to basically hug the wood. They also tightened ropes around his legs to make sure he had limited freedom to move. Ciel was frozen with fear, his muscles tense and his breathing rapid and shallow. He felt like he was suffocating. Druitt entered his line of sight and came right up in Ciel's face.
"Time for some entertainment eigh?" He spoke softly, yet his his tone had no warmth, no sympathy. It only portrayed amusement and a cold, cruel lust. He stroked the side of Ciel's right cheek (as the left side was up against the wood), then backed away slowly and watched from the shadows.
Ciel took a deep breathe in and awaited what was to come, fear pulsing through him like a poison. And just like that the first lash was brought upon his back. As soon as the whip made contact a burning sensation, worse than any pain he'd ever felt, shot through the entirety of his torso and the base of his limbs and neck. He choked out an agonised cry, tears flooding down his cheeks. It felt like he was about to die, the pain was so intense; it felt like a hell flame had been lit upon his skin. The pain was so agonising that he thought he'd faint from the strain of his screams. His throat felt like it had been torn, and his lungs felt like they would collapse. He took in sharp short breaths, hyperventilating to the point where black spots dizzied his vision. His short breaths turned into large, greedy big ones. His lungs filling with cold air that stung and tore at his insides.
"No- no more… pl- please, I-I b-beg you!" He panted out between breaths. The room had gone silent, as if everyone was listening to his pitiful pleas for mercy.
"Are you asking for mercy? Sweet Phantomhive?" Druitt cooed in a mock tone, shoving his face in Ciel's. Only to get spat on in return. He smiled, wiping the saliva away and backing up.
"6 more lashes, and make them painful and lasting." He stood up, leaving in the direction of Elizabeth who was staring at Ciel with pity, sympathy and fear. It pained him to see her look like that, but what pained him more was the lash of the next whip striking his backside in a different place than before. It happened five more times after that, and each time felt like it hurt more than the last.
He felt the ropes being released, and he couldn't support himself. He started falling backwards, until those hooded figures caught him, not caring to avoid touching the gashes on his back and shoulders. He choked out in pain as fingers purposefully dug themselves into the wounds as they lowered him onto the ground. As soon as his body touched the floor his eyelids grew heavy, but he daren't fall asleep. At least not yet. When it was all over, then he could relax peacefully and leave this hell. No! I must… protect… ELIZABETH! He tried lifting himself feebly off the ground, only to be stomped on by multiple feet. The kicks kept coming, getting him in the head, back, arms, legs and anywhere they could reach. He tried rolling away, but that idea was immediately dropped as his back burned with pain. And he'd left himself open for too long; he realised this the second a foot made contact with his ribcage, sending him sprawling across the stone which was now painted in blood, from all four corners of the room.
He pulled himself into his corner, as the figures edged closer holding all sorts of weapons. Why couldn't the pain and suffering end!? WHY CAN'T I JUST DIE ALREADY!?
BOOOM!
The whole room shook as another bomb was dropped, yet this time, it was right on top of them. The explosion blasted a gaping hole in the ceiling between Alois' and Lucas' corners, collapsing parts of the wall beneath it. Before the dust even cleared men wearing army uniforms and wielding guns climbed through the ruined wall, filling the room and pointing their guns at each and every person in the room. Ciel looked up in fear, his eyes catching sight of a tall man who looked to be the one in charge look around the room, until his eyes came to rest on the man in white himself: Aleister Druitt.
"Druitt! It's over! You can't hide forever!" His deep and oddly soothing voice echoed off the stone walls. Three people appeared behind him, one of them looked not much older than Ciel; he had turquoise eyes and short blonde hair. Another man was grinning smugly, a cigarette hanging out from between his teeth as he held a gun over his shoulder. The third person was a female with dark red hair and glasses, Ciel couldn't discern the colour of her eyes from where he was sitting. The tall man though; had raven black hair and mesmerising crimson brown, almost red, eyes. He didn't realise he'd been staring until the crimson brown eyes locked onto sapphire blue. The others eyes filled with shock as he saw four children spread throughout the room, he turned to the soldiers under his command and spoke up.
"Secure all the criminals!" Then he turned to the three behind him, "Bard, Finny, Mey, secure a child each. Bard you take the blonde boy, Mey take the girl, Finny grab the small redhead." They nodded and headed over to their assigned children. Ciel then watched as the raven turned towards him, he watched scared as the tall man slowly walked towards him. He tried to get up and run away, his back flared up and he collapsed, coughing up blood. He braced to hit the cold-hard-stone ground but the impact never came. Instead he felt soft warm arms embracing him ever so gently. The sudden movement made him dizzy, and he only got a very blurry image of the man staring down at him concerned, before he blacked out completely.
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Righto, I legit spent all night writing that, then woke and started editing. I'm very sorry for taking so long cuz like I said: I had a extremely busy week! But anyway, I have a sports game in a few hours so I need to think about getting ready! Then I have ice skating.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'll be free during these upcoming school holidays! Plenty of time to release a few chapters!
Enjoy the rest of your day! And be happy! Love:
-Wingsie
