Chapter 8: Guardians

Hello! It's me again! I'm doing this instead of a science assignment that was tasked to us over the holidays! So, life's great! How are you doing? If good then that's great! If not I'm sorry to hear, maybe this chapter will distract you from the inescapable jaws of crippling depression… That got dark… Now I have decided to do something a little different this chapter, I'm going to use different characters perspectives instead of just a overall (I'm saying this because I can't remember the terms and I'm too inexplicably stupid to figure it out or research!). I'ma just be quiet so you can continue reading this. Enjoy!

- Wingsie

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"Druitt! It's over! You can't hide forever!"

*three silhouettes appear in front of a blinding light*

"Secure all criminals!"

*a tall silhouetted man walks towards Ciel*

The last thing I saw?

A man…

With dark hair, and stunning crimson-brown eyes…

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I sit outside the door, waiting. Just waiting. Nothing more nothing less. What am I waiting for? No idea to be honest. It's just something about this kid is special.

*Sapphire blue eyes, shining with fear and hatred, glare up at the man walking towards him*

Those eyes… were something to admire. It was like looking into the soul of the ocean, or even the earth itself. So I sit here patiently waiting for him to awake. It's been like this for… one, possibly two days? I wouldn't blame the poor thing, the things he's probably seen, heard or experienced. No child should be exposed to such things… Even I still have nightmares sometimes, the screams of those innocents that I couldn't save… Such a cruel world.

I used to believe there was a God, I used to believe he helped us… Loved us, and helped us evolve as a species on his earth. Boy was I foolish. Turning to pray to a being that might not even care? Or better yet, not even exist! Not anymore… there is no God, no one to save us. Nothing but the devil himself, wreaking havoc among all that exists.

"There is no God…"

"What was 'at?" I looked up to see Mey walking towards me, she was carrying a medical kit, a towel and two bottles of water.

"N-nothing…" I answer quietly. She handed me one of the bottles and placed the med kit and the other bottle on the ground at the foot of my chair.

"Tawkin to yerself again sir?" She asked sheepishly as I took a sip from the bottle. I just smiled. It's little moments of humour and communication that keeps me from loosing my sanity. For a second, I thought I heard a yelp.

"Maybe." I answer, taking another drink. I must've been imagining things, but I decided to ask her for extra measures.

"Did you hear that?" She turned and looked at me confused,

"I ain't hearin' nofing except yaself and I." We sat in silence for a little longer, listening for any sound apart from our breathing. We jumped suddenly at the slam of a door being swung into the wall at the end of the corridor.

"Baldroy! Wouldja keep it down?!" Mey hissed angrily. I watched as Bard strutted down the hallway, with Finny trailing clumsily behind him.

"Is the kid awake yet?" He asked rather loudly. I watched as he brought a bottle of spitfire-ale to his lips. His alcohol tinged breath reaching my nose, which I shrivelled slightly out of disgust.

"Hah, 'e will be if ya keep on stompin' aroun' the way ya does!" Mey-Rin answered harshly. I watched amused as she snatched the alcoholic beverage out of Bard's hands before he could take another gulp. She pressed a finger to her lips and shushed him. Then ever so slowly, ignoring his frustrated scowl, she opened the door to a dark room.

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My eyelids fluttered open. At least, I think they were open. I couldn't tell if I was asleep or if the room was dark. What even happened? I'm not laying on stone? I still feel like someone threw me off a building or a fast moving horse or vehicle. Either that or I was thrown under a wagon. Whatever the heck did happen, it doesn't make me feel any better.

"Now now! Naughty children need to learn how to behave themselves!"

I winced as a wave of pain gripped my head, and back, and basically everywhere as I tried to move.

"No- no more… pl- please, I-I b-beg you!"

Those memories… are they mine? Was that me, my voice?

"Are you asking for mercy? Sweet Phantomhive?"

Druitt… I remember now… That bastard going to pay!

"Aaa-mff" I almost yelled out in pain, but quickly wrapped my curtain-bandaged hands around my mouth to muffle it. I shouldn't make any sounds, I might still be in danger.

*A man leaps towards Ciel before he could hit the ground, catching him as he fell*

Was that part a dream? Or was it all real?

BANG

Was that a gun shot? It came from somewhere outside the room! Oh no, were those army soldiers that saved us!? What if they are Germans! Am I going to die?

I started panicking, playing thoughts through my head. But I stopped and listened when I started hearing muffled voices coming from outside.

"Baldroy! Wouldja keep it down?!"

"Is the kid awake yet?" They are talking about me! What do they want from me? Is it information? Or are they just gonna torture me for fun like Druitt did? Are they German? They don't sound German. Then again, I've never really heard what a German sounds like. Except Dads old friend… What was his name again? I know he was fat…

I was snapped out of my thoughts to see the door open a crack, allowing a slim gap of light to spill into the room, some of it almost reaching my face. I quickly snapped my eyes shut and tried to relax. It's what Sebby used to do when we told him to play dead, he would flop on the ground close his eyes and go limp.

I heard a creak as the door opened more, and felt the light engulfing my face, glowing through my eyelids.

I heard a bunch of whispers, and a deep voice whisper,

"Shush, we'll need to wake him. We can't leave him lying in filth, or he might bleed out or die of infection. We've let him rest long enough."

I felt my toes tense slightly as the floorboards creaked, signalling that someone was nearing.

Don't panic! Don't panic! Don't panic! Don't panic! Don't panic! Don't panic!

I flinched as I felt a hand reach out and touch my left shoulder. My eyes squeezed tight and my jaw clenched. I waited for something to happen, but nothing else did.

"I know you're awake." A soft deep voice cooed. I slowly opened one eye and then the other, but not un-tensing until I knew these people weren't a threat. That's what my Dad told me, always be on your guard if surrounded by people you don't know. Especially if you feel they might hurt you.

I looked up and saw the last thing I remember before blacking out, deep crimson-brown eyes. I felt uncomfortable when I saw that there were more eyes staring, than just crimson. I looked around and saw chestnut-brown, turquoise-green, and sky-blue. Suddenly I felt threatened, being surrounded by so many people was too overwhelming. I threw the sheets aside and bolted up with a new found burst of adrenaline and made a bee-line towards the door. I made it out one door, now to make it out the next!

I almost had both hands turning the handle until I felt a pair of hands grab me from behind.

"NO!" I shout out in fear. Struggling to break free, I swung my legs, one which made contact with the face of a blonde haired – shaggy looking man, who used to have a cigarette dangling out out his mouth, before I nailed him in the face.

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As soon as those Sapphire eyes opened and looked around at all of us, I could tell they were afraid, these eyes are afraid and confused. Oh how I wished I could just hug the poor child, gather him in my arms and comfort him, tell him that everything is okay. But the truth is, it isn't. Nothing is okay anymore! And it probably never will be again!

He stared for a little while and then bolted out of nowhere! Finny fell back in shock, tripping over the sheets that had been strewn aside. Mey-Rin tried to block the door but he bolted right past her. Bard and I strode up to him with no effort. He was reaching for the door handle when I grabbed him.

Oh! I hope I'm being gentle! I don't want to startle or hurt him to much!

I almost laughed when the little bugger struck Bard in the side of the face, kicking the cigarette right out of his mouth. I swear, I've never seen a guy so offended before in my life.

The boy in my hands though, was not a laughing matter. He'd re-opened some of the wounds Mey and Finny had tried mending. But they hadn't been able to fully clean or care fore him until he was awake. Not any easier now though…

"NO! LET GO OF ME!" He tried to wriggle out of my grasp but I didn't let go. Bard stopped sulking and jumped in front of the door blocking it from the boys reach. I accidentally let go, in fear that I might've hurt him. He ran up to Bard and tried to fight his way past him. Tears now mixing with the blood on his face.

Tears

Before I knew what was happening, I had grabbed the boy and pulled him into a hug. He struggled slightly less, the adrenaline boost now slowly wearing off. I could hear his sobs. They were throaty and strangled. The sound of a child who has seen bad things. Many bad things…

I looked down as I noticed he'd stopped struggling all together. He was bunched up, clinging to my arms and crying. My black sleeves now soaked with tears, I picked him up off the floor and held him in my arms, bridal style. He was still choking on tears. I want to help, but I know that no amount of medicines or therapy could heal this boy. Yet I'm not afraid of trying. I'm past being afraid, that's in the past, now I need to care for someone who needs me.

"Hey," I whisper into his ear, "You're okay, we aren't going to hurt you." I try and make my voice as soft and as comforting as I could. I don't want to scare him more. I carried him back to the room, followed by a stumbling Baldroy, who was still rubbing his face.

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Sorry that was so short, I didn't really know how to end it and just felt that it was dragging on a bit. Also I hope you enjoyed the first person perspectives I used, I tried something new and I think it went great. Maybe I'll try a mix of both 3rd and 1st Pov's in future chapters! I'll try and update as soon as I can.

- Wingsie