Blackwood woke up in an entirely new place. It was some medical ward, which made him extremely uncomfortable. He didn't know if he was in a hospital or not, which made him extremely uncomfortable. He was terrified for a multitude of reasons. For starters, he had abandoned his post and stalked two women because he was seeing things. Then he came across a place in London that should not exist and was knocked out by guards with large guns. He had no idea what came over him. There was nothing but regret for his actions, but he couldn't take them back. There was no fixing this. The assistant was done for.

The smell of medicine made him sick to his stomach from anxiety. He didn't want to leave out of fear that he was still dreaming and was stuck in a nightmare again. Yet, when asked to, he obediently sat in the wheelchair that he was instructed to sit in an allowed himself to be bound to it and blindfolded. He accepted his fate. There was nothing more he could do.

In reality, however, he was being escorted through H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. headquarters. The blindfold was so that he wouldn't see anything a civilian shouldn't see. Already, they knew who he was, where he lives, who he works for, and what he was supposed to be doing that day. That only took approximately an hour to come up with. They already knew that he worked for a member of the Round Table Conference.

He was led to an interrogation room and instructed to stay put for questioning. He wasn't told what kind of facility he was in. He wasn't told anything other than what to do. That was fine. He didn't want to think anymore. He didn't want to know anymore. Blackwood had resigned himself to the idea that his life was now over. The poor man was in a state of shock over it. The man spent the entire duration of the time he waited on the person interrogating him with his head on the table. Fortunately, it felt as though time passed quickly as he didn't want them to come.

Two men approached the room, discussing the case. They were somewhat excited to be back at work on an actual mission and not a nightmare. Ciel and Alois would be the ones to interrogate the poor man, since they knew of him and what he does. That said, their thoughts were less than savory.

"We could easily place the blame of someone going through Westley's files on him." suggested the bluenette in a hushed tone as they traversed the hallways. "It would make the annoying bastard shut up."

"True, true, and ordinarily, I might agree with you." replied Alois. "He is perfect, but he's also taking care of Daniel. I'm not sure if I want to take him away from that."

"I thought you hated Daniel?" questioned Ciel.

"I am still mad, but somebody needs to kind of keep him in line." the other stated, trying his best to look peeved, still. "We need a replacement before we use up a card in our hand."

"You're soft." the Watchdog said with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I like that about you, however. It's a good trait to have."

"Even in this line of work?"

"Especially in this line of work. Otherwise, what else is keeping me in line?" playfully questioned the bluenette, smiling as he prompted a laugh from his spouse.

"You're a big softie, too." Alois claimed. "Total sweetheart. The only time you're not is when working."

"You're good cop, and I'm bad cop."

"Seems legit." snickered the menace as they finally reached the door to the interrogation room. He reached out to grip the handle and opened it, allowing his husband to step inside first before he followed behind the man and shut the door again.

Both men were confused to see the assistant in such a state. They had never met the man before, but they were expecting someone a bit more professional-looking. This man was laying down with his head on the table. His hair was a mess, and he wasn't wearing a tie. When he finally lifted his head, the man looked as though he had gone long periods of time without sleeping, judging from the bags underneath his eyes. He certainly didn't look like a man who worked for a politician. Rather, he looked like a man who had just been fired from his job several days before. The Phantomhives looked to one another, silently agreeing that they couldn't pin the file snooping on this man.

"Afternoon." Greeted Alois, taking a seat on the other side of the table. "I'm agent Phantomhive, and this is my partner, agent Phantomhive." The introduction seemed to spark some life into Blackwood, as his face shifted to indicate confusion.

"Both of you?" Paul asked.

"We're related by marriage." Ciel answered, taking out his memopad and a pen. Then, true to his nature, he hopped straight into busienss. "Have you been informed about why you have been detained, Mister Blackwood?"

"No..." replied the assistant. "I have no idea what's going on..."

"You have been detained for attempting to enter government property." informed the bluenette. "For what reason did you make this attempt?"

"I… I didn't know what it was..." Paul stated, sitting up in his chair and folding his hands on top of the desk. "If I knew, I would probably have stayed away… It looked weird, so I wanted to know what it was. It didn't look like something that belonged in London..."

"The guards who captured you said that they were informed by two women who work on the property that you followed them there." said Alois as he leaned over to glance at his partner's notes. "Care to explain?"

"I'm not..." Blackwood began, his voice laboured "I didn't mean to… I-I'm not like that… There was just… Something weird about them. I… Oh God..." The man lifted his hands off the table and rested his hands in them. His face contorted in his hands as his eyes wetted his palms. The assistant whimpered before letting out a pitiful sob. Clearly, something was bothering this man, and the duo had a vague idea as to what it could be.

"Mister Blackwood," started the blonde. "Our reports say that you were also involved in an outbreak of sudden death while sleeping. You were one of those who survived the ordeal, yes?"

"Yes…" Blackwood answered meekly. "The nightmares won't stop… Then… Then my eyes… This damn eye… Every time I look with it… Every time! Something is there… Just this eye..." he rambled, taking his hands away and pointing at the offending orb on his left side. "Just this one..."

Naturally, the duo were taken aback by this. Looking at Blackwood's medical history, there were no reports of hallucinations. The only real cause for concern from his doctor was excess of stress. The man had never brought up this condition before.

"Just to be clear, mister Blackwood, you say that you're seeing things?" questioned the bluenette. "In just one eye? What kinds of things are you seeing."

"You think I'm crazy..." the assistant said sadly. "I am crazy… I'm going mad… No one would ever believe it. Who would? No sane person would believe in that stuff..."

"Mister Blackwood, what kind of 'stuff'?" Alois pried.

At first Paul refused to answer. How could he? He was vulnerable and knew what would happen if he talked about it. He would surely be thrown in an institution and lose everything he had worked so hard for. Then again, it would appear as though he had lost all of that anyway. It happened when he got himself arrested and trapped in a government facility. At this point, he assumed, things couldn't get much worse.

"When… When I cover my right eye, and look through my left, I see things..." he began to explain. "It started after I woke up from that weird coma. It's like the nightmare followed me! Now I'm seeing wolfmen and blue devils, among other things… It's crazy… I'm crazy… I just want it to stop..."

Once again, the two demons had to look to one another with confusion written across their face. "Wolfmen" and "blue devils" sounded familiar. They knew that the man had seen Kristopherson and Logan's supernatural forms, but that was an impossibility, the night the assistant picked up Daniel wasn't a full moon night. That was strange. Some werewolves could change shape at will, however, so it may not have been Kristopherson. Amelie has this ability and uses it at her convenience, so someone else possibly could. If that was the case, there was a potential breach somewhere, or someone was not following proper code of conduct. This was something that the intel department would certainly have o look into.

"Where have you been seeing these things, Mister Blackwood?" asked the Watchdog, folding his hands on the table in front of him, resting his elbows on it as well. "You say that this started after you were released after the hospital?"

"Yes..." answered the distraught man. "But I only started seeing things only a few nights ago. I was picking up my employer's son from his friend's house. I'm a personal assistant, so it's my job, I guess… I saw the first one after I got pulled over for running a red light on my way there. I… I leaned over to grab my information out of the glovebox, and my hair got in my right eye… When I looked up again, with my left eye, the policeman was gone, and there was a wolfman wearing his clothes! Then! When I looked again with both eyes, he was back to normal! Isn't that crazy! That was only the first, though! Then! I saw another wolfman at Daniel's friend's house! The blonde one turned into a wolfman when I saw him through my left eye! The other one looked like a blue demon! Isn't that insane?! Something's wrong with me! No one in their right mind would see those things! No one! You'd have to be crazy! Right?!"

The man's volume raised as he spoke, and by the time he was almost done speaking, he was yelling. He held his head in his hands and shook it in disbelief. He knew. He knew how mad he sounded, but there was nothing that Blackwood could do. All he wanted was for this to end. He did not want to see any longer. He no longer wanted to see if he could not understand!

"Take it easy. You're gonna be fine." Alois said in an attempt to calm the other blond. "Mister Westley is working you to the bone, isn't he? He was the reason you had to go to the hospital, too, wasn't he? I think we should make him give you a little vacation. Paid, of course."

"People can only handle so much stress until they start to go mad." the other demon chimed in. "That combined with the incident at the hospital cannot do anything but cause one to do all kinds of negative things. Your body can't handle it all."

"Maybe…" Paul answered. His head was throbbing and he felt dizzy. He had worked himself up to the point where he was feeling physically ill. Perhaps the two men where right. Perhaps he did need time to recover.

"We'll have Westley arrange it." the menace informed. Naturally, both demons were lying. They simply told the man what he wanted to hear, just as demons do. It was a talent of theirs.

Still, they would have Mister Westley give the man a vacation in order to keep him clueless. They had many things to do and investigate, for now. H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. needed to double-check if there was indeed a registered lycanthrope working as a police officer in London, and the research department would be keen to find out what exactly is happening to Blackwood. He could see what shouldn't be seen, stripping bare whatever disguises a supernatural may wear. It was, to say the least, a unique ability.

"I take it that you followed those women because you saw something along the same lines, yes?" Ciel questioned, earning a nod from the man across the table.

"Yes…" Paul answered. "I knew it was wrong, but… I just wanted to know what was happening to me..."

Pausing for a moment, the bluenette looked to his associate and nodded, indicating that he had heard all that he needed to. With that, the blonde returned the gesture before standing, placing his hands on the table as he rose.

"You'll figure it out." Alois reassured as the Watchdog stood as well. "In the meantime, we need to tell our people what we learned here so we can figure out what to do with you. I wouldn't worry too much, though. I don't think you had any ill intentions, right?"

"Right..." the other blond replied, looking down again. Despite the menace's words, he was still far from confident. He knew he was way too far in over his head, and he couldn't see any way out. The demons could not sway him, and they knew. Thus, they simply turned to walk out the door.

"Hope you figure things out." the menace said, opening the door for his spouse. Before they left, though, Blackwood felt a strange impulse.

Paul felt as though he could trust the pair. They were very good at rationalising things, after all. Still, there was more than an inkling of doubt within him, but there was a small little gleam of curiosity as well. So, as the two of them left, the man winked, shutting his right eye and gazing upon him with his left.

He knew it. They weren't human either. They were something else, with horns and monkey-like tails. Their eyes were red and they wore strange clothing. They too, were monsters, but the assistant strangely felt no fear. Instead, he felt something else that he couldn't quite place. It was like he understood something on some level, but he wasn't sure what just yet. Either way, he no longer felt as though he could trust the pair. For once, Mister Westley was right about something: those two were hiding something sinister, and were definitely up to no good. Should he make it outside any time in the near future, Blackwood decided that he would definitely find out what.


A/N: Hello, hello. So many authors notes lately, what's wrong with me?

I feel like I'm focusing too much on Blackwood pfft. I feel like he's kinda the main focus of the arc, but I have no idea what people think about that. Is this arc even interesting? I don't know. I'm not the readers. I'd need feedback to know that. It's really worrying. I wonder if I should drop the arc, but I don't know how to do that without it being a complete waste of time. I really like this arc, but I've been reluctant to write on it lately because I'm convinced that it's boring to everyone else...

Aaahhh... I feel silly over it... Important stuff happens later, but will people even be reading that long? I wonder if this series is dying... That's a sad thought. If it is, I don't know what I'm gonna do about that. I'm still very attached.

Sorry, I've been kinda bummed out, lately. School started. I have to like, go places and do things. I don't like doing things. I'm not into this "classroom participation" nonsense. Or walking across campus and then up three flights of stairs. That's never fun. Fuck that shit. Hopefully, though, I can update a little this weekend.

Until then, my duckies...