Orders where orders even if...someone objected.

You.

You didn't like the idea or what Ciel commanded more so now that you thought about it. After finding Rian Stoker hiding, cowardly hiding, the man so...kindly(after being threatened by Sebastian, then Ciel at gun point) informed the situation was more dire than everyone thought. There where more Bizarre Dolls aboard the linear. Two freights! What was worse ten times the amount was stored in the bottom freight. Compared to the front, where everyone was. Meaning there was a high chance those dolls already emerged and likely swarming the linear. What Sebastian did here, killing them barely caused a dent at that. With ten times the amount, the amount of people being attacked...though Ciel had his gun, he still...but he wouldn't hear it. And gave Sebastian the order to escort Lizzie's family to safety, while taking you, Harmony, and Miguel whom he was to return to his father. The boy was crying, despite no threat happening. Harmony was frozen, not a single sound came from her, eyes shut so tight the lids began turning red. Mixed in with her tears, that hadn't really stopped. Nor her shaking, that just worsen the longer she was down here.

Not even Snake's friends could calm her with their kiss. Who could blame her? Lizzie tried to comfort her, but nothing worked. Ciel held her till he passed her to Sebastian, while telling her what was going to happen. There was no response at all. Not even when you spoke to her, her eyes remained clamped shut and curled like a kola on Sebastian. Miguel did the same thing to you, when you took him from Snake.

Though you understood Ciel's reasoning...sort of, you still refused. But, he would not bend. His eye flashed, telling you so. But, there was something else behind that steel look.

You could stay back, you could help. Your mind yelled as you followed Sebastian with the children through the halls of the linear, Miguel's nails kept digging in your skin. But, you ignored it. Hand in hand with the demon, as instructed by Ciel. Though Sebastian could easily carry all three of you, it wasn't needed. That and you kind of didn't want him to.

Ciel, your thoughts on him. He had to be okay, he had too be. But, with all those dolls now out and that man Rian... you should be back there. Not, here.

Being taken to safety, Harmony and Miguel needed to go. Yes. But, you...no. These injuries...where nothing but a simple sting really. Having had worse, nothing but really flesh wounds. Kind of. It wasn't important, even if they still ached. You could still...Ciel, squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and clench your hand.

He was just a child. That's what he was despite his title. In your eyes he was child, Madam Red's cherished words of him merged with your thoughts. Her precious nephew. She loved more than anything, her only family left...all she had...all that was left of Madam Red. Her adoring words of Ciel consume your thoughts. Twisted your stomach.

Ciel, you swallow the lodge in your throat I...I can't do..I can't just...he.. bite your lip. This wasn't right. Especially when you could feel...Stopping dead, snatch your hand from Sebastian.

He turns around. "Baroness-" To have Miguel placed in his hold. The boy latched on quickly, by the time Sebastian looked up, you where gone. Only a small stain of blood from your wound rested in the spot you stood in.

Sighed. "Honestly," He shook his head. "must she make things difficult. She's in no condition..." Going after you would only endanger the children and he needed to follow the rest of the order given to him.

With another sigh, hurried to complete it.

In the elevator hall of the Campina, the dolls had made their way there, began surrounding those there. Francis stood honorably before the women still left, sword and all engaged the mindless creatures. With the point of the blade pierced their hearts. To find it had no affect.

"Wh-What?!" She gasped. Alarmed.

"Marchioness!" Sebastian arrives. "Are you injured?"

"Butler!What are they?"

"I don't know really...But there is only one way to defeat them."

They go back to back, Sebastian switches Miguel to the arm that held Harmony, Francis noticed the children out the corner of her eyes. Her eyes soften on her trembling niece, the poor girl.

Tempted to ask about the children Francis held off. Now was not the time. Blade up, she and Sebastian fight the creatures. Taking what the butler said on smashing their heads, Francis does that. Piercing each one with. Sebastian managed with one arm free. Keeping the children safe and out of harms way. Miguel yelping frightfully each time, Harmony remained mute. Sebastian could feel her nails her dig further into his shoulder, like talons.

Smashing the last of the dolls, the horde was done. Francis does a quick check, turns to Sebastian. "Apparently, what you said is true. In consideration of the advice, this time I will excuse your slovenly face and hairstyle."

"Thank you."

Francis looks to the children. "The children," walks over to them. Sebastian shifts Miguel back into his other arm. "are as pale as chalk." Francis rest a light touch on Harmony, who remain unresponsive. "My niece is deathly afraid and trembling. Why are they in this state?" She demanded.

"The young Lord and Lady separated from the guest," Sebastian explained."and-"

"Francis are you all right!?" Alexis enters, with Edward.

They hurry over to the two. Edward was the first to notice. "Butler! What happened to Lizzy!?"

"She is with the young Master. They are both safe."

Francis and Alexis smile pleased to know. Knowing the two together where alright, Ciel would keep Lizzy safe, there was no need to worry. But, there was. There was something else Edward noticed the moment he arrived, there was Harmony. Poor girl. But, there was no May.

His emerald eyes quickly searched again, in hopes he might have missed her or she was hiding. But, there was not a single sign. "Butler," he addressed Sebastian, "where is, May?"

Sebastian gets ready to answer, Harmony shouts and jumps out his arms onto Edward. "EDWARD!" Nearly knocked the young man over, he caught her.

It surprised everyone really, especially Sebastian. "It's alright," Edward softly whispers to Harmony, "it's alright. I've got you."

"My son brings up a very important question," Alexis takes over, Sebastian turns to him. "where is my niece? Why is not with you? You said Ciel and Lizzy are together, what of my niece?"

There where no words that came to Sebastian, he couldn't think of them. Each time he did felt a rush of heat run through his body, that girl. She could be anywhere on this linear. Sebastian had a thought she might have gone back to where Ciel and Lizzy were, then again they weren't there anymore. So, the idea of her finding them was rather slim. Unless she tracked them another way. From what he gathered. Even so, even if she did, the amount of time she'd cover ground wouldn't be enough and if she ran into more dolls, would have to fight her way through. Given her condition, which weighed a bit on Sebastian. Those injuries were rather deep, then again May wasn't...human in the term. So, maybe the wounds didn't really...there was a good amount of bruising and swelling...and...

"Butler!" Edward snapped across the demon's thoughts. "Where is May?"

Try as Edward could, Sebastian heard the young man's cracked tone, even if he tried to hide it. It was heard and seen in the distress welling up in those emerald eyes. It was both powerful as it was amazing. Misty emerald eyes locked with the ruby red ones, furiously. They shouted unspoken words at Sebastian, which was clearly a reflection of their own guilt.

Sighing to himself, Sebastian breaks from Edward's eyes. "If you must know," he begins. "the Baroness..."

Check.

In the Campania's Third Class passenger dinning hall Ronald was nearly complete collecting the souls. Those killed by the dolls. "See," he said to one of the bodies. "I did say we might meet not alive."

Belonging to Sophie Smith, the woman from before. Stamps her file off as completed. Sighs. "I'm sick and tired of this seriously. I'm so friggin' busy already." He checks his watch. "and the worst has yet to come."

At that moment something zipped passed right outside the door, he barely caught the tip of something pink. "Hmm? Now, who was that?" He goes to see, poking his head out. Looking left, then right. Seeing nothing and no one. Puzzling. "I could have sworn that I saw something. Oh well," he gives a shrug. "back to work."

Not here.

Damn.

Then where? Smashing another doll's head, you step over a few bodies covering the floor. The poor people, what a horrible way to end. Ripped, mauled, and torn like animals. Some pulled apart. It was a horrid sight, blood everywhere. Mixed in with the rotten from the dolls made the smell rather unbearable. Covering your mouth and nose was the only way you could get through this hall.

They weren't here, where could they be? Stepping over a few more bodies, kind of wish you had shoes right now. Running barefooted was not ideal, but you lost your other shoe once you separated from Sebastian and children. You hope he...NO! Correction, you hope the children where safe, especially Harmony. You knew she didn't want you to leave, even if she hadn't said it. You could feel it. Leaving her was hard, your heart still bled. Every fiber of you wanted to turn back around and go back...but you couldn't.

Not now.

Sebastian had better gotten the children to safety, there was no doubt, still...he could much but not fully everything. At least not this...spotting some stairs up ahead, sigh relieved. Push faster, to be quickly reminded of your injury. A hot pain shot from your thigh, paralyzing your leg for a moment. Topple to the floor, hard. Managed to catch yourself just in time. Didn't stop the surging pain. Biting down, push yourself up. Using the wall, like a blaring light, the pain lite up. Blood slowly began to sweep out, again.

Red.

Again.

Damn.

Grunting, smack a hand over the wound, a mistake on your part. Pain shot up again, winched. Stupid. You needed to add more pressure to the area, or, there was always that other option...but you couldn't do that. You refused...it was done on accident...before...years ago.

You'd just have to add pressure. Your dress was out of the question, anymore fabric and you might as well just run around nude, God forbid that. Looking around, the only other option you had was...taking the clothes from the deceased...unjustly thing to do...and disrespectful at that. But, really what choice did you have? Besides the other one, that you refused to do.

Sighing, pray for forgiveness, kneel down carefully, reach out to the close person and take what you needed. If this wasn't a life or death situation then...well you wouldn't be doing this. Using your teeth tear some strips and wrap them around. Tightly.

There, the bleeding stopped. No more red. For now. Why did you have to become a Baroness? Why, you lament, did you have...have to...

"May", Madam Red spoke in a soft yet pained voice. Even as she smiled, touching your cheek tenderly. As her eyes. "You and I are and will forever be maiden's of tragedy."

You weren't sure what she meant. She kept going. Her hand moved from your cheek to your shoulder. "I want you to know, that I am sorry, should you ever inherit my title, you shall forever be condemn to seeing red."

Pushing yourself off the wall, pushing down the pain and swelling. Hurry to the stair case, the moment you reach it, hurry up. Limp up was more like it. Soon became more like a stagger, taking a moment to rest. A grave mistake, a shadow cast over on you. Your head snaps up just in time, two dolls get the jump on you. Mouths gapped open and hands out to grab. You jump to the side, slam your hands down on the rail, jump up and deliver a kick at the one closest to you.

Smashing their head, using your hands spin yourself like a top, swipe a sliced kick at the last one. Though not before them managed to get a swipe on your arms. You fall right off onto the stairs.

The pain was like a blow, but you bite down...held in the swelling agony. This could all go away...it all could...grip your injured arm, rock back and forth for a moment.

All you had to do...look to at the dolls...lips slowly started to part to quickly be shut. No! You shake your head...no you couldn't do that...ignoring that coursing chortle, rise. Hurry up the stairs. Reaching the next floor, a cold and familiar presence sweeps over you. Nearly caused you to gasped, stare down the hall both left and right...that feeling...it was the same from before when you first entered this vessel...where they actually...here?

Harmony!

Ciel!

No! If they where on here...if they where here...then...staring your trembling hands. Then...swallowing this wasn't the time to be afraid. Shaking that away, if they where here then...maybe this might be good. You could actually...end it. It had been years, and in those years...your skills weren't that rusted...you saved enough for this..hopefully. You still needed to...if they where are here you needed to be ready. Looking at your injuries, distastefully, there was no choice now. Hopefully, you start running down the hall. Leaping over any bodies, skipping them was more like it..they wouldn't do.

Something fresh and maybe not so fresh. Whatever worked to get you back to full strength.

Leaping again over a few more, lands, feel a disturbing shock throughout the ship. Lose your balance and trip back. "What?" You get up wondering, to feel the ship shake again, this time you grabbed something to keep yourself steady. Till it stopped.

That wasn't good, you knew that at least. Something was wrong, you could feel it. Remaining still for a moment, the shaking stopped. Good. Picking up, continue. Grateful there where no dolls here, it seemed they where dealt, by...the looks of it some sort of rapid ripping. Like something a motor tore through them. Either way it allowed you to pass through unharmed. Reaching the next level, for first class. Bodies here and there, just like the floors before.

Running over them, stop on two you felt where right. After doing what you needed to do, felt a bit better kept going. Only coming across one doll, you dispatched easily. The floor was mostly empty...sort of...you needed to get top side. Reaching the elevator find it jammed and broken, wonderful. Running and looking for another way up, come across dead ends. This running around was getting you nowhere. Sighing irritable, reaching your limit get ready to just make your own way notice some people fleeing.

Perfect!

Sprinting, follow after them. Being careful to remain hidden from them as well. This was good in two ways, one you that just churched your stomach. But, what could you do? Coming behind one of the people, hand out to snatch them back...withdraw. You couldn't do it. No matter how much it would...

Reaching outside, on the deck, get hit with a gust of cold air. Being dressed like this was not ideal in the cold. Wrapping yourself would have to wait. Right now you needed to get to the center. Running across the deck, in the opposite direction of Ronald and certain red-haired Reaper at the point of the ship.

Searching for the center, focal point of the ship, find it. Kneeling down behind the area, bite your finger hard, producing blood. Use it to marking on the floor, this was going to leave you nearly tired...but you needed to do it, after this you'd only have enough for somethings. Slamming your hands down, on the symbol those dark markings creep and tangle all through your body. Spread out from the symbol, give flash of gold hue...vanishes.

And it was just as you said, your strength was reduced. You could barely hold yourself, arms shaking and trembling...the pain came. Three times more. Biting down, refuse to cry, endure. This wasn't over, you still needed to get to Ciel and the others, standing...stagger a bit. Shake it off a bit. It didn't stop you from double and stars for a moment. That was okay, now, to find Ciel...they would or should be heading...in that...direction! Pinpointing him, hurry towards him.

Seconds after you left Sebastian comes into the wheelhouse. Quickly he studies over the blue prints, while closing the watertight doors. Deduces in nearly an hour the ship would sink completely. With that he makes his way to Ciel, stopping for a moment getting a whiff of a familiar scent. Took a quick detour, looking behind the wheelhouse, expecting to find something pink. To find nothing.

No one.

Only, he kneels down taking in a smell...blood. They where here, but not anymore. Studying the area, it wasn't long ago they had been here. They must have just left before he came, though which direction? And what was with the symbol in blood? So many questions, so little time.

Time he didn't have to waste, he needed to hurry back to his master. Takes off, in the opposite direction, you went.