Hi guys! Again I'm so sorry for that little chapter mix up, of any of you remember it. So I left you with a cliffhanger last time, and I'm sure you all just want me to shut up and freaking write the damn chapter already right? But I'm not going to. First I have to say happy birthday!Happy birthday to Erika Saunders! She was my inspiration for Clara the nun, and to be honest at first it was because she begged me to create a character that represented her. This is my birthday gift to you because I am broke! Not really I just ya' know want to go to college, but that's not the point! So I hope you like it! Oh and this chapter is all action and quite short, JUST LIKE YOU ERIKA!
JUIUSANNI VERSE MON PETIT!
So now on to my newest chapter.
The cell I was led to was under ground, meaning it was dark cold and damp. In true captured fashion I stopped to see if I could escape, before one of the lackeys pushed me between my shoulder blades, which predictably sent me tumbling onto the hard cobblestone. I could have burst out crying right then and there, but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. A Turkish man in a white mask told me that, "The Master." Was happy to have finally caught me, and was going to torture me first, before he tried to kill me all together.
"Thank you for telling me the master plan," I said sarcastically. I continued to talk, seeing just how much I could piss him off, thinking back on it; it probably wasn't the best idea. It was rather needless to say, but I really succeeded in pissing him off.
Having enough of my tongue, he backhanded me, the way that the ex-Viscount had. (He had been found the day I had that incident with William in the Thames, he had been murdered the night before.)
Lucky for me before he could do some serious damage to my face, he was called off by his partner, the one who had captured Lizzie. "Do you know what the master will do if he finds out we killed her before he got to him?" they exchanged glances and walked out, locking the door behind them leaving me in the complete darkness.
The Search party's POV
"Who are you and why do you know where my sister is?" Ciel demanded. Clara rolled her eyes.
"Such a demanding little Chihuahua you are." She commented. "I am the woman who saved your sister in that fire nine years ago."
"Cousin," Sebastian said surprised as his not one member of his family had seen him since he had been employed by the young Earl. "It has been a while. How are you?"
She shrugged, "Just fine, and I understand you adopted little Catherine as your almost daughter." The group looked surprised. THIS was Clara? As in Clara the nun? Just looking at the woman you knew that nuns had become way more badass than you ever thought they could be. She didn't wait for them to ask questions instead taking the initiative to start explaining what she knew. "The cult that captured her has been after her for years." She looked to Ciel, "You know them as the men in the white masks. It's likely that they are planning to torture her, and put her in all kinds of pain before they really do kill her, they've been through way too much trouble for them to kill her quickly and be done with it. While torture is never good it does buy us a couple of days to find where the cult is hiding her" Sebastian nodded and said that it sounded about right. "It'll probably be hard to find, but it'll be ever harder to get in, it's likely it'll take all of us posted at different sections through their base to get through to where they're keeping Cat, imagine a high security prison for the criminally insane, now multiply that by ten, that's how many guards alarms and barricades there are. Steel, something that no man can open so we would have to find a way around tha-" Finny cut Clara off.
"I have superhuman strength; it'll be easy for me to get open the doors." Clara widened her eyes a little, but told Finny that it was perfect. Sebastian took in every word that they said and devised the plan.
"Okay, this is what's going to happen when we first infiltrate I want Mey-rin to kill all guards that way we can get in with no alarms. Then the next level I want it to be Ciel and Bard. Ciel needs a disguise for that. After we get through Bard will come with us and Ciel will stand there and keep watch. According to Clara's knowledge there are five or six levels, by now we would be on the second level with four levels to go. Bard will probably stay on the third or fourth level to try to kill any reinforcements for the guards, two more levels after that, Clara will probably stay just to make sure that nobody gets through. The next level will most likely be heavily barricaded because it's the only level before the cell that Cat's in. I'm going to need Finny to break the door down and keep the guards occupied while I finally end up rescuing Cat. Sound like a plan?" Everyone's head was swimming with their instructions but they nodded any way. Soon, if they wanted her to survive they would have to start soon. Ciel looked at Sebastian worriedly.
"What do I do if they kill her Sebastian?"
"That's simple, they won't kill her, there is no way in hell that I am ever going to let that happen."
Cat's POV
I hissed in pain. After the guards left I finally got to react to the pain I was going through. Well for started my wrist was in an open fracture, meaning the bone was sticking out of my skin, and it was pretty plain to see that I had a black eye that leaked down into a big purple bruise on the side of my face. I also had a feeling that this wasn't exactly going to go my way, and that there were far worse injuries to come once the so called 'torture' began. After a day or two in the cell, I began to worry a little bit. What if the faith that I had instilled in Lizzie was misplaced? What if she hadn't gone to get help? But surely they would have known something was up when I didn't come home at all, and Sebastian being the father he was probably stayed up all night long waiting for someone to come home who never would. Wait did I just call Sebastian my father? There was a lot of time to think in this cell, according to the guards who I could still hear even though they were a flight up; the 'Master' or I guess the leader of this cult wanted me to be submissive when it came time to torture me, that was why I'm still in this cell. He's going to starve me so I'll be too weak to fight back. I on the other hand was in no mood to submit. I had told them that too, yelling my voice to as loud as it could go. I heard the sound of the guards heading down here when the sound stopped briefly and one of the smarter guards told the overreacting one that I was for the master alone. I didn't like the thought of me 'being' for anyone, let alone someone who called himself 'master.' Ciel called himself that, well he didn't but the staff did, and they did it on their own free will. By the third day, I was suffocating in the dark. The only companions I had were the rats and to be honest they didn't talk much. I was used to having no food, but not being able to go outside…that freedom was something no man should live without. Later on that day though, a man came down to meet me, a teenager, he didn't seem to like the fact he was part of a cult. He was friendly, not like the others. The others were course and cruel, but he seemed to like to hear me talk. I asked him why he was part of something he didn't like. He told me that it was because he was born into it. We actually grew to enjoy the other's company, and I looked forward to seeing him the next day.
That One Guard I just talked about's POV
It felt nice to be on the London street not lurking in the shadows, the breeze on my face, not blocked by that cursed white mask my family always expected me to don. There was no choice for me, I either was part of the cult, or I was an outcast. That girl they were planning to kill, she's not the way that they described her at all. They said that she was a brat that they had been trying to chase down since she went missing after the fire. But she wasn't a brat at all. She told me that she was scared, and she also told me that I was different. That I wasn't like my family. If I was anyone else in the family I would be offended, but she made me realize I'm not everyone else in the family! I'm me. And the way that she talked about her family! I mean she wasn't just one f the people we killed because they got in our way or got a little too close to something that they weren't supposed to know about. She had a life, family and friends. She had a brother, and her dad, and she had a mentor, who she really looked up to, and a quirky chef and a boy that she had a big crush, on a gardener she said. And they were all missing her I could tell. She spoke softly from the beginning but as she got weaker her voice grew softer and softer, and there was nothing that I could do about it. I did do one thing though. I realized that I was going to leave the cult. But first I had to help her. I didn't know how, but I would. So here I am in the market trying to find a way to get her some food so that she won't die. Then there as a crowd of people cleared I saw them. A tall raven-haired man with blood red eyes, a determined looking 12 year old with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen and a serious expression, a girl with amazing brown eyes and purple hair, dressed in all black, the most badass nun I'd ever seen, a man wearing chef's garb and carrying a large gun, and a boy with turquoise eyes plaid pants and red bobby pins in his hair. This was the prisoner's family out to look for her. A light bulb went off in my head. I ran towards them.
"I know who you're looking for." I said approaching them. Two seconds later I was on the ground with a hand pressed against my neck.
"What do you know?" demanded the boy. "Tell me now!"
"Get your hand off me! I can take you to her." The turquoise eyed one removed his hand from my throat. The nun, who had matching eyes with the tall man nodded and asked me to show them where the entrance was. I did so and told them to come back in the dead of the night, that way we wouldn't be prepared. I smiled, as they walked off, finally doing a good deed at last Alastair finally. I ran down to the prisoner's cell and told her that her family was coming to get her. I only just got the words out of my mouth when the door banged open, and two other members dragged me out. All I heard were yells of treason, but I didn't care that my own father was about to hang me. All I cared was that I had finally done something good before I died.
Back to Cat's POV
Alastair had come running into my cell this afternoon. He told me that my family was looking for me, and he described one of them who I only knew to be Clara the nun. But no more than 5 seconds after he walked in, the man was forced out kicking and screaming by other guards. I heard a scream and then silence. My friend was dead. Around two hours later, I heard the door open again, but it wasn't the guards as I'd expected it was the man that they called 'the master' he had oily slicked back hair, and a glinty smile. In others word he reeked of 'creep'.
"Ahhhh…..Do you know how much trouble I've been through to get you my pet?" he felt my neck, but I was too weak to fight him off. "Oh yes….." the last letter hung in the air, like a snakes hiss. "Far too much trouble for one little girl. I must say, you won't give us any trouble will you?" his yellow teeth glinted in the light of the torch he had brought with him. I was shaking with fear. Normally I could have shot the likes of him already, but with my hands bound behind my back, bloody and raw too from rope burn, I could do nothing. Maybe submissive was the right way to go.
"Please sir, unbind my hands, I am far too weak to fight you." I cried a big fat single tear dripping down my cheek. If I could just get to my guns…
"Do you think this'll help?" he lit the rope around my wrists in fire. It burned, obviously and my skin was in pure agony. I screamed in pain, and broke down into tears still screaming, sure enough though the rope burnt and fell off. My hands were bloody, and blistered. Somehow I had to get out of here. The man still had me tightly, his hands puncturing the back of my neck. I looked to my still rapidly burning arm, and did the smartest thing I thought of. I hit him in the face with my burning arm. His face rapidly caught fire until he was screaming in agony, he a man, being hairier than me, a girl, soon caught fire everywhere the flame engulfing his entire body. As he burnt to a crisp the last words out of his mouth were. I killed your family. My arm had long been put out, but my hands where still bloody and shaky.
Meanwhile upstairs being infiltrated by Cat's family and friends.
Finny broke through the barricade no problem, and Clara and Mey-rin both went to town, quickly killing any guards they saw before they could even have the chance to shout. Mey-rin as we know was a sniper and Clara the demon nun, while also handy with guns used poisoned blow darts for her kill. It was fast silent and just as deadly as any other weapon. They were able to kill the first three floors easily, and navigating it was very similar to navigating a labyrinth. As predicted Bard and Mey-rin got hung up on the fourth floor, because that's where all the guards quarters were. When it looked that the guards weren't going to let up, the dynamic duo sent the rest of the search party on their way to the fifth floor. This floor was crawling with guards. Clara, who seemed to have an unlimited supply of blow darts was instructed to keep them busy along with Finny who threw heavy objects to slow the guards down enough for Clara to get a dart into them. Amongst all the screaming and chaos she heard upstairs Cat was having a very hard time keeping consciousness. She had lost a significant amount of blood, had a fractured wrist with the bone peeping out, had a third degree burn all over her arms from the fire, and was shivering over all. She had come down with a wicked case of hypothermia. She could feel her body slowing down, her heart beating rapidly fighting to keep her alive, but you could barely hear it. Her vision grew fuzzier and began to fade to black. The last thing she remembered before she lost consciousness was the door slamming open and Sebastian's face in front of her, and the feeling of him lifting the girl into his arms.
Sebastian's POV
I lifted her up, and held her limp body in my arms. I pressed my ear to her chest. Thank god she was still breathing. I checked her over from toe to head. My god she's completely messed up. Her wrist, and her arm! How long is it going to take for her to recover? She looks terrible. Not to mention she had the biggest darkest bruise in her face I had ever seen. I walked up the stairs, with her scooped in my arms. Lucky for me my cousin Clara was able to kill almost all of the guards, only with 6 guards left, and they escaped. They got away! Well I suppose that means my contract with Ciel wasn't over, but I don't even think I could leave them anyways. I loved them too much. And as much as I hated to say, my little girl brought out the best in everyone, including me. I looked back to see Clara watching me cradle Cat's body. She walked over and kneeled next to me when I draped the little girl's body over the couch.
"You have a special connection with her. And you didn't contract with her." I glared at her.
"What are you going to tell me I'm weak now? Like the rest of our family?" I sneered.
She looked at me with those eyes that stared deep into my soul. "No Sebastian, why would I tell you that?" she looked a little bit hurt by my accusation. 'I never thought you were weak, in fact, I thought that you were braver than the rest of the family combined, because you weren't afraid to be contracted. They call you a fool, but I call you a genius." She smiled at him and put her arms around his neck. He pivoted on his left foot tuning into a kiss that was returned.
"Oh Clara, how I've missed you." he said petting her hair. "But you never can stay long can you?"
"No. but I think about you a lot my love, and I can't wait to see you again." And with that she disappeared into the night (even though they were in a building).
Around two weeks later… Finny's POV
I paced around the room where Cat lay asleep bandaged like an Egyptian mummy. She still hadn't woken up. What if I never got to see her cerulean blue eyes again? What if I never got to hear her laugh that lit up a room? What if I never had a chance to really tell her I loved her? Sebastian was sitting in a chair by her bedside, with his face in his palms. Ciel was on the other side of the room, trying to look calm, but I knew that he was scared for her too. She had to wake up! She had to! There were so many things that we didn't have a chance to do together! And she believed in god! Why would god do thid to someone who loves him? I knew that she didn't like being woken up, and if she didn't get enough sleep she could get a little bit scary, but I loved her and to me she was perfect in every way. Sebastian stood, I stopped pacing, Ciel looked up from his book.
"Please give me and Cat a moment to ourselves." Sebastian was going to pull the plug, as they say now. I walked out trying to be calm, but my body was shaking and quivering everywhere. Hot tears ran down my face. I couldn't let her die.
Sebastian's POV
I ordered them out of Cat's room. There was nothing that we could do to help her, and she wasn't waking up. Her pulse was extremely weak I couldn't even feel it through my white gloves. I sat down on the edge of her bed. And for the first time ever I cried, and I'm no saying my eyes got misty, I was crying with big tear rolling down my cheek. A drop landed on Cat, two drops, my tears fell steadily, but on the eighth drop, I heard something, like the voice of an angel calling out to me a demon. It was quiet and soft. The voice of a child, it asked me.
"Sebastian? Why are you crying?" I jumped up and made some sort of exclamation noise. And I hugged my dear Cat tightly to chest, swearing never to let her go again. "Never leave us. Please never do that again. We love you too much."