Prologue: Captus Parvulus

Rats silently scurried from corner to corner; avoiding any sign of danger with the most of their abilities. Rain water from the crevices of the walls and the roof dripped down below the darkness. A deranged man dragged a newly butchered beast almost effortlessly on top of a damp, wooden table. He had a lightly muscled yet, slim and scarred physique; though his features were not of that of a deranged person. His eyes were wide and round like a child's and his canines protruded from his lips. All the more when he smiled, all his teeth were sharpened like canines; like that of the dogs.

He took his butchering knife and began to chop the beast into serving pieces. He hung all these at the meat hooks displayed beside the table. Of course, all these tasks were not done discreetly…

An explosion of the thunder startled the deranged servant so much that he growled and flinched. The flash of the thunder was so bright that he feared to be blind. The flash illuminated the dark stone cellar shortly; it looked more like a butcher's shop with numerous chains and cages scattered about; not only as the room's accessories but for a certain purpose not worth mentioning. The butchered beast's blood shone around the area; the servant was not so tidy in doing his task, indeed.

Aside from the deranged servant, there was something… somebody, rather, worth of being recognized. In one of the cages, there lay inside a human, a little boy, to be precise. He appeared to be of a tender youth and he was stripped naked from head to toe. But a pearl white silk sheet was draped over him like a blanket as if he was expected to awaken very soon…

The servant finally noticed the presence of this little captive and approached the cold cage. A sudden gush of curiosity took hold of him and stared at the boy with desire. The boy was as beautiful as a china doll and he wanted to open the cage and play with him. The servant pulled the lock out of its latch with all his strength until the skin of his palms stretched and bled. He kicked the cage in frustration when the lock refused to break. The cage shook and the little captive stirred unconsciously. The servant went back into staring at his perfect china doll in the cage; he wanted the china doll out of the cage so badly, like a child desiring to open a wrapped present.

Lightning flashed again and the servant flinched in fear. The fear was so unbearable that he fled the stone cold room, screaming and growling like a mad dog. The thunderstorm began its fury; the raindrops beat furiously against everything it came contact with and the thunder bellowed and flashed its wrath throughout the castle…

… And that was when the little captive violently woke up, not because of the angry thunder that flashed repeatedly but because of a nightmare: A runaway car furiously collided with their car… He was sitting in the car with his parents… He heard them scream as the car crashed… A man plunged a dagger through his father's body and the front seat…

He woke up as he screamed in terror. The nightmare was the worst thing he had dreamed of. The images were being drilled and pounded into his mind, for he could still feel the pressure of the pain. With his eyes open, he became aware of his current state: naked and confined in an animal cage; his location resembled to that of a dark butcher's shop. He feared the truth of what his fate would be when he saw numerous carving knives, dripping with blood, skewered on chunks of meat on the wooden table. The darkness, the cold and the thunderstorm did nothing to calm him down from panic; he had to escape as quickly as possible before he ends up butchered like the beasts in the room.

He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes to calm down. He had to calm down or he wouldn't be able to plan things properly. After a minute, he managed to relax and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. He looked around the cage. "There has to be a lock here somewhere." He thought. And to his success, he saw the tarnished lock. And fortunately, it was broken and disfigured as though someone had hit it in an attempt to unlock it without the use of a key. He gasped in joy at the fortunate discovery and instantly proceeded to remove the lock from the latch. The struggling sounds of the lock echoed throughout the remote room; his heart pounding faster and faster with the tension-filled moment as the lock slowly and gradually let go of its place.

And he was finally free! He crawled out of the cage as soon as the cage's small door swung out of his way. At last, he was able to stand as a dignified person; not caged and cramped up in an animal cage. He inhaled the scent of freedom even though the scent was not fresh or sweet in an environment littered with beasts' meat. Still, the air inhaled of being a captive was not the same of a liberated person.

Though in general he was liberated from his prison, he still felt somewhat, bound. To prove his point, his clothes were nowhere to be seen. The silk sheet he was made to acquaint himself with would certainly do as his clothing for the moment. Though the sheet was too small for comfort; it was tightly wrapped over his torso and the rest of the sheet hung loose down to his thighs only. His movements were mostly restricted, to say the least.

The whole place was completely tranquil. The silence was deafening and Ciel Phantomhive's awkward footsteps can only be heard in the room. The boy searched through the darkness for the way out and when he found his objective, he stopped abruptly…

A low growl reverberated throughout the room; though the sound was somehow faint and frightening, the boy was curious of the source. He was a curious little boy, and he never lets go of a question he had come up with, unless it is answered and understood.

It seems that the growling sound was coming under the wooden table. So he crouched down to satisfy his curiosity. Though he could not comprehend what the growling silhouette was supposed to be, he was aware that it was certainly an animal. The glowing red slits which were the creature's eyes leered at him quite viciously...

And then the unknown beast tackled him and the boy yelped as the creature's claws scratched his collarbone upon contact and sent him sprawling ungraciously on the floor. Whatever the creature was, it was like a black dog, though it appeared larger and furrier than a normal dog. The creature leaped and fled up to the way out in a flash. Ciel looked at the path the creature went earlier and it was best if he followed the same path too. But before he reached the steps, he stepped on a strap with a metal plate. Curious, he picked it up; in the darkness, it shone and revealed a name engraved on it.

"Sebastien…" He mumbled. He wondered if the mysterious creature's name was Sebastien, but he had neither use for that name plate nor the creature. So, he left the strap and picked himself up from the floor. He carefully walked to the way out; the silk sheet flowing along with the incoming direction of the wind as the boy ascended on the stone steps.

"Where am I?" He mused. "I was… in a car… with my parents… and… I…"

A/n: OK guys so you now know who is who here?

Fiona Belli - Ciel Phantomhive

To others, I won't spoil who's who until the right chapter arrives :)