Chapter 2: Street Characters
In the morning, the morning light pierced through the tarp as The young girl pulled out her map. She looked at all the streets and roads and noticed her marker on the other side of the paper. She pulled out some ink from the other side of the room and a feather from outside and wrote right over the marker, "Phantomhive Manor". She blew on the fresh writing and rolled up the piece of paper. She pulled back the tarp and began walking east.
Looking back at the article, she read, "Recent Loss of Jobs at 'The Funtom Company'". And smack dab at the bottom read, "Jobs Available". Never in a million years has anyone, ANYONE, game a job to a woman. The girl thought it was worth a shot, why not fail trying?
She past a few interesting... characters on the way to Lord Phantomhive's manor. A two dark skinned men with Indian robes on. A red haired "figure" with a chainsaw. And a blonde boy wearing booty shorts skipping along the road, with a butler dressed head to toe in black, trailing behind.
She shrugged and continued walking, because she had seen odder things in her lifetime beside that. Living life on the streets, you can see a man eating another man. She turned to look back at the people, and they were gone. Just like the figures the night before. London was different then a few years before. She knew those creatures were not humans. Or at least, normal humans.
Something didn't feel right about them. Little did she know, she would be with them soon.
She decided to run, considering the funny feeling in her stomach. Oh well, it was probably her hunger.
Instead of thinking about the odd figures, she thought about all the food she might be served if she made the far journey to Lord Phantomhive's manor. She heard about Lord Phantomhive's butler, being the champion of the curry contest, and suddenly, she became hungry for curry. Which of course, she had never had.
In her free time, she read out of date newspapers. So of course, she knew about all the contests and news. The curry contest happened the year before, and suddenly the curry business, well turned into a real business, supposedly.
Before she knew it, there stood the manor. The great manor of the great Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel Phantomhive. Damn it. It was huge.
A sharp pain arose into her head. She clenched her head with her numb hands. She fell to the ground on her knees. She was remembering. Her past. It was coming back.