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Ciel's heart was hammering in his ears, reminding him of his own life. Which at the moment was being seriously threatened by a strange outside force.

The man in front of him jerked his weapon out of door it was once imbedded in and pulled it back to his side like a staff. Even if Ciel wasn't half scared out of his mind, the man looked like he'd be unpleasant to be around regardless if he was attempting to snuff out the life of another or not.

Ciel's brain attempted to kick start itself in rapid succession, all of which failed as the circumstances around him seemed too strange to fathom.

'William T. Spears' spun his weapon like an expert before delivering what would have been a very nasty, if not lethal blow to the neck. While his senses were not about him, this did not stop his survival instincts from kicking in.

When Ciel saw the weapon beginning to move, he blearily reached over and grabbed a plant potter that was perched soaking up sun on the balcony. He moved it quick enough to smack into the side of the weapon as it moved for his throat, knocking it off balance.

Body finally working, it gave Ciel the opening he needed to scramble to his feet and open the door, before skidding into the hallway. He needn't look at the attacker, just keep moving his body told him.

He had never been much of a runner, so his attempts to sprint down the hallway started with a few slippery steps. He whipped around a corner, smacking into the students from before who looked surprised and wondrous at his panicked expression.

"La Mer, you look positively like you've seen a ghost!" The girl squaked out, semi-amused but mostly curious.

"Ghost?" Ciel squeaked before laughing shallowly and shakily.

Is that what it was? Was he being haunted?

Shouldn't be alive.

"Is that man with you? He looks like a butler or something..." One of the boys was looking around the corner Ciel had just darted around.

'Butler?..No..but..he was wearing...the suit!'

Ciel chanced a glance around the corner, after forcefully shoving the larger boy out of his path of vision.

Coming down the hall with hollow clacking steps was his attacker. Green eyes unwaveringly met his own blue ones.

Time to run again.

"Call security! He's an intruder!" Ciel yelled behind himself, as he ran further down the hall. He had to get to the staircase. His best bet was to get out of the school and out onto the streets, he could catch a cab and get as far away as possible. Hell, he'd take a plane if need be.

...But would that even stop this thing?

His thoughts weren't helping him any and he slide in front of the stair case doorway. It was closed off.

"I'm fairly certain this is a fire hazard..."Ciel muttered, before glancing around. The elevator was behind him. It was more dangerous, and more predictable but it'd get him downstairs faster.

He pushed the DOWN button and waited. And waited. And began sweating quite the plethora of sweat.

"COME ON!" He screamed, his temper raising. The darkness inside him coiling in his stomach, as he slammed his fists onto the wall.

He could hear footsteps approaching.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Ciel darted inside and hit the DOOR CLOSE button rapidly.

They began to slide shut very slowly, Ciel looked up and saw the 'man' William come around the corner. His heart hadn't ceased it's thump thumping in his breast, but for a moment he couldnt hear or feel anything as the staff like weapon was drawn, spun and aimed for his head.

The doors slammed shut, and the tip of the weapon imbedded itself into the metal. Inches away from Ciel's face. For the second time that day, he fell to his knees out of fear.

The elevator began to move downwards, and it was obvious his attacker pulled the weapon free of getting crushed. Ciel chanced a glance upwards, and saw a flash of green eyes and a grim face.

"What on earth..." he whispered to himself, realizing he was sitting quite splayed across the floor of the elevator that was none too clean. He pulled himself up with the help of a handlebar, as his knees were shaking too hard to stand by himself with no assistance.

"I need to get out of this school...out of this city …or New York will be the death of me."

Grell paced back and forth in an abandoned shipping crate.

On one hand, he should be doing his duties as a Death God. On the other hand, this was possibly one of the biggest mysteries he'd ever encountered, and likely a great mystery for the higher ups. On the other other hand, this would be great for luring Sebastian back to his side. On the other other other hand, this was likely going to draw out more demons, possibly more than he could handle by himself.

"Where exactly are we?" A small voice asked, Grell's eyes darted to his prisoner. Alois Trancy...or so it appeared.

It didn't take much to capture the lad. After meeting on the street, it just took one quick jerk to pull the boy out of the publics eye on the street and down into a alley way. After that it was simple to knock out the boy and take him somewhere where he could think.

Or try to think anyway.

Alois was looking around, having woken up minutes earlier. There wasn't much to look at, it was just a shipping container after all. But the boy was smart, having gone head to head with Ciel Phantomhive...he was probably listening for ques as to where he could be. Course, if he was as smart as Ciel, he wouldn't have out rightly asked where he was.

"...Across the bridge from Poughkeepsie." Grell muttered back, placing his hands on his hips. He stared straight at the boy...he certainly LOOKED like Alois Trancy...But how could he be certain?

That seemed to get the kids attention, looking up at the red captor with wide blue eyes.

"You...brought me to...New Jersey?...Oh god I AM going to die" Alois hung his head in defeat, blonde hair covering his eyes.

"Oi! Shut up! Tell me, are you Alois Trancy?" Grell wasn't one for beating around the bush. The boy looked up.

"My name is Alois. But my last name is not Trancy. It's Meister." Alois tilted his head to the side, he seemed to be processing information in that towhead of his.

Grell's lips drew to a line, same face and same first name...family name is different...what did it all mean?

"Do you know any demons?"

"My Spanish teacher is pretty mean..."

Grell may have been accused of being annoying as a fly through most of his life, but he was fairly certain he had just met his match.

"No. No! Ugh, this is why I hate kids...you and that stupid eyepatch brat...Do you know a demon named Sebastian?"

He shook his head.

"How about Claude?"

There was a pause this time. "...Claude isn't a demon...none of them are...Hannah most surely couldn't be..."Alois said softly, sounding like he was convincing himself rather than anyone else.

Grell's face split into a very large grin, jackpot. So this was Alois Trancy. The question was, how was he alive and why were demon's still hanging about him.

Grell strode over to the lad that was currently tied up on the floor of the shipping crate. He grabbed a handful of the blonde hair ignoring the boy's yelp and jerked his face upward. With his other free hand, Grell shoved two fingers into the boys mouth and grasped his tongue.

No tattoo. Which means no contract...or at least not the same contract. The boy didn't seem to know anything about the true nature of Claude anyway.

He'd leave the boy here, maybe give him some food and water. He'd find Sebastian, and show him.

Grell knew Sebastian would appreciate it, maybe even let him stick around for awhile without running off the first chance he got.

Yes, he grinned. It was perfect.

"If you're doing this for ransom, you're out of luck. My parents are on Safari for the next year without any outside contact. And my butlers and maids …...Claude won't ever come for me. He...he doesn't care. None of them do." Alois was looking at Grell with iced over eyes. This wasn't the same impatience, annoying loud brat as before. He was certainly annoying, but Grell wondered if a bit of Ciel had rubbed off on the blondes soul...speaking of which...

"Tell me...do you know of a boy named Ciel?"

A slow smile spread over the boys delicate features, turning it into a smirk that would have lesser demons running in fear.

"Know him?...I have his phone number...and his mothers..."

Grell decided he might start to like this boy.

Ciel tore out the front door of his school, after skittishly glancing around outside his elevator once it reached the bottom level. A teacher tried to stop him as he darted out into the sidewalk, but it was for not. It's not like they knew it was a matter of life and death.

He ran across the street, crossing Columbus Avenue and passing numerous shops out on the open street. He needed to get a taxi, but he needed to get as far away from the school as possible first.

Ciel spotted Central Park, just a block away. He ran towards the safety that he believed would come from the cover of the trees. He had no time to look at the stoops and stair cases leading to homes and shops around him as he ran as fast as he possibly could down West 84th street, before crossing and running down Central Park West.

There were plenty of people, though it would have been more if it hadn't been midday. He ran into Central Park, and ran and ran until all he saw was trees, instead of humans.

It was quiet. Until..

I whip my hair back and forth.

I whip my hair back and forth (just whip it)

I whip my hair back and forth.

I whip my hair back...

Ciel looked down at his pocket which was singing to him. He knew for a fact he never set any of his ring tones as that.

He pulled his phone out and looked at the screen, it was a grinning picture of Alois obviously taken at the airport. His mouth drew to a thin line, this really wasn't the time...but the music was set loudly and it'd draw attention to himself if he didn't answer.

"Hello?"

"Ciel?"

"Yes, Alois. What do you want, this isn't the time."

Ciel all but growled into the phone, walking towards a large lake. He still couldn't see anyone around him, but he was starting to get a sinking feeling in his stomach...but it wasn't the same as how he had felt when he was attacked by the man in glasses.

"Ciel. I just wanted to call to let you in on a little secret. But I can't tell you now. Will you meet me somewhere? I'm in St. Patricks Cathedral."

"No, Alois. I don't want to play any of your games right now. I...I'm I can't talk. Goodbye."

"I have your mother."

Ciel froze, and his blood froze as he looked out across the water.

"..wha-"

"You'll meet me at the cathedral, won't you Ciel?"

"Alois?...Alois this isn't funny! Alois i'm warning you-"

A small giggle filtered through the phone before it was hung up.

Ciel stared down at the phone before cursing and throwing it into the lake.

What the hell was going on. Was the man who attacked him doing it on Alois' orders? The boy seemed insane, but not dangerous...

Ciel realized after the fact that he wasn't sure how to get to St. Patricks Cathedral, and that his phone that did have a GPS was now with the fishes of Central Park.

He cursed more.

Then a loud metallic clang to his left caught his attention, glancing to the side his eyes widened in fear. He was back.

The man adjusted his glasses before walking forward.

"I recommend you not run again, as my aim gets a bit worse on moving targets. I'm sure you'd rather not slowly bleed to death from messy open gash?" Even the way the man spoke was unnerving.

Not run? Not likely.

Ciel turned and ran for his life the second time in the last 20 minutes. He rounded the curve of the lake, hearing the footsteps growing louder and faster behind him. The weapon the man had was dragging along the guard rail around the lake and making a horrible screeching noise.

Ciel lost his footing and fell to his knees, over a bump in the trail due to a tree root. He scrambled to his knees but he knew it was already too late. The other man had to be close enough behind him to strike.

His life was going to end. Right here, in Central Park.

His stumbling attempts to right his position made him smack right into someone. The metallic noise of weapon dragging along rail ceased suddenly as well.

Ciel shakily looked up, he knew there had been previously no one around. No one in his path.

"Oh dear, I had just given up on you too...This is troublesome.."

Red eyes. Black hair. A gaze that met his own, without wavering.

Ciel whimpered.

The man who had been chasing him had delivered a blow into his right thigh as he had tried to stand, before this new man had even spoke. Ciel was likely beginning to bleed out of the wound in his leg. But he couldn't think of anything else..

"Sebastian..."

A cruel smile split across the face. Eyes demonic, and full of bloodlust.

Seeyounexttime~

Remember review 250 gets a shout out!, but getting to 250 isn't required! It just makes me very happy, and want to update quicker!

I'd just like to say, regardless of the end of this chapter, the story still has a few more chapters in it before it closes. There's still drama to be had yet!