Isabella couldn't believe it. Was this a dream? Is this the reality she was born into? It can't be real, it just can't be. But it was real. So real like the blood in her veins.
There he stood, in front of the Ice Cream refrigerator and looking through the different varieties. A Wonder Women Action Figurine in his left hand and with his right hand, he picked out the Ice Cream. Half of them were Chocolate flavoured though.
She smiled at the sight of him; Chocolate brown, soft looking Doll hair, Grey-Blue eyes filled with endless wonder and peachy skin tone. He was small and his body had a good fullness. But not for long.
He paid for the Ice Cream and walked with the bag outside. It was her only chance, now or never. Her baby boy will be with her again. Forever.
«Mommy finally found you! It's time to go home.» her voice was soft and calm as she spoke and when her Boy turned around, he had confusion all written over his face.
«I'm sorry Miss, but I think you Mistook me with someone else.» She frowned at his answer, he couldn't remember her? His own Mother? The person who granted him life? This was almost a Sin.
Isabella clicked her tongue, «Normally I would have to punish you for such disobedience and you know that. But I see. The held you captive for so long, you developed Stockholm Syndrome dear. But now I'm here, I finally found you. I won't let it happen again, I will keep you save. Sweetie.» her voice shook with excitement as she hugged her son to her chest. Ciel understood nothing of what she talked about nor understood he, why he was being hugged by her. A Stranger.
He struggled against her hold, he wanted back home to his Daddy and his Brothers. The strange Women is scaring him, making him uncomfortable. He asked her to let him go, but she ignored him every time he asked again. Tears filled his eyes and he choked out a sob.
«Aww, your crying because you remember me again, don't you? - Hey! would you stop it. Stop it right now young men.» but her commands were ignored by her Son. The small boy was scratching, biting and kicking her. Trying to flee her hug, but she wouldn't let it happen again.
Isabella picked him up, still having a tight grip against him. She fished a syringe, filled with sedative, out of her Coat pocked. Injected the full dose near his neck and waited a minutes, till her Son was going limp in her arms.
«Everything will be alright. Mommy is here, Mommy will keep you safe. Mommy loves you so much and Daddy will be delighted to finally have you again.» She chuckled a bit and walked towards her Car, not bothering to pick the Ice Cream up at all.
Bruce inhaled the freshly night air as he stepped out of his Car. Today had felt unnecessary long and tiring. Leaving him exhausted and all what he wanted for the rest of the night was; a warm and relaxing Bath, a Glass Wine and a hot meal. But Bruce knew he couldn't do that today, he couldn't leave Ciel alone again. They already missed more than one Family-Friday-Night and Bedtime stories and if they missed it again, he wasn't sure if Ciel forgave him or if Bruce could forgave himself for that. That's why he brought a whole packet of Donuts and some Chocolate milk for his youngest Child.
As Bruce opens the front door, he was meet with pure silence. Normally Ciel would be the first one who came running to him, wanting a Hug and telling Bruce about his day. But he didn't came.
Bruce loosened his Tie and placed his Suitcase down. Time to make dinner than, another night while having Fast-Food for dinner and he would probably die. Thats for sure.
When he walked into the Kitchen, Bruce was surprised to see, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian sitting at the table. Looking lost and almost desperate, as if something terrible has happen.
«Did something Happen?», they looked startled when they heard Bruce's voice. Something is wrong. Terrible wrong.
«Uhh...uhmm...Hi?» Dick stammered, couldn't say one proper word and that was the clue Bruce needed. «What happen?» is voice was firm as he asked, but the answer he got from Jason was enough to almost give him a Heart attack.
«[Name] is gone.» «Pardon?»
His eyes felt sluggish as he opens them, his body felt heavy and tired. All he wanted was to sleep, but the person who constantly touched and whispering to him, wouldn't let him. How annoying.
«Ethan, wakie wakie. It's already morning, darling.» Isabella drove through his hair, a smilie gracing her lips as she watched her Son; how he scrunched up his cute little face, trying to curl himself up in a ball. But that doesn't matter, she had to wake him up, it would be a long day after all. She shook him again and this time he opens his eyes, rubbing them and letting out a yawn.
«Now Ethan, my dear. I have made you-» «My name is Ciel not Ethan.» Isabella just sighed at this, trying to remain calm as possible. Such disobedience have to be punished, but she would let it slide. Just for today.
«Right. Well my dear, I've made you something to eat, though first you have to tell me, why you have Toys.» she hold the Wonder Woman Figurine with her right hand up and the Bagpack in her other. Her once smiling face was now replaced by a strict expression. Toys were not tolerated in this household. And again a rule was being broken by her Son.
«Because they belong to me. Now could you please gave them to me? They important to me, my Family gave them to me» Ciel reached his hand up, wanting to hold Wonder Dia again but Isabella didn't let him, giving him a disapproving glance. She couldn't let it slide anymore. He needed to be punished.
Isabella stood up, walking towards the Chimney and sparked a fire. It didn't take long till the Fire was big enough, she glanced back at her Son; who just looked confused by her actions, but then he seemed to realise what she wanted to do.
«This is for your own good, sweetie. You know they rules and disobedience has to be punished.» with that said, Isabella throw it all in the Fire, letting the plastic melt. [Name] screamed, jumped from the Couch and run towards the Chimney. He wanted to pluck them out, to save them, but he was pushed away. Harshly.
Isabella was furious, holding Ciel in a tight grip as she searched for good place in the Kitchen to place him down. The Water was still boiling in the Kettle, next it to it stood a yellow Bottle and a lot of different sized Tools. She had enough of his little Tantrums, if he couldn't behave properly he'll have to feel the consequences of it. She wasn't quite sure what to use first, the possibilities were endless, but it doesn't really matter.
«You want to play with Fire?! I can help you with that! You misbehaved too often, young man. I have no other choice than to punish you.»
The Kettle made a sharp sound, signalise that Water was now finish with Boiling. Isabella placed Ciel in the space between her and the Kitchen-Counter, pressing him against it. She took his right hand, hold it above the Sink and took the Kettle with her other hand. Ciel begun to panic, clawing with his free hand at her Arms, trying to somehow free himself. Unsuccessful.
He whimpered, feeling the Tears in his eyes. The Kettle was now above his hand.
Isabella chuckled gleeful as she poured the boiling hot Water of his hand. Ciel screamed in agony, cried and almost choked on his own breathing. When the Kettle was finally empty, she dropped him to the ground, putting the Kettle in the Sink and kneeled in front of him.
«Now sweetie. Apologise to Mommy.» her voice was neutral as she spook, but all she got in respond was more crying and whimpering.
Isabella gripped his burned arm harshly and adding pressure to his wounds. Ciel cried out in pain, «Please! Stop it, you hurting me!» begged he but her grip on his arm just got stronger.
«Apologise to Mommy, now. Say, I'm sorry for misbehaving Mommy, say it!», she tightens her grip on him again, «Say it or I punish you again.»
«I-I'm...I'm sorry» whimpered he out, trying not choke on his tears, but her tight grip still lingers on his arm. «No! You didn't say it right! Say it again!» her voice wasn't neutral anymore, it had now anger in it.
«I'm sorry for misbehaving Mommy! I'm sorry!» cried he out in a rush, the pain was too much for him. He felt dizzy and sick, wanted nothing more than to sleep. Isabella finally loosened her grip, a bright grin decorated her lips. She picked him up, hugging him tightly against her Chest and walked with him out of the Kitchen.
«Awww thats a good boy. Did you hurt yourself? My sweet dumb child, I'm gonna fix you up again. Hush, Mommy's here.» hushed Isabella and walked into the Bathroom. Ciel was tired, he wanted home. Home to his Daddy and Brothers. But little did Ciel now, that he wouldn't see his Family for a some time.