It was getting late. The Phantomhives were worried. Ciel, being the Moaning Minnie he was, found it incapable to keep his silence.

"Daaad…This is sickening…" Said Ciel whining."Daaad! Are you even listening!?"

"Just a few more minutes Ciel…"

"Pfft!A few more minutes?!"

"Patience makes a boy a gentleman."

"But I don't want to be a gentleman. Not now, anyway."

"Will you two break it up!?" interrupted Rachel. She clearly had enough.

The two immediately flushed red in embarrassment.

"It was all his fault." Said the pair in unison.

"For a Father and Son, you two are awfully close.."

Vincent looked at Rachel with his I-know-what-you-mean-you-pervert eyes.

The commotion in the traffic only seemed to increase. Soon enough people were running out their car, rioting. It seemed so planned. This was bad. Rows of people jammed against each other, torso against torso.

An overly built man walked over to the front of the crowd, he pulled out a bullhorn from his bag. He held it to his mouth. "Now, I want you to go back home to your mothers and cry about being horrible protesters." the crowd seemed to lose their nerve." but wait you're not doing that are you! We are the protesters!" he held the horn towards the crowd."What are we!?" the crowd answered in the chanting of protesters. Just then a weakly man with ginger hair walked up to him. "What makes you think you can just order everyone around!?"

The man turned on him chuckling."I'll make you wish you hadn't said that..."

A fight had broken out between a tall figured man and a shorter weakly man. They clenched fists, the shorter engaging with a punch to the face, the taller only reciprocating with impact. The commotion seemed to spread within the crowd. One after the other. Fists slamming into each other. For what exactly could they be fighting for?

Vincent stepped out, only wanting to understand what on earth was going on.

"Excuse me?" he said tapping the shoulder of a young lad. He turned, his eyes red in anger. It went well with his grisly complexion.

"What did you say to me you punk!?" He lashed out at Vincent.

He grabbed Vincents collar. "You think you can mess with me!"

"Not necessarily..."

Before he could complete the younger man had already landed a punch on him.

Even though Vincent seemed like a softie, he wasn't one, not on the inside. Vincent immediately landed a punch on his neck. It was instinct. He knew it was a weak spot. But the younger man immediately fell to his knees, spitting out some blood. "Get him!" he cried under his breathe. Had he gone too far?

The crowd seemed mesmerized by the fall of the man. He must have been a leader. They all raged, not only at Vincent but at everything, car windows, bikes everything. This is what Vincent feared. Ciel, Rachel…All he'd ever wanted…gone…again. The first blow to Vincent meant nothing. What's the use of living if he had nothing to treasure, nothing to love. It was like it never happened, that meant no Ciel, no Rachel, nobody. Then he saw it, they had begun slamming their fists against their car. He had to get to them. But the multitude gathered, like ants to honey. Why were they doing this?

Ciel and Rachel were afraid, in fact they were terrified. Ciel heard the window crack. He knew all too well what was happening. It was all too surreal. Little by little that crack became bigger and bigger. The window gave in. The glass flying towards the pair. Rachel wrapped her arms around Ciel. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him…not again. But she was too late. Ciels body became motionless. He was heavier, his breath on a still. "But-But the glass, the people…no one touched you!" She couldn't believe it. Her beloved Ciel…gone…maybe this time for good. Hot tears ran down the eyes. "Ciel…Ciel…"

Vincent ran towards the car. Only to find his wife cradling Ciel in her arms…Oh so peaceful the sight. He knew exactly what was going on… He couldn't take it… not anymore.

"Haven't you had enough!?" He shuddered "All you want is bloodshed then!...Is that It!?"

The crowd seemed to have calmed down noticing the ruckus they caused. They left, mindless of what they'd done. Vincent dialed 911. But on the inside he knew it was too late. They both knew. Their son was gone.

"Wake up, Young master." Said Sebastian.

Ciel awoke, slowly realizing that Sebastian held his hand that carried his ring.

"What are the priorities today, Sebastian?" He said yawning. He had no recollection, not of the past, nothing.

"Yes, My Lord."

The End.

Word with the Author time…

The mob?

Flash Mobs. Happens. Sometimes.

The Elizabeth issue. Dead or not?

Well she is turned into a doll right!?..Right!?

That's dead enough for me…I don't think she shows up again in the 1st season…Right?!

The Coma thing.

I've been watching lots of Bones lately, so yeah. And they say the brain surges with activity during Comas so yeah.

Thank you.

Wonderlandisweretheshipsare, promocat for following. It means a lot.

SWEETVANILLAFAN thank you for favorite's really, thanks.

And lastly Paxloria thank you for you reviews, really you, made me sweat, theoretically that is. *Smacks on hipster glasses*

Later!

I still don't have an editor or I'm really sorry for all the mistakes and everything. YOU CAN HELP YOU KNOW! just kidding only if you're free and stuff so yeah..

LATER!

*edit*

I'm really really sorry guys...I uploaded the wrong file...So So sorry..I'm an idiot...please forgive me...I'm using a new laptop...I kinda sorta broke the other one so...

The last question.

Why did it happen?

Mainly because well there was a sequence. (totally not related to the plot. I wrote it in for you guys.)

Once again thank you Promocat, I noticed my mistake...

Bye!