Hi guys! So, this is going to be a three part chapter. Maybe less, I'm not sure though. It depends on what I feel like doing. This is going to be going in great detail, which makes me sad in some ways, because not as many people will view it. Why? I'm most likely going to have to raise the rating to M. Sad day. Anyways, without further ado, let's continue with this chapter!

~Akira

People can only handle so much pain, fear and hatred. Depending on which one they choose is which part of the mind shatters. Depending on which part of the mind shatters is how long you will be lost, if you return at all. How long can someone stay calm in such different situations; especially when you know the other person is in pain?

~*Little Games-Meyrin*~

There were so many doors, and so many hallways to choose from. With time ticking, I just can't slowly look in each room. In a lot of ways, I wouldn't want to either. According to myth, this building was for all demons who wanted to torture mortals. Therefore, there could be anything inside the rooms. Also, with the screaming, there was no way to pinpoint which room I would go inside. A scream echoed down one hallway, which sounds vaguely familiar. Turning on my scabbed heels, I started looking through every door. Opening the last one in the hallway, Meyrin was strapped to a chair in a strait jacket. Her head was tilted into a position that completely exposed her neck. Four sharp pieces of metal were angled directly there. A small string went down her throat.

"Young mistress, please do something!" She cried, trying to wiggle out of the restraint. Rushing over, I was trying to find a key, a pole, something, anything to help. But there was nothing.

In the corner of the room, there was a phonograph, with a handwritten note saying play me. Running over there, I started it, listening carefully, and "If you are listening to this, then that must be at your first destination," there was a pause, "This clumsy maid has also been your protector for around three years. She was picked by me, to clean the mansion's messes and to protect the mansion from outside invaders. She has been very loyal to you has she not? She tells you the truth about everything. Every word coming from her mouth is all truth, and today, we shall reward her with her life, if she can play the quiet game," Sebastian started chuckling then, "In the X-ray, you will see a key. The key to Meyrin's survival, which will shut off her device. But there's a catch. You have one minute to pull the fish hook from her stomach and unlock her device, or else the four spikes will penetrate her throat, silencing Meyrin forever. Remember, the spikes will also advance each time the decibel level in this room rises above a whisper, killing her even sooner. Will Meyrin live or die, Naomi? The choice is yours," The phonogram stopped and the clock on the wall started going. Frantically, I ran over to her, and then glanced at the X-ray.

They key was in the pit of her stomach, dangling there. I grabbed the small fishing line, and started pulling. She stayed quiet for only moments until a piercing scream rang out, making the rods start moving to her throat. A part of me wanted to start pulling even more, but my hand went over her mouth. The rods stopped, but the time kept going. Bringing a finger to me lips, I silently told her to be quiet. If she could only for a minute.

I started pulling again, watching tears roll down her face. The timer beeped once, indicating that I only had 30 seconds left. Meyrin started coughing up blood, and then the hook got stuck. She started coughing and gurgling, moving the fishing line in different ways. There was no time to be gentle. I started yanking, and she was catching her screams every time. With one final yank, I was able to get the key out.

There was still 10 seconds on the clock. Heading to the lock, I started pulling off the chunks of skin stuck on the key. The key wasn't working no matter what way I put it in! The clock's beep echoed, and I turned to Meyrin. She started screaming at the top of her lungs. The rods slowly made their way into her neck. Blood spewed onto my dress and in my face. There was no longer any screaming, just blood draining out of her neck. Her lips were formed into a type of way that I couldn't describe. One of pain, or fear, and her eyes, even though they were glazed over, showed large amounts of fear.

There was no point in standing here any longer. Meyrin was dead, and I could no longer help her. Out of her boot, a gun fell onto the ground, spinning to my feet. Maybe, possibly, this was her way of helping me, even in her death. She was truly a friend.

"Thank you, Meyrin," I whispered as I turned around and headed out the door, leaving the mangled corpse behind me.

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Upon turning a few corners, there was a table and a chair, where a note that said scribbled said, 'SIT HERE'. There was no way that this was a joke. Nor was there a way to get through this without going through this obstacle. Hesitantly, I moved the note, and sat down in the chair. The chair swirled around to meet a man in glasses. His smile was demonic; showing his teeth and glowing red eyes.

"Welcome to the next part of your journey, lady Phantomhive," the voice said with a smirk, "No, I am not your dear Sebastian. Actually, right now he is with lord Phantomhive. "

He picked up some type of device then asked me, "How many fingernails would I have to pull if each one weighed 2 ounces and I needed to get to twenty ounces?"

"Ten," I replied, glancing at the device and then back at him, "Why did you want to know?"

He smirked again, "You see, in order to pass through this, you must give me all of your fingernails in order to have twenty ounces on this scale. It doesn't matter how much you scream, it gives me more pleasure in the end," With that, he grabs my hand, and put grabbed the first fingernail and started pulling it away from the attached skin.

It was the most excruciating pain I've ever felt.

I don't know how long it went on, but it must have been for hours. No, Ciel would be dead by then. So was all of this within minutes? I dared looked down at my slightly bleeding fingers. On a silver scale, five fingernails were sitting there, taunting me. In so many ways, I just wanted to bang my head against the wall, knock myself out. Just end it all. But, my death would be without anything. There would be nothing working up to it.

My life until now would be worthless.

I knew I was giving him pleasure by screaming. But there was to much pain not to scream. My nerve endings aren't dying out any time soon. But I had to try. To at least spit it back in his face that the Phantomhive family isn't weak. We survived against a raging demon this long, haven't we? So this was just another test to get by. Another trial.

"Well then, look at that," he spoke finally, looking at the scale, "Seems here that we have the perfect balance of twenty ounces. And it looks like I didn't leave that much damage," moving out of the way, I watched as a door that I didn't notice before opened, "Down that hall is another one of your servants. I'm not sure where he is. But it should be pretty obvious. These halls don't echo as much as the last ones did," With that, he bowed, one hand crossed over his heart, "Well then my lady, I hope you find your gardener."

Practically falling out of the chair, I ran through the door. The floor was sticky, and no matter if I breathed in through my mouth or my nose, it smelled like death. Rotting bodies were sitting against the floor, some with bones showing, and others were mangled far from being recognized. Arrows were pointing my way this time, and I was taking it as a good sign. The door in front of me said, 'watch the blooming flower freeze'. Without further hesitation, I opened the door as cold air circled around me.

~*Little Games-Finny*~

The poor boy was suspended of the ground. His hat was gone, revealing the numbers placed by doctors on the back of his neck. His lips were blue, but he was still able to smile, even though his lips bled. If I cried, my tears would have most likely frozen to my face. It was obvious he was cold; who knows how long he has been in here. Walking up to him, I touched his face, watching as he crept his way into the warmth. Oh Finny, I'm so sorry I brought all of you into this mess, I thought, wanting to kiss the boy on the forehead. Here, this was no such thing as noble and servant; it was two people trying to survive.

"Why do you look so sad, Lady Naomi," He asked, trying to grin as big as he could without his cheeks cracking, "I'm alright, really. I just have to get out of these chains is all? After that, we can save everyone else right? Meyrin would want to join us to huh?" He looked at me with hope. How could he hold so much hope at a time like this?

"Welcome to your next test, Phantomhive," A voice echoed through the room, "You were unable to save the maid. What a shame that is," There was a pause for a moment, "This boy has had a very hard life. He was never able to see the sun, and the birds were his only friends. In the summer, everything blooms. However, in the boy's final moments, he will freeze just like all of the other plants do in the winter. You alone can grant him the gift of life, before he freezes to death. Behind the pipes on the back wall, you will find the key that will free him and bring you one step closer to the reunion of you and your brother. Will you claim the key to save only yourself, or can you find it within you to save another? Make your choice."

There was nothing left. The room started getting cold, and it was obvious that Finny was not going to last any longer. My feet were trying to stick to the icy ground already, and I wasn't even standing there for that long. The key was stuck within at least a few inches of ice. Walking over there, feeling as though all of my skin was going to rip off my feet, I saw a knife on the table. It wasn't very sharp; actually, it wasn't even new. Years of rust were built on to it, and if it was used, it would break off. But there was no choice in the matter, was there? I couldn't use my fingers to pry it out.

Grabbing the knife, I walked over to the key, and raising my arm, I stabbed right next to it, watching the knife slowly slice through the ice. Again and again I continued to stab, in small areas, trying to break it out. Sprays of water kept echoing through my ears, and I turned around to see Finny, slowly wasting away as hypothermia started to set in. He kept smiling though, and through his eyes he was cheering me on.

Finally breaking the key out, I started smashing it onto the ground. Pieces of ice started breaking off the key. I was trying to get it to the top, so then I can at least get him out of those chains. At my last attempt, I threw it against the wall, watching the final pieces break off and the key fall to the ground. Getting on my knees, I picked it up triumphantly, turning around to Finny to show him my success, and that he was going to live.

Little did I know the water was spraying on him and not the room himself. Finny was buried in ice, died with a smile on his face, but his eyes showed fear, like he was afraid to die. Why could you blame him though? He would have wished to die outside, so at least he could have felt the sun on his face and heard the birds sing one last time.

The key also was the way to unlock the door. As I was about to turn the lock, Sebastian's voice echoed through the room, "Stupid child, are you afraid of guns?" He asked me as I raised my brow, "The gun that you got from that maid, don't you still have it? No matter, you have two more people to go through before you get to see Ciel again. You have forty-five minutes. May I wish you the best of luck?"

I opened the door the rest of the way, running out of the room with tears in my eyes. You could of shot down the chains! You could of got him free! Are you that stupid?! Stupid rang through my mind the rest of the time, and probably was going to stay there as well.

Turning to my right, I started to run down a hallway when the floor disappeared below me. There was nothing to grab onto as I started falling into black. There was nothing to save me now.

Well, I feel like that was a successful chapter. Yes, there was some mixture of Saw movies, but I had to kind of keep this like her trying to save them. Also, since this is based in the late 1800's, it's hard to make it still based somewhat realistic with the traps. So I'm trying my best. I think I'll be able to keep this rated T. Yay for me! Until next time, readers. Keep on typing those reviews! Love reading them!

~Akira