Hello my dears! Pretty soon, this story will come to a close. I'm not sure about how many more chapters, but it will come to an end. All stories have to end soon right? And don't worry; it's not going to be some type of rushed ending or just a stupid drop off. They annoy me to, so I try to avoid them at all possible. I forgot to put in the last chapters what the traps were, I know, but you will know at the end of the chapter. Without further ado, continue onto the story! Stop reading this and scroll down a little!

~Akira

No matter what she tries to do, there will be no saving them. In a selfish way, she will have to have them all die. Keep your family alive and let the rest suffer. Your tainted conscious will push the rest of it to the back of your mind. Yet, in all of these circumstances, you must wait to see the vile insanity and inhumanity rise out of a person.

~*Bard and a Wake-Up Call*~

There was nothing to see down here. There was no way to see in front of my own face. But I just wait and feel myself fall to my death. That would be the end of me. Ironic wouldn't it be? I would die in the hands of my demon, but not by him eating my soul. I wanted to laugh, but it was almost impossible to even breathe. I hit the ground below me, dim light lighting the room. Blood was slowly oozing between the cracks. Someone picked me up, and I was strung off the ground. I started fading in and out, and everything went black after that. I wish it stayed like that forever.

But in this reality, there are no such things as wishes.

~*Bard *~

Tell me I'm dead. Let everyone and I die happily in our sleep. Meyrin or Finny can't but maybe Bard, Tanaka and Ciel can. What am I thinking? Why would he let any of us go in such a peaceful manner? That just wouldn't make any sense. Since we know everything, our chances of living happy are very slim. Even if we do, there won't be much sanity left.

"Ah, seems like you have woken up I see," Sebastian's footsteps echoed in the almost empty room, "Well then, I guess we can start to begin. This time it is a competitive trap called the Oxygen Crusher. Now," He wagged his finger at me, "Let me explain. For years, you have decided the fate of others. The healthy have benefited while the potentially sick have been unjustly rejected. However, this does not take into account the human will to live. When faced with death, who should live versus who will live are two entirely separate things. Today, your policy will be put to the test. There are four straps around your limbs and you have four tests you must complete. For if you don't, the straps on your arms and legs will detonate. Look closely. Your health you must have gotten from your father puts you in the highest category of success. However, the same cannot be said for your adversary. Your game will focus on the simple element of air. Once this game begins, every time you take a breath, the clamps around your chest will close in and crush your body. The only escape is in the other's failure. So I ask you, when faced with death, who will survive? Make your choice."

I looked across from me to see Bard, looking wide eyed back. Of course, this would be hard for him since he is a smoker. But would it really be such an easy shot? Obviously, it was meant for only one to win, he was getting bored. That is what is told in all of the mystery books; the killer gets bored with its prey and wants more to die.

"Hold your breath!" I shouted towards him. He nodded and the room was silent. A game of air, a necessity people need to survive, to carry on with our selfish lives. It seemed like hours, minutes passed, and Bard could no longer hold his breath.

It was a sharp gasp as the clamps closed in on his ribs, making him flinch. I was not able to hold it any longer than him as I took a small breath. Apparently, corsets were good for something. My tiny waist was used as an advantage. It was a fight to survive, to live and to breath. The body did not want to die, it wants to move on. But in so many cases, things do not appear to happen that way. Another breath was taken by Bard, and then another one. The clamps were closing in on him, as they were closing in on me as well. The fight was waging, who was going to die first? What will happen to the other one beside me? Will he die in peace, hoping that I will live? Or will he glare down, praying to the God that I will die. They were starting to close in on me now; holding our breath was getting harder, and it became much shorter.

Bard couldn't take it anymore as he took in a deep breath. The clamps closed around him as his guts were squeezed out of him. I closed my eyes, turning the other way. I wanted this to be all over, to be a dream. Wake up, wake up body. Do you enjoy this type of misery? Do you love to watch those you care about die in front of you?

I was released to the ground, my face hitting the hard floor. There was something warm and sticky oozing from my head, and I presumed it was blood. Usually, I would be terrified, wanting someone to take me to a doctor. Yet this wasn't the case. There was no Scotland Yard or nurses around. I was all by myself, having to deal with my own problems.

I ran and I saw another door. There were voices on the other side, ones calling her name. They didn't sound like they were in any type of agony, though. They were anxious voices, calling her name, like someone was trying to wake her up from a bad dream. Could it all possibly be a bad dream? Could everyone be alright, and everything be back to normal? Would Ciel be alive and well, and we would have our childish arguments like we always did? But maybe I'm dead. I could be dead from infection or blood loss. I could be lying on the floor somewhere and this is my spirit, thinking that it still has to continue forward, to hopefully find the others.

The voices continued to call and I couldn't help but open that door. There was a white flash and I blinked a few times, hoping that everything would come into focus. I saw a red haired maid standing over me, sighing with relief and tears streaming down her face.

"Lady Naomi you're alright," she whispered, and I knew this was no longer a dream, "Finny! Hurry and go get Sebastian!" I wanted to scream at her no, but my voice was gone.

"She's awake Meyrin?" The silk voice entered the room, causing me to shiver. That dream was meant to tell me something. Sebastian had a plan in mind, and he isn't ready to back down, "Please leave, I need to speak with the mistress alone. Don't you all have something to do?" They nodded, quickly leaving the room.

I wanted to run, jump out of this window and end everything. That was what he wanted though, for me to give up, not to care about my life. In some ways, I didn't want to give him that satisfaction, but in other ways, there was something calling me. A slight whisper in the air, begging me to stop while I can still be seen in one piece. But would a demon spare me enough to let people know who I am?

"Did you like your dream, My Lady?" Sebastian smirked at my glare before he continued, "What I told you in the beginning is true, and that is what you need to remember right now, Naomi."

I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what I was supposed to remember. There was so much information given to me, about him winning, the past, my future, Ciel-

"You mean, Ciel? He's alive?" My voice barely came out as a whisper, but we both knew he could hear me.

He nodded, "Not for very long though, he thinks your dead. Right now, he's trying to find you. The boy is heading towards dangerous territory, and I won't stop them."

I looked at him in shock, "But the contract-"

"The contract is on you, is it not?"

I stumbled out of bed, and tried to make my way out the door. The village. The small, abandoned village is where he is heading, I'm sure of it. Something is nagging me to head towards there. He can still be saved. Together, we can defeat the curse. Sebastian has no idea what we are capable of. Though we are human, there are more of us then them, at least on the living plains. Yet, your heading into demonic territory, my inner voice nagged in my head, shouldn't you think of things first?

There was no time to think! It was a live or die situation. Phantomhive women are strong and courageous. I have my moment to get my brother back. I ran down the hallways and to the front door. There was no time to tell no one goodbye. I had to get out of here, and fast, before everything slips out of my hands.

I whistled into the evening air as my horse trotted to the porch. This was my first time riding bare back, and I wasn't sure what I was going to expect. I was able to ride him half way down the forest path before I fell off, face first into the mud. I heard him gallop towards the mansion, and I knew I was on my own. Ironic, isn't this the way Selena looked from her last moments? There was no time to think such gruesome thoughts. I ran through the dark towards the outskirts. I have no idea what I'm thinking at such a time, London by carriage is four hours away. There is no way I would make it there in time!

"Need a lift and a change of clothes?" I turned around to see a blonde hair, blue eyed boy stare at me with a genuine smile. His hand was held out, waiting for me, "We don't have much time."

I nodded, taking his hand and I was pulled into the carriage, "Thank you, Alois," I said, and he nodded in return. Handing me clothes, he turned away, "Promise I won't look."

I laughed at his blushing face. It seems to me that my brother's worst enemy became my best ally.

GSHGHJSKGLFFHDKLBDFKLGHILGHF HGJDKFHLS! I can't believe how short this chapter is! I like how I ended it. I'm happy that I changed it up a bit, because I had a major feeling that I would lose a lot of my viewers! Please don't stop reading. If you like my work, I'm also working on a Walking Dead fan-fiction. Come check it out! Until next time, my dear viewers. I hope you had a very Merry Christmas!

~Akira