Subject 13-97 (Black Butler)

San

Recap: Blackness invaded my visions.... that was the last thing I remember.

I awoke with a start, screaming for help. The voices of the guards were no longer in my head, and something was awry. I couldn't see. I couldn't smell. I couldn't even hear. My screams were muted by my lack of hearing, yet I could tell my mouth was still open.

My body shook back and forth, but I didn't know why. It was like someone's hand was moving me, yet I couldn't feel it. My limbs felt numb and limp. Honestly, I was terrified. Thoughts left my brain in a rapid stream of fear, as I was unable to keep them in. I would think I was sweating, yet I couldn't feel it in the slightest.

Trying to regain some sort of feeling, I began to make an attempt to stand, resulting in utter failure. As if... my limbs were strapped to something. I began to form a scenario in my head, most likely the one I was currently in. Like an out of body experience, I was looking down upon myself from the air, strange as that sounds.

I saw a short, thin girl with bluish-green hair, tied by the wrists and ankles to a hard, wooden table. Tears ran down her face; scars covered her body. Looking down at her- at me- made me cringe. She looked terrible, like she was barely holding onto life. In this time, I had feeling. Just slightly. That's how I felt the tears run down my cheeks. If I could move, I'd have dropped to my knees and sobbed.

No, I commanded myself, trying to wipe away the tears. Yet, my arms were stilled tied to the wooden table. Though I was looking down on myself, I still had the same body and couldn't do anything that my normal body couldn't at the moment.

I was getting slightly scared, in all honesty. What if I could never return to my body? What if I was dead? Thoughts raced through my fragile mind. I was not able to handle these at the moment. Crying out, darkness once again filled my mind, and I appeared to pass out.

*1 day later*

Gasping as if awaking from the worst nightmare of my life, I awoke from my short- or so I thought- slumber. My eyelids fluttered open and I could once again see, yet my vision wasn't as perfect as it was that one night with the boy. I have long since forgotten his name, as have I forgotten mine. Being called Number 13-97 for years is enough to cause you to forget simple things like that.

Looking around, I notice that I'm still tied to the wooden table. Not like I wasn't expecting that. Sweat softly sat atop of my eyebrows, yet I was still unable to wipe it off.

"Ah!" I heard someone exclaim from somewhere I could not see. "You're awake!"

A tall, female figured entered the room, smiling down at me. She wore dark rimmed glasses and an expensive, fancy dress. Something almost royal. I couldn't figure out what she was planning; wearing something like that confused me.

"W-who are you?" I stuttered, my voice weak. I coughed a few times after speaking and the woman laughed. It was a gentle laugh, almost... friendly?

"My name is Cynthia. You were in a terrible accident. Do you remember anything? She asked me, adjusting her glasses. Accident...? I wondered silently. Shaking my head no, the corners of her lips gently curved upwards. "That's alright. I'm sure you'll remember soon!"

Moving over to my side, she undid the ties, and my head began to spin. Why was she doing this? I was still at the facility.... right? At this point, I had no clue. Cynthia's long, pale blond hair touched my leg softly.... soft enough that I definitely shouldn't have felt it.

"There," Cynthia took a step back, allowing me to stand. Now is not the time to wonder. This woman... she seems to be helping me. Might as well allow her to. I put my right arm on the table, pushing down to try to stand. I cried out in pain, thinking that I would have been able to actually stand.

A concerned look crossed Cynthia's face, as she came over to help me. "That's strange..." She whispered in a puzzled tone, "You have absolutely no injuries. You should be perfectly fine." Pushing up her glasses with her forefinger, she leaned in, inspecting my arm. "You look healthier than just fine...."

Now seemed like the time to ask. "What accident was I in?"

"Deep in the desert, there was an explosion at an unmarked building. There was at least 2 dozen causalities, yet you went unharmed," A slight pause. "When we found you, you were unconscious, but for some reason, you were kicking and throwing your arms around everywhere. That's why you were tied to this table, you see. By the time you got here, it was even worse," Cynthia giggled softly. "You punched a few guys in the jaw."

Attempting to take in Cynthia's words, I began to wonder.... How in the bloody hell did an explosion occur? It didn't make sense to me at all. And why am I not injured? Questions flooded my mind, but for now, I decided to just ignore them and try to stand without causing harm to myself.

Once again placing my hand on the table, I pushed off, trying to gain balance. I was able to stand, yet my arm felt as if it was on fire. I cried out once again, and held it gently in my other one. Looking at it for myself, I noticed nothing on the surface, but when I ran my hand across it, I felt burns covering the outside.

What in the name of bloody hell is wrong with me?

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I decided to get out another quick chapter. One that I didn't write at 3 in the morning. Thank you for all the positive feedback! I appreciate it so much! Thank you for reading, love you all.

EDIT: I'm also kinda rushing through these chapters because I want to get to the point where she meets Ciel. I'm super excited to setup their meeting, and I hope you like how that turns out. (◕‿◕✿)