Little Dove

The Puppet on Strings

Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, wood and clay,
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady.

Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady.

Build it up with wax and stone,
Wax and stone, wax and stone,
Build it up with wax and stone,
My fair lady.

Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady.

The nursery rhyme that was intended for young children turned into something dark and sinister.

There was a creepy rhyme that haunted us like a plague, and it spread like a disease. Elizabeth Midford wasn't the only one who went missing. Loads of girls were going missing and would never be seen again. I was afraid Lizzie would meet the same fate. Ciel was angry, and he would stop at nothing to find her.
Sebastian and I were just as concerned as my brother. Keinz was going to kill Lizzie if we didn't do anything. We needed to find where Keinz was hiding.
Sebastian warned Ciel not to do anything reckless, but my brother was determined to find his fiancée. He wasn't going without my help.
Sebastian sent Pluto with us, and he wasn't like any other dog. Demon hounds were strong and moved fast. He practically dragged me, Ciel, down the street. We held on to the leash as if our lives depended on it. My hands started burning, and I figured Ciel had the same problem. After a while, Pluto stopped running, and Ciel and I were out of breath. I picked the wrong day to wear my heeled shoes.
"So if you're like a dog, can you track scents?" Ciel coldly asked Pluto. The demon hound only looked at my brother with blank innocence, wagging his tail. Little did we realize we would receive help from an unlikely source, Grell Sutcliff.