Shadows (Black Butler and Percy Jackson Crossover Fanfiction)

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Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and The Olympians owned by Rick Riordan
Black Butler 2 owned by Yana Toboso/ Square Enix

Warnings: Mild Cursing
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Darkness. Complete darkness.

That's all I could see.

I was laying on my back. I tried to sit up, but before I could get more than a few inches, my head struck something hard. Memories began to flood my mind.

The slate haired boy. Being stabbed. My butler crushing my....wait.

I brought my hands up to my head, contorting oddly to feel my skull under the mop of platinum blond hair. No fractured bone splinters were sticking out, that was good, I guess.

Onto my next problem. Where am I?

The air was stale. It was dark. I was in a small space. Could I be in a coffin?

My eyes widened. Shifting, I felt something crunch under me. Flowers? Bugs? I shuddered at the second thought. I'd always loved bugs until Claude.

Something in my chest withered at the thought of Claude. It hurt, but it woke me up to the situation I was in. I was trapped in a coffin six feet under ground. How was I going to get out?

When the idea hit me, I was starting to get lightheaded from the lack of air.

I wriggled out of a garment that was around my shoulders. Could be a coat. Could be my dress shirt. Making sure it covered my face, I started kicking the wood to the left of my feet. Earth began to pour in.

Taking as much of a deep breath as I could, I slammed my feet up at the top of the coffin. The lid didn't give. I tried again.

Slam!

Still nothing.

Slam!

Nothing, and my toes hurt.

Slam!

Cool dirt trickled down from the splintered holes in the lid. They weren't big enough for me to fit through, but it meant I was one step closer to getting out of this coffin.

I nudged some of the falling dirt out of the side. Then, bracing myself along the sides of the coffin, I kicked up. Soil rushed inside in torrents. I craned my head back and up, so that the dirt couldn't cover my nose and mouth.

My heart pounded erratically. What if it didn't work? What if I drowned in dirt? I don't want to die again!

Once again, I took as deep of a breath as possible. I scooped dirt to where it surrounded me on all sides, leaving an opening at the top. Then came the tricky part. Dragging myself out legs first.

I dug my heels into the mound of dirt, pebbles skittering down to strike my hands. Then, I pulled. Slowly, I moved a couple centimeters.

Centimeter by centimeter I dragged myself out. Dim light began to filter in. All I could see now was a dark brown interspersed with black. Every so often I would stick my hands out to the side to see if I could move my arms out further.

Dirt slipped into my face-covering. I blinked it out of my right eye, and winced because, well, getting something in your eye hurts like hell.

This time, when I stuck my arms out, it worked! I grabbed at the dirt, pulling myself to a more upright position. The light got brighter, and I realized that I was getting closer to the surface. It also got colder for some reason. Was it winter?