3rd Person pov
Run.
That was the only thought in your mind as you dashed through the alleyway. After years of the foul treatment, you fled from your master, filled with a new sense of urgent freedom. Feet pounding on the cobblestone streets, you sped away from the pursuing men. You had no idea master thought you were so valuable.
Why won't he just let me go?
You shook your head to clear the confusion, and carried on. Finally out of breath, and out of your now ex employer's grasp, you collapsed behind a pile of crates. That was the last thing you remembered before falling into a deep, exhausted sleep.
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Fanfiction Alert [blackbutler]
AléatoireGood morrow fellow fans. After observing hundreds, perhaps thousands of works, I have decided to create my own, based off of my opinions of other stories. Hopefully it is to your liking! Also, if it isn't obvious, the show isn't mine, I do not own i...