Black and White ✘ Black Butler

Chapter 21

After what seemed like an eternity, which was actually only a few minutes, of running through the empty hallways, I stumble upon a wooden door. Though a door wouldn't catch my attention, this particular on had lights shining through its cracks. It only meant one thing; something on the other side. Being cautious, in fear of another of those dolls attacking me, I slowly make my way to the door. I gently grasp onto the doorknob and twist it, careful not to make too much noise. Then, I open the wooden door, causing the rusting hinges the squeak with the sudden movement.

I peek my head through the small opening I made then examine the rather large room. Nothing was out of the ordinary. The room was just aa typical work room, at least for a doll maker. Scraps of wood, metal, and glass was scattered about the wooden floorboard and tables. Tools were lying about the table, resting beside the scraps, and hanging off the walls. I was just grateful that no body parts were inside the room. I could only assume that Drocell had no work in process.

Just as I was about to shut the door closed, I spot a hint of pastel pink. That hint of color could only come from one certain person's blouse. Bell's. With that, I crash into the room and find Bell sitting against a wooden chair on the opposite side of the room. She simply sat there, unconscious, and looked like a still doll. I don't know if I was too late.

"Isabella!!" I yell out. Then, I run over towards her.

She jumps back into reality then looks over at my direction. Fear struck in her eyes, but once she laid eyes on me, she let out a sigh of relief. "C.L., you found me."

She rushes up to me, and once we reach each other, we pull each other in a tight embrace. We didn't dare to let each other go in fear that we might lose each other once more. I couldn't take that chance; especially after all I went through to rescue my best friend.

"I never thought I'd ever see you again," she whimpers.

"Don't worry, Bell. We're getting out of here."

"B-But, what about that man?"

I push myself out of the embrace, while still keeping my hands on Bell's shoulders. Then, she raises her hand and points right behind me. I follow her finger, but I didn't need anyone to tell me who was behind us. I already knew who it was. After completely turning my body around, I face Drocell Kienz. He pushes the wooden door away from him and slams the door shut, blocking Bell and I from our sweet escape. His cold lavender irises just boar into our souls, sending a chill down my spine.

"Who are you?" he asks. His voice, just like his face, had yet to show any emotions.

"I'm C.L. Phantomhive," I reply, trying my best to stand my ground. But, the puppet master was proving quite the challenge. Though I might not be afraid of clowns like some people, I couldn't settle down my fast-pounding heartbeat.

"You are not Ciel Phantomhive."

"Yes; I am!"

"You are not the young boy I remember. My master will not be pleased."

"He was my father! Sadly, your 'master' will never get their hands on him. Ciel Phantomhive is dead!"

"Dead, I see. Most troublesome indeed, but I believe you will do just fine for my master."

"I will never go with you nor your 'master'."

"What a shame. It appears I must take you by force then."