Strings (Drocell fan fic ~ Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji)

He was a lonely man ,who lost his master, that found joy in life through the killing and sufferings of others. His ginger hair cut so that it would flare out from underneath his black top hat that was decorated with a red ribbon and two feathers never less and never more each day. His attire of a blue tail coat with gold piping and a red ribbion tied around his neck, along with short black pants, white gloves, knee highblack and white stripped socks and black boots was wore everyday. He never wore anything else, but his most prominate feature that I noticed ever since I came to this mad house was his lack of emotion. He was a man that had lost his humanity.

I was like a broken doll to him, I was once a human being but now i'm not. I have porcelain parts and yet and beating heart. He called all his dolls kids and made them call him father. Fathers don't send their kids out to kill, they don't create offspring to commit crimes. Drocell never knew right from wrong though. He only knew one way. His own.

I called him the puppet master in my mind. He controlled us, forced us to bend to his will and kept us dancing to his music with the aid of strings. We were puppets to him. And once we served our purpose I knew that we wouldn't be made to bend to his will. Instead we would be made to break, just like the previous puppets before us had.

I didn't take to kindly to this idea like my 'brothers and sisters' had. Maybe it was because I was only under his control pysically so I saw the man for what he really was. My 'brothers and sisters' saw Drocell as a man of great power an awe inspriing person, instead of the cold heart monster he really was.

I wanted to escape to run before my bloodstained hands became a deeper shade of red.That wasn't possible, not when he pulled the strings. With one small motion of his hands he could block the entrance way to any area in the household.

"Keep her under lock and key lock and key, keep her under lock and key my fair lady." Drocell's cold melodic voice echoed through the halls outside my door as his footsteps grew louder as he came closer and closer to my room.

By now the latest kill would have been executed. Drocell would have his amusement. Every kill we ever did was taped so he could replay them over and over. We lived in London where the Queen's watchdog Ceil Phantomhive was know for killing those who threaten the queen and her land. That fear that many in the underground world of London had for the Queen's watchdog was no where present in this man. He was too good to get caught, no we were too go to get caught.

The door to the room opened with a screech, I was still surrounded by darkness. He whipped the blanket that covered my cage off and I blinked rapidly adjusting my eyes to the light. It looked to be mid day outside. I didn't look at him as he opened my cage. I focused on the strings around my wrists and legs instead knowing soon they would be tugged and I would be controlled once again.

"Gina why are you ignoring me?" He asked pulling on the strings around my wrists making my body start to move out of the cage. "Gina my fair lady." He sang as he tugged the strings so I came out from the cage. My legs were tugged out first, then my arms followed by the rest of my body. I was in a standing position slightly off the ground in front of Drocell by the time I was out of the cage, the strings holding me up.

He lifted my face so that i would look at him. His eyes were dark and emotionless. "You should be happy to see the one who saved your life." He cocked his head to the side a click emitting in the air as he did so. He pouted noticing my bare hand. He always put a ring on my finger every day, and every night I would throw it out the window just before I was placed under lockdown and forced back into my cage.

"Give her a symbol of love and trust love and trust give her a symbol of love and trust, my fair lady." He reached into the tailcoat pocket of his jacket and pulled out a sliver ring. So it was sliver this time. Last night it was copper. Placing it on my left ring finger he smiled -although no emotion emmitted from his smile- before brushing the hair out from my eyes. I still dared not to look at him. Then things were silent as he set me down and turned to leave. No strings were tugging on me which meant he had let go of the line. Reaching for one of the books he let me read when I was free like this I threw it at his head. There was loud slamming sound when the book hit his head, much like one would hear if someone brought down their fist on a table. Pausing for a split moment Drocell patted his head before he sang, existing the room and soon after locking the door.

"Keep her under lock and key lock and key, keep her under lock and key my fair lady." His voice filled the halls outside my room. Iron bars on the windows so I could not escape , nothing sharp, with only books and a cage as company.

I sang this time. "Iron bars will bend and break bend and break bend and break Iron bars will bend and break my horrid captor."