Ace of Spades (black butler)

Chapter One: Too bad I work for the Queen

Reminder: Ciel and Alexa are 17 in this story.

Alexa's POV

A little over seven years later

I sighed as I laid on top of the counter in the Undertaker's shop. It's been a little over seven years now and I still have nightmares about my time in that hell hole.

"You know, if you keep frowning like that you're gonna have wrinkle before you're twenty," The Undertaker snickered at his own joke until I threw a card, from the deck I had been fiddling with, into the wall not even a centimeter from his head.

"Jeez no need to go all bounty hunter on me," He grumbled as I turned my head towards him and stuck out my tongue like a child.

"Do you have any purpose for interrupting my thinking?"

"You have a new letter. I will go ahead and assume you will not be returning for dinner."

"That all depends on the client, difficulty of the target, and how high the bounty is." I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the counter.

"It says that the meeting point is the docks. I don't feel good about going. You know Scotland Yard patrols that area quite often."

"I know. I wouldn't wait up on dinner. I don't know how long this will take. Hopefully I will be back here by noon tomorrow. If I'm not, you know where to look first." I sighed and hugged him as I got up. I quickly snatched back the card I threw and exited the shop. As I made my way towards the docks, I looked over myself. My black button up shirt was just the right size and the first few buttons where undone, my crimson tie slung around my neck and left untied. My skin tight slacks somehow perfectly concealed my weapons. My shirt was tucked in for once and my combat boots made a soft thump against the ground as I walked. I ran a hand through my hair that wasn't tied up in a ponytail and let my hand flit over my covered right eye. The medical eyepatch fitting snugly against my face. It was a constant reminder of what I went through. The torture, the pain, the suffering.

I shook my head lightly as I slowed to a stop at the docks. I could see the recruits of Scotland Yard watching me closely, waiting for the perfect time to strike. I pretended to be confused and looked around more before they decided it was their time to shine. I was quickly surrounded and guns were drawn, pointing at my chest. I watched with bored eyes as Arthur Randall came forth.

"Ace of Spades! You are under arrest for the execution of dozens of people." He looked quite proud of himself to finally say those words. Too bad I was about to burst his little bubble.

"Mr. Randall, what a pleasure. You've finally managed to find me." I held out my hands mockingly. "I needed to speak with the Queen about some matters, I figured this was the best way to get to her. So please, arrest me. Charge me. We'll see who will win in court. Now, get on with it. I run a tight schedule as you know." I gave a small triumphant smirk at his peeved expression before I was handcuffed and taken into custody.

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I patiently sat in the cell they had thrown me in, shuffling the cards they allowed me to keep. The two guards that stood at the door looked to be in awe of me. It was understandable, I was supposedly a ghost among rumors. A whisper in the alley. I paused my movements when Randall came to the door.

"The Queen has requested your presence. I am here to escort you." I stood and made my way to the opened door. I held my wrists out and the heavy metal of cuffs quickly weighed them down. My upper right arm was gripped and I was hauled up to where the queen was. I began to tense more and more as the grip on my arm tightened, the scar of the brand burning like I received it only a few hours prior, not seven years ago.