A small, skeletal body crumpled on the floor of an iron cage, peppered in dark bruises and infected cuts. Dark, navy blue hair, once clean and soft to the touch, was now greasy and tangled in knots by hands that grabbed at it. Wrists and ankles that had previously been untainted with any wound was now stained in blood from the tightness of chains clinging to them. And two eyes that held curiosity and pure innocence only held a gaze of dull, pale blue.
Covering this small body was once recognized to be an over large, white shirt. However, weeks of abuse and mistreatment tainted the white, making it caked in dried, brown blood, dirt, and vomit.
This was the present state of Ciel Phantomhive, once a bright, sweet child. But now, nothing more than a shell. Every passing moment, he could feel himself becoming increasingly numb from the pain, the fear, even the hope.
He had long given up the hope of Sebastian coming, having realized that perhaps he had been killed. At this point, his only savior was death. Waiting, impatiently for the black cloaked skeleton to appear and end his suffering.
In the meantime, Ciel had to bare more of the torment. The men and women in the black masks took their time in giving him attention, dragging him out of his cage and passing him along after they've beaten him to their own satisfaction.
And despite the possibility of being killed at any time, he knew they wouldn't. Not yet. The boy had seen countless times of how they end the others. A knife to the chest on some table. Some sacrifice, he remembered, to some god perhaps? He didn't know, but he did know it was all useless.
If there was a god, wouldn't he be saved from this hell? Wouldn't his guardian angel come to his rescue? He refused to believe there was a god. It was a silly thought.
Ciel was tossed towards another man who grabbed at his hair again, yanking him to his throbbing feet and making Ciel face him. Coward, the boy thought as he looked over the black mask hiding most of the adult's face. All of them are cowards....
"Are you listening, boy," the man growled, spit hitting Ciel's cheek. When the tired, blue eyes met his own, he sickly grinned. "Good. It's your lucky day. God has spoken to me, he says that he wishes for you to join him like the others."
Ciel weakly glared, wiping the spit away as the man tossed him onto a table. The rough cement felt like sandpaper against his skin, and almost immediately he was bound and strapped.
The sacrifice, he realized. I'm next. The boy stopped his weak struggling then, forcing himself to relax against the table. The man reappeared beside him, a sick smile across his lips.
"Any last words, boy? You aren't even putting up a fight," he laughed, twirling a rusty dagger between chubby fingers.
Ciel simply sighed, closing his eyes in peace.
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Different Meeting
FanfictionCiel is younger, still innocent and naive as a young boy should be his age. But he had his share of the cruelty, he could thank his parents for that. And it was at that night that he had finally broken down, finally decided to cry for what he wished...
