Black Swan Rising - A Black Butler Fan-Fic

11 - Mayday

"I-it's not like that!!" Ryan Stoker spluttered, backing up against the crate. Whilst in the middle of his escape, Sebastian had seen his movements and cornered him with four small knives. "That was an incomplete complete salvation, and I didn't plan on reviving them in this unhealthy state!" Sebastian inched forward as he talked, caring not for the words he was vomiting out. "Please listen to me!! I'm in a hurry and— ow!!" I sighed heavily and walked over as Sebastian pinned the man's arm behind his back.

"No need to be hasty," Sebastian said with a cheeky grin. "There is plenty of time until we reach New York, so we'll listen to your story leisurely."

"W-wait a second!!" Stoker screamed, his eyes wide.

Sebastian looked down at him in confusion. "What is it? I already cleaned them all up, so—"

"It's not that!!" he interrupted.

"What?" the demon asked.

Stoker trembled and spoke quickly. "This ship has the latest gigantic boiler with a reciprocating steam engine installed in the center," he rambled. "This place is divided into two sections. The boiler separates them."

"What of it?" Ciel asked. I glanced down at him, pulling at the oversized gloves I wore.

The man began again. "In other words, this ship is divided in to a front and a stern. There are two freight storages!"

Needless to say, we all didn't react nicely to this. Eyes went wide, jaws dropped, but even this wasn't the worst of the news.

"And in the front freight storage," he continued, "we have stored ten times as many samples as there were here."

"Ten times as many?!" the young lord exclaimed.

I felt like swooning. I clutched Sebastian's coat and hung my head as the room began to swim in my vision. I placed a hand on my head in hopes this could steady me.

"Well, this turned into something unpleasant, young master," Sebastian commented coolly. I glared at him.

"Don't you think 'unpleasant' isn't a bit tepid?!" I spat, leaning against a nearby crate. I looked at the floor.

"Even one of those monsters was a hassle, just imagine ... ten times this?!" Ciel screamed, pacing for a moment. He was thinking hard, biting his thumb and chewing it down to the quick.

I could only imagine the horror of the upper decks. The corpses were walking, wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting guests aboard the Campania, eating happily and filling their stomachs. I felt sick, turned away from the others and released behind a crate a little cake and the dinner I had earlier. Catching my breath was impossible as my eyes blurred.

'No!!' I begged. 'Don't pass out now!! Not now!!'

"Quinlan?"

I gasped and spun around to see the young lord staring at my poor state. I spat and pulled out a hankie to wipe my mouth, turning away. "I'm so sorry, my lord," I spluttered, rubbing my eyes and moving my hair from my face. "I—"

"I understand that this is a difficult situation for you," he interrupted. "If you need to, you can leave with my Aunt Frances and make your way to safety."

I shook my head, dropping my hankie and gasping as it fell in blood. Disgusted, I left it on the floor.

"Quinlan."

I looked up at him, determined. My heart was racing, and my stomach was turning, but I wanted to fight for him. "I'm going to stay, young master!" I proclaimed. "I'm going to fight for your sake and stay by your side until my last breath! It's the least I can do for all that you've done for me!"