The Queen's Fairies

Chapter 13 - Breakdown

        There was nothing. No smell, no sight, I couldn't touch nor hear anything, the air tasted like nothing. I felt, like nothing. It's not necessarily the kind of feeling in where you feel worthless, it's the kind where you feel like absolutely nothing, like you didn't have a body, like you didn't even exist, you were just a thought projection. Where was I? All I can remember is the dance that I had with Cecilia, then hiding in the corner, learning about what the Viscount had done and then, blank. I could remember the interactions but, I couldn't remember what anyone looked like or where I was, all I could remember were the voices. Am I- no, I can't be, wouldn't I remember something like that?
My- my memories, they're, fading. No, they're not fading, they're... Changing? I can see them... My Mother and Father. They're sitting in a hospital room, holding a baby, is that me? What's going on? Why am I remembering this all of the sudden? Everything was calm, they were holding onto each other, along with myself. They were smiling and laughing, they had pure joy written on their faces. My Mother, had dark blonde hair and slightly dull blue eyes that had bags under them, her pale skin didn't seem to gain any flush and, she was very petite. My Father, he had white hair and, I believe Heterochromia Iridium, where he had two different eye colors, his left eye being a bright silver while his right, was a beautiful shade of gold. They were talking about something, what it was, I couldn't tell, I could see their lips moving but, I couldn't make a coherent sentence from them. Just then, light flashed in front of my eyes, I could see a small child, around 5 years old, he had big silver eyes and light blonde hair, he was laying in a bed and had bags under his eyes, his face was flushed and he had a cooling pad resting on top of his forehead. I could see Mother, she was in the hallway, crying and yelling at my Father, with him yelling back. The only thing I could hear, was the faint sound of her sobbing. Was I a sick child or? I know my health has never been that good, no matter what I try but, I never thought it would be to this extent, where I would cause my parents to argue.
The scene changed again, it took place in a forest, by an opening with a lake nearby, the memory, it was of my Mother... Trying to hand me off to the demon, who made me the way I am today. She had a confused look on her face until she collapsed onto her knees and started bowing, begging him for something, I was still being held by her. She had tears continuously falling down her face, onto mine. It seemed, at this point in time, I was dying. My face had become a sickly pale, obvious bags under my closed eyes, I was thin and frail, barely moving, I could only see my chest move up and down slightly, the only indication that I knew I was still alive. He seemed to think for a bit, before nodding his head and telling something to her, before walking away. And then, there was nothing, but, I could hear him.
"You'll make a perfect apprentice."
Wait... I thought... I thought Mother was begging for me to be healed, not be sold away. The scene changed back to the forest but, the only two people were my Mother and him. I could hear them this time.
"Will, will my little boy be okay? Please tell me you helped him?" Her voice cracked in several different places.
Looking quite apprehensive, he looked at her, his jaw clenched a bit before answering.
"I'm sorry, but your son passed away last night, there was nothing I could do."
My eyes widened at that statement, I mean, I'm alive right now, Mother, she doesn't even know I'm alive, I mean, is she even alive? How could he do this? I don't want to be his little slave, he caused my Mother pain. He tortured me. Forcing me to stay awake, night after night, day after day, studying magic, war strategies, fighting techniques, to train and train and train until I pass out. I trained with Acnologia mostly but, Kurokaze taught me my wind dragon slaying magic, since he saw I was terrified of the other magic. Convincing Acnologia and Zeref to let him teach me was surprisingly easy, all he had to do, was to tell them I would be stronger with two types of magic, that's it, they agreed right after that.
After reliving those memories, I was back into nothingness, to let my life eat away at me, even though I wasn't doing anything, I felt myself becoming increasingly tired and suddenly, all I saw was black and it was like my mind, just stopped.

Light danced across my vision, forcing my eyes to open up, it was at that moment that everything came crashing down on me. My chest constricted, my eyes were wide open and dull, it became difficult to breath. It hurt. It hurt. I couldn't stand it. It was too much. I tried to get up, to get help but, as soon as I tried standing up, I collapsed onto the ground. Sweat coming down like bullets, I couldn't breath, I held at my throat, hoping to get air back into my lungs but, no such luck. I was shaking and tears slowly made their way down my face. I was having another attack. It happens when my feelings get too out of control, my magic thrives on emotions, so much that, it starts to hurt me as well. Continuing to spasm on the ground, I failed to hear the door to my room and fast footsteps approach my writhing figure, until black suede shoes came into my field of vision. I could faintly hear someone calling my name and then another voiced yelling at the other person. Said person held onto my neck slightly and pinched it a certain way to dull my senses, and that would include my sense of feeling. I slowly relaxed, I stopped shaking but, I still made no movement. My eyes were still forced open wide, tears continuing out of them, my mouth was open slightly, to gasp for the breath that I previously didn't have. Until I was back to normal, well, as normal as you could get given the circumstances. Even though my magic stopped corrupting me, I felt weak, I couldn't even feel my limbs, none the less control them. I could hear, presumably Sebastian sigh and he eventually picked me up, having my head loll back, forcing me to look at the ceiling. I was then set down on the bed where, as soon as I did, I passed out.

~Time-skip brought to you by Undertaker's psychotic laugh~

Opening my eyes slightly, I looked around the room, it seems that everything was in it's proper place, nothing was touched nor moved. I was grateful for that, I honestly didn't want to chase someone down after my "episode." Slowly sitting up, I was met with a massive headache but, non the less, I still got up and stumbled out the door, not bothering to look at myself in the mirror, I already knew I looked like a mess, I didn't want to prove my suspicions correct. Tripping over random things on the way, I finally managed to make it to the billiard room, where Ciel, Sebastian, Madam Red, Grell, Lau, Ran Mao and the other servants were. I hadn't even bothered to grab my hood, so everyone saw my disheveled appearance. Finnian was the first to question my sudden appearance.
"Shouldn't you be in bed, you look awful." Knowing he didn't mean any ill intentions, I waved him off, looking towards the coffee table, I saw the newspaper, the headlining being, "Jack the Ripper Strikes Again."
Ciel looked towards me with a slight glare.
"Zoro, go back to your room, I don't need a sick person wandering around my mansion, you need rest."
Smirking slightly at him, I spoke up. "Even though I'm not exactly sick, I suppose I'll honor your request for now."
Turning towards the door I opened it and shut it behind me, staying right behind the door, wanting to eavesdrop. Good thing I did as well, it seems Ciel plans on catching Jack the Ripper tonight, the night I estimated on, I suppose I'll have to follow him, who know's what'll happen. Eventually, I heard footsteps coming towards the door and immediately flashed stepped away, into my room. Might as well prepare for a night of "stalking."