Brilliancy [Black Butler]

『6. That Boy, Crazy』

                『6. That Boy, Crazy』

        Spots of black, blue, and violet twirled in her vision as her head lolled to the side. The burly man huffed her over his left shoulder as he strolled towards the carriage. He had no fear, the butler would never realize—nor his master—that this snotty little girl he carried so sluggishly along the worn down path through the forest was missing from the group. Through suggestion of his boss, the man was instructed to follow the path to the carriage. Only this time, he wasn't carrying his suggested hostage.

The young girl was unconscious and was an easy target, at least to the man. It was like she was begging to be stolen, the way she was rushing about so carelessly. He traipsed past all the looming trees with a smug grin and a feeling of power. This girl could be tortured, very well killed, by him in these woods, right in front of the beautiful stream that was trickling down the hill that this manor rested on. No one would be witness to his crime of anger except the insects and the pine trees. To put it simply, this man had not killed in his line of work for a very long time and that was making him quite anxious, terribly so.

Twigs crunched under his feet, much like a nobleman crunching on scones. He shuffled through the verdant canopy, swatting away mosquitoes and stray tree branches in his way. This man, he was not a patient one. Smoothing out his trousers with his free hand, he looked around from left to right. Instructions had been given on how to carry out this mission and he was one of the prime helpers. His main instructions pertained to getting the boy, Ciel Phantomhive, to cooperate with orders from his boss.

Drug trade was popping up with just as much of a frenzy as religion was. More and more of the Italian mafia men were traveling abroad to England, hoping to make more than enough money to keep their drugs afloat. This had become quite the problem to many Englishmen which left it up to Ciel Phantomhive—under orders of Queen Victoria—to stop the men at all costs. Just as predicted, this did not float well with the Italian mafia.

Since the 'Watchdog' was starting to take action, this sprung the leader of the Italian men coming over in droves to take the initiative. It was either keeping his mouth shut or death from a bullet, which by the looks of the way this young boy in particular carried himself—and his pride—getting him to back off was going to be an impossible feat to achieve.

The man, who had now reached his destination, opened the door of the carriage and shoved the girl in the small space. Grunting, he was relieved that she was not on his shoulder anymore. Albeit this girl being thinner than fabric, she was a workout to carry downhill. When the door shut, the man leaned against the vehicle. It was intertwined with gold vines and small ruby roses, like a beautiful garden yet to be discovered. The brilliant white that coated the outside contrasted greatly with the inner dark red leather that currently housed a raven haired child.

Although this man was assuming the child was asleep, Alice Hall was very much awake—her mind buzzing with questions. Playing dead, even for a short amount of time, had been an easy task for her even when she was young. Her vision danced with fantasies of her ripping out this man's throat, kicking him deep down under, and stabbing him until his blood painted her fingers red. Having her pride mocked right in the middle of a case did not befit Alice's expectations. She was furious, no, a word stronger than that. A word that did not exist in her vocabulary nor those who wrote paperback novels. It was a deep burning fire that raged in her heart, her stomach, every organ you could possibly imagine. She was in her own inferno, it was hell already. Her wounded ego danced in front of her eyelids like an acrobat in front of an audience.

She twitched her fingers about, aching to find a weapon only to realize something with great disdain. Blast it! Whose idea was it to bind me? I'll make him pay a thousand times over. At this sudden realization, escape was ruled out for her ultimately. Unless she were to open her eyes, but this would alert her captor to her consciousness. She'd been in this situation before, countless times with different men and women. Crazy doctors hell-bent on making a new cure for some oddball disease, theatrical authors intent on getting the full experience of what it's like to be a villain, and hardened criminals with bloodthirsty eyes. All of them got their special joys out of kidnapping and humiliating a thirteen year old girl.