Mother! Father!". We both yelled. We ran around the mansion trying to find where our parents went. The mansion had suspiciously caught fire and was burning rather quickly. My twin brother and I took a left and opened the door towards the end of the hall. There, sitting in a chair, was our father. "Father!" we both cried. It was no use. He was already dead along with our mother. "Common Ciel we need to get out of here! The fire's starting to spread more!". My twin looked at me and nodded once, understanding what I meant. We both bolted down the staircase and through the front door only to be captured by pairs upon pairs of hands. "Ciel! Ciel!" I cried. "Shut up you little brat! Come now boys let's get otta here before Scotland Yard comes." "No! Alexa I won't let them take you! Let go of me!" We were both thrown into different carriages and that was the last time I ever saw my brother. P.S. I'm going to make Ciel and Alexa 17 in this. Trust me, it fits the story line.
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