Alois' Pov

The low whimpers of some of the boys in line made everything happening even more dark and disturbing. The wrinkled old fart sat in his stupid chair trailing his sick eyes over each one of us and occasionally smirking to himself had to chose who he would take. All of us identical hair and eye colour, I couldn't see a difference in looks. Only personality. All of us with cropped blonde hair that covered our ears, different shades of blue for our eyes. All of us having pale complexions and scrawny bodies. Personality wise, we are not all the same. Some of us weaker, willing to let tears flow freely to the public. Others showing no emotion and facing everything straight faced. Not even showing an ounce of pain. Others were confident, not scared of putting the old perverts in their place. There is only a few of us with a personality like that. We had people who were regularly trying to end their lives with anything they could find, they were not easy to approach and 'looked bad' on the 'company' so are not brought out much. Then there was me. I was one of the confident ones, but after always being picked for my cocky, bratty personality it went away. I slowly learnt to keep my snarky comments to myself, and I don't talk around anyone anymore. I keep quiet, it's what's good for me.

The old pervert clapped his hands together, surprising me that the small force of the clap didn't break any of his nobly fingers, and looked down the line once more his eyes stopping on the boy at the end. I don't recall his name, I don't speak to anyone as I said, but I have respect for the boy as he holds his head high as the old bastard signals him forward with his finger. He looks over his features, he's not as scrawny as some of us, and hums signally our 'guardian' to put him in a separate line.

He then calls over the whimpering boy who has tears freely running down his face as he slowly walks towards the man, fear flashing in his bright blue eyes. He shakes as he stands before him, looking up at the man when he is commanded to. For a second I swear I see the old farts beady eyes soften as he turns the boy away, he rushes back over here and collapses crying on the floor. We all look down at him before 'Guardian' heaves him back up muttering an apology to the old man.

He carries on down the line, telling the emotionless boy next to me to walk forward. The boy stalks ahead, his head held high, his eyes blank. His pale skin clashing with his baby blue eyes making him look ghostlike. As he approaches the pervert, his expression doesn't change. Even when the old man reaches out and touches his cheek he doesn't flinch. He grins at the boy, his teeth yellow and missing, and sends him next to the first boy called.

Then the old bastard looks at me. His beady eyes searching over my face, and then my body. I feel disgust crawl up my spin and I bite back the urge to tell him to fuck off. Keep calm, keep quiet, just walk. I slowly approach the man, my head up my eyes staring straight at him, hoping to somehow threaten him or scare him off. He doesn't even flinch. I stand straight staring at him as he stares back, his lips slowly forming into a smirk as he reaches his hand out to touch me. His grubby fingers are just a centimetre away from my cheek when the door bursts open.

All heads turn, including my own, as we stare at the two figures in the doorway. A boy, probably not older than me, stands in the doorway. In his hands a document. Blocks of text are displayed on the sheet as he holds it up a clear signature seen on the bottom and a wax stamp next to it. Queen Victoria's face imprinted on the wax. The blue eyed, blue haired boy stands straight. The document held on display for the old pervert and our 'Guardian' to see. Behind the boy, is an extremely tall man. Dressed in black with white gloves and crimson eyes.

"I, Ciel Phantomhive have acted against you!" The blue haired boy points at the 'Guardian' a shiny blue ring seen on the pointing finger. "By orders of Queen Victoria herself, you are going to be persecuted for your crimes of this disgusting trade! Sebastian, get him!"

The figure in black steps up, and then bows down in front of the boy. "Yes my lord.." He says in a thick English accent.

"NO!! I'M TAKING MY PICK OF A BOY!" A shrill old voice comes from in front of me. Before I know it, the old pervert has stepped up and has grabbed me by the hair yanking me towards him and away from the rest of the boys.

"Sebastian! Forgot him, get that boy back!"

"Yes my lord!"

The old pervert continues to drag me, I hold back a scream of pain as he pulls and pulls at my hair, he takes me out of the room and drags me upstairs. I plant my feet on the ground trying to fight back but the old bastards stronger than he looks. He opens the door of a bedroom throwing my back onto the bed and locking the door. I grab my head the pain of my hair being dragged forcing tears to leak out of the corners of my eyes. I wipe them away quickly turning to look at the old man. He locks the door and pushes some drawers against the door. He then turned back and looked at me.

"We're getting out of here beautiful, we'll use the window." The old asshole stalked towards the window and looked at me. "Over here before he gets in!"

I glance at the man and I scoff. I stand up off the bed and walk towards the door. I place a hand on the drawers and attempt to move them when the old man turns me around and hits me across the face. The metallic taste of blood enters my mouth as I look up at him and spit. My salvia mixed with blood lands on his cheek as he then glares at me.

"Who do you think you are?" The old man raises his fist again but before he can hit me a white gloves hand takes ahold of his fist.

"My, my. Hitting a child? How cruel.." The old man screams in pain as his arm is twisted behind his back forcefully, he then falls to the ground in pain.

I look up to see the same crimson eyed figure looking down at me. He looks down at the old pervert and tuts steeping over him to bend down to my height. The man takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and he wipes the corner of my mouth with it.

"Just a bit of blood, let us leave." In one go the man moves the drawers and opens the locked door. I stare shocked as he sweeps out of the room requesting me to follow him.

Baffled I do as he says.

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Damn, it's not a South Park fanfic? What has happened to the world

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