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Stray Chapter One (Kuroshitsuji)Run. They're getting faster.Stray Chapter One (Kuroshitsuji) in Drama
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Think. They're getting smarter.
Hide. They're getting ruthless.
My heart was pounding as I pushed myself against the wall of the cave, wishing I could just sink into it and disappear. My feet, black from dirt, throbbed in agony from all of the running. Thanks to all of the tree branches, my bare chest was decorated with bloody cuts, and my shorts were torn from catching onto low tree limbs. All because of two things: The man hunting me and my mother's last few words, "Don't get caught." I've been running and hiding for all nineteen years of my life, with and without my mother. I won't get caught by them.
The Royalty is one of the three clans, well two clans if you don't include me. They have the greatest power. Who decided that they were better than everyone else? Neither I, nor any other can answer that for the clans have been around for as long as anyone can remember. I once remember my mother telling me that many centuries ago, when the clans first forme
Stray Chapter Two (Kuroshitsuji)I glance over at Finnian, who snaps his eyes to his left towards the door, then looks back at me. "Go," he mouths.Stray Chapter Two (Kuroshitsuji) in Drama
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Reluctantly, I rise up from my sitting position and make my way to the man. Turning
quickly, he snaps, "Follow me."
I do as he says. Trailing behind the man, I immediately start tracking the labyrinth of corridors. The sooner I know my environs, the sooner I can escape. The mahogany hardwood floors are dawned with sapphire rugs lined with gold. Elegant chandeliers suspend from the tall ceiling. I'm so distracted by the intricate detailing of the deep blue walls that I crash into the back of the man when he suddenly halts.
He turns to face me. "I suggest being aware of your surroundings at all times," he opens the door he's standing in front of. He pushes me in. "You never know what will happen when you lower your guard."
Yeah, I end up in places like this.
"You know why you're here, I'm assuming," the man states from a chair behind a wooden desk. He places a pair of