When I woke up I wasn't in my tree.

I felt warm.

I opened my working eye to see I was laying down on a bed.

Where am I?

I sat up only to sit right back down.

My chest felt like fire.

I noticed all my weapons were gone and someone had bathed me.

I sat up again, this time more slowly.

I was still wearing my normal clothes except they were clean.
My left arm was also in a sling.

I'm not dead yet.

So my last words were in vain.

I sighed.

I stood up and walked around the room observing it.
The bed was quite simple and so were the sheets but the walls were a rich color of purple with black accents.

Then I heard a knock on the door.

I immediately ran to the bed and stood up on it, ready for any kind of attack.

When the door opened a strange looking butler came into the room.

By strange, I mean, he was all elegant looking. Too perfect.

"Well, I see that you're now awake. How are you feeling?" he said softly.

"Good." I said monotonous.

"What is you're name, if you don't mind me asking?" he said.

"Anonymous." I replied.

"That's a strange name. My name is Sebastian Michealis, I am the butler for the Phantomhive manor's young master."

He bowed.

"What side are you on? " I said.

"What do you mean, sides?"

"Which country to you pledge your loyalties to?"

"England of course."

I sighed and relaxed.
Japan and Britain are allies.

"Where am I?" I said.

"London."

I let out a dry laugh.
"This isn't London." I said.

"Yes it is. Another beautiful day in London in 1888..."

"1888!" I screamed, not hiding the shock in my voice.

He smirked.

"It seems as if you've hit your head along with your arm. "

"I haven't hit my head. I don't belong here. I was fighting in the war and read the words, and now I'm here. "

"Words?"

"Yes, off of the dead mans arm. "

"What exactly did the words say?"

"I can't remember the beginning but the end said, bring me to the Tengu. I think... "

He dropped his smile.
"I believe you." he said.

I don't like this man.
He looks like a killer.
And I have a feeling I'm going to be his next victim.

"Would you so kind as to wait here, my lady?"

"I will wait." I said.

He then walked away and out the door.

I sighed.

Something is definitely not right here.
I don't think I'm in a dream anymore either.

I can't stay here.

I have to report back to command.

I went to the bathroom mirror and looked at me.

My hair was cut very short and was dark blackish brown and my eye was a greenish blue.
I lifted my eyepatch and cringed.
The nasty scar was still there.
My eye was gone beneath it, all that was left was a little deformed skin patching up the hole.

I hate it.

I looked in the mirror.

I feel ugly.

I washed my face quickly and opened my door and made my way throughout the house.

I'm in the mansion, I thought.

It looks so strange.

I ran down the stairs towards the door then, I was stopped by a knife at my throat.

"I thought you agreed to wait in your room, miss? " the butler said darkly.

"Let me go." I said.

"Sorry, but I cannot."

I used my good arm to punch him quickly in the face and ran towards the door.

He ran even quicker and stopped me again.

He lunged the knife towards my knee which I blocked with my shoe.

I quickly grabbed his shoulder and expertly pushed myself off his chest, launching myself in the air. He reached out to grab my ankle in the air the but I pulled it back and stepped on his face. Then I fell to the ground.

I got up and made my way towards the door once more.

I had just touched the doorknob when I felt the knife in my broken arm.

I fell down and felt a shoe holding me down so I that I wouldn't get up.

"Who are you?" he said.

I spit at him.

"A killer. "

He kicked me then picked me up and took me to the room I woke up in.

"Stay." he said, putting me down on the bed. He quickly wrapped a bandage around the gash in my arm and then left it alone.

How did he beat me?

"What are you?" I said.

He grinned as he made his way towards the door.

"I am simply just one hell of a butler." he said and closed the door leaving me alone again.

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I passed the time by practicing my hand eye coordination.

I would use my good arm and focus on something in the room and see if I could throw the mints in the jar next to my bed, at it.

28/35.

I'm not a perfect shot but I'm good enough.

I'm bored and I don't want to get my ass kicked again so I wait quietly in the bed.

Nearly two hours had passed since then and I was still waiting for something to happen.

Then I did something I had not done in a long time.

I sang.

The Russian family that had raised me for the first four years of my life had taught me certain talents so I would become a "proper woman" one day and made me take singing, piano, gymnastics, sewing, and dancing lessons.

I think I was happiest the most there.

I cleared my throat and began.

"Lately, nothing passes lightly
A heavy hand is holding me down
A breeze is just an unfamiliar sound to me."

"Just close the door
It's all coming back to me
Be still, my heart
Cause it's all coming back
Just close the door
It's all coming back to me
Be still, my heart
Cause it's all coming back."

"Lately, nothing passes by me
And every hand is holding me down
And praise is just an unfamiliar sound to me."

"Just close the door
It's all coming back to me
Be still, my heart
Cause it's all coming back
Just close the door
It's all coming back to me
Be still, my heart
Cause it's all coming back."

"Oooh...just close the door
It's all coming back
Oooh...just close the door
It's all coming back."

"All this meaningless direction
Feels like it pulls me away
It's hard to just forget
What they say to me."

"Just close the door
It's all coming back to me
Be still, my heart
Cause it's all coming back
Just close the door
It's all coming back to me
Be still, my heart
Cause it's all coming back."

When I was finished I mentally slapped myself.

Soliders are trained not to show any emotion or any personality.

It makes us more efficient killers.

Singing is a talent and a piece of my personality.
I mustn't let it show.
How could I be so careless.

That's what I think but still...

I smiled.

Thank goodness.

I heard a knock at the door and it opened to reveal that butler.

"Miss, the young master wishes to see you." he said.
"And please for your own safety, try not to run away again."

I got up and put my poker face on.

I'm going to escape from here.
Maybe not today, but soon.