"What?! You're telling me you use to be in those cages?!" Ciel questions with disbelief on his face. I nod my head and look at one of the children.

"2 years ago, I was taken and brought here. I was in these cages, staring up at the ceiling, wondering if I will ever be set free. . . But as days went by, nobody came to our rescue. It was like we never existed. One by one I had to watch each child die in front of. Nothing but fear coursed through my body. When I was the next one to go, I screamed, cried, and struggled. I managed to escape but he caught me. The Mad Man." I point to the Kelvin who is on the floor, begging Ciel for forgiveness. "He forced me to become his little Marionette so I can belong to his collection! All I want now is to watch this man die. . . By my hand!"

I snatch Ciel's gun and point it to Kelvin. He panicked as he said, "N-No! Please, Mari, don't do this! I-I'm sorry! I-I know, how about I let you-" 

"Shut it." I order in a cold voice. "You ruined everything. You took away my brothers and sisters and turned me into something that you wanted me to be. I will no longer tolerate your actions, Kelvin." I put my finger on the trigger. Joker attempts to hurt me with his fake hand-like knife, but Sebastian slices his arm off and smirks at me. 

"Do what you must, Moon. This is your choice to make." Ciel looked at me and I nodded my head before looking back at Kelvin. 

"Mari, please! I gave you everything you ever asked for! You dare to shoot your savior!?" Kelvin stalls. 

"Savior? Don't make me laugh, Kelvin. . . I will never call you my savior. You will pay with your death!" I shot him right in the back, through his heart. He gasps for air and I shoot another bullet into his head. I keep shooting until there are no more bullets left in the pistol. But I keep shooting when I have used all of the bullets. I didn't care to be honest. . . I wanted this man to suffer. I wanted to watch him die with my very own eyes. 

While I continue to shoot the trigger, Ciel gently places his hand over mine and gives me a sad look. "It's over, Moon. He's dead." He tells me while taking the pistol out of my hand. Then why does it feel like it's not over yet? 

"It's not over, Ciel. . ." I frown. I feel dizzy all the sudden and I can feel myself slipping away. I thought I fully recovered by now? . . . Why haven't I?" 

"Moon, are you alright? What's wrong?" Ciel questions, seeing the dullness in my eyes. Before I could answer him, I fall in his arms as my breathing quickens. "Sebastian, what's wrong with her?!" 

"I'm not sure, sir." Sebastian comes over and places his hand on my forehead. His eyes widen and the color in his eyes become pink. "Oh, my. . ." 

"What? What's wrong with her!?" 

"Her soul. It's becoming darker and she is changing." 

"Changing?" 

"She still has a grudge. But not against Lord Kelvin, my Lord. Towards someone else." I hear them say. What about my soul changing? . . . I feel so funny. . . I hear Ciel and Sebastian gasping when they see something that is out of the ordinary. 

My hair changes color along with my skin. . . I feel this sudden urge inside me. Power. Loneliness. Sadness. Pain. I feel myself being lifted into the air and I change into a whole different person. But I wasn't myself. . .

"Snuff out the filth. . . Kill them all. . ." My voiced echoed and sounded darker. I had no idea what was happening to me. But I liked it. . . 

"M-Moon?" Ciel looks at me with a frightened look as Sebastian is in front of him, glaring up at me. They are not the ones. Somebody else is here. But why am I acting like this?

"No! Stop it! Let go of me!" I scream as I am being held. Peter and Wendy hold me down as I am being confronted by their father, Kelvin. 

"You will obey me. I won't let you run off! You are safe here!" He laughs manically as he holds the syringe in his hand. 

"Please, don't!" I begin to cry. I yelp once the needle is in contact with my skin. My body is numb. I cannot move. 

"Get her out of my sight at once!" Kelvin orders his children. Dagger takes me to this empty room and I am thrown to the floor. I whimper as I am left in this dark room. 

I am locked up here for hours, probably days. I am brought food every once in a while and I would be drugged again. I wasn't allowed to leave the room. The only thing to keep me entertained were the books. 

I read one of them and the title said: Tales Of Dark Magic. I read each page slowly and carefully and I was convinced that these tales were true. One page that caught my eye was something that pictures of soul possessing, but I did not fully understand it. 

I decided to try out a spell that was written in another language. But I had no idea what I was getting myself into. So I read the words written in the other language.

"Nigrum ut obumbratio
Nox atra
Concordare stellanti nocte perempta est hic
Et venite ad me hac requiem meam
Accipe me velut in sempiternum Marionette" {Black as shadows. Dark as night. Here this rhyme of this starry night. Come to me and let this soul rest. Take me forever as the Marionette.} I felt a sudden pain in my chest, making me yelp, and dropping the book. I lied on the ground and myself changing. My hand become white as the snow, I saw nothing but darkness around except for glowing white lights that substitute the objects in the room, and I could of swore I saw something flash on my body. I took a glimpse and saw that I was wearing something else.

I crawled over to the mirror and saw that my face was different. Purple stains, like tears, running down my cheeks, my eyes were black and my pupils were white. My hair was black and wavy, and I was also wearing a black and white outfit.

I gasped at the sight of my reflection. Is this me? No. . . This can't be. . . I touch the mirror and gasp again. This really was me! Then out of nowhere I say, "We are one." Who was we? Why was I like this? . . . What have I done to myself? . . .