I awoke in a haze, but that cleared after I found that I was blindfolded and tied to a chair. I struggled to free myself but failed miserably, only to make my head start hurting again from where someone had hit me.

"Sc-scarlet?"Said a voice, making me jump.

"Jazz?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah," she whispered back.

Then I heard her scream and hit the ground.

"Who's there?" I screamed, trying to act tough.

"Scarlet Sutcliffe," said a voice, I think female, "you are unclean, unnecessary, and unwanted. We should disposed of you now, as well as your friend."

Then I heard a male voice, "Don't kill her yet," it said.

"Why not?"

"Because she could be of use to us."

I then felt something stab my arm, and I screamed, but didn't dare move. It felt like a needle, and for all I knew, he could've put a bomb inside me that blew when I moved.

"I've inserted a tracker in your arm," he said. "This will let us know your location at all times.

"Why do you want to know where I am all the time?" I asked. "What do you want from me?"

I heard giggling in the background. "Why would we tell you when you will then stay away from what we want?"

"Because either way, I'm probably good as dead," I said, then regretted it immediately. It sounded like I was already accepting my fate, which wasn't a good thing to do in front of kidnappers. Where's Grell when you need him?

 I sat there for a moment, listening to our kidnappers laughing and Jazz groaning in pain. I sat there, scared stiff, when the man to quit laughing.

"She does need to know the target if she is to lead us to him."

"You're correct," the girl said, almost sighing.

"We need you to locate Ciel Phantomhive," he said.

"Phantomhive?" I asked, the name sounded familiar.

"Yes, the brat," said the girl. "Locate him, and you'll live."

"Sounds easy enough to me," I said.

"Good," said the man.

I felt another huge punch on the back of my head, and I was unconscious again.

***

I awoke back on the street, no blindfold, not tied to a chair. The pain in my head was awful, but not as bad as the sight of Jazz lying on the street, not moving.

Despite my head's objections, I stood and ran over to Jazz. I shook her, yelling her name, trying to make sure she was alive. Finally, I heard her groan.

I sighed with relief, then tried to pick her up. It would have been easy, considering how small she was, but my head was hurt pretty bad, and it refused to let me do anything that may make me hurt myself even more. I couldn't lift her, so I sat next to her, silently crying.

I didn't know how long I'd sat there crying, but by the time I'd stopped, it was nearly daylight, and we had to get away before someone saw us.

I picked Jazz up, against my brain's will, and carried her up to the top of a building. I set her down, and stood near the edge, hoping to find Grell. 

A couple of hours went by, and there was no sign of him. It was early morning, and there was a slight fog. Not the kind of fog that brought screams with it, the kind that made a morning look like a peaceful morning.

I gave up on searching for Grell, and sat down next to Jazz, who was still unconscious. I was ready to give up on everything. A small part of me wished someone would find me and shoot me, and the rest of me went back to what the voices had said. 

"We need you to locate Ciel Phantomhive." 

I knew that sentence would haunt me until I did what I was told. How was I supposed to locate someone when I wasn't sure who they were? The name Phantomhive sounded familiar, but I didn't know where from. Finding the Phantomhive was going to be the end of me. I could almost feel it.

The fog was lifting, so naturally, it was rising and now surrounded me. I lay down on the hard roof top, my head aching, and hoping that someone would find us. 

All of the sudden, I felt like I was being watched. I quickly sat up, ignoring the pain in my head, and looked around me. Jazz was still lying on the roof, breathing, eyes closed. The fog made it hard to see much more, and then I thought I heard a scream.

You're paranoid, I told myself, then heard it again. 

Great, I had company. The screams in my head were the annoying type of company no one wants, and the kind that didn't like to go away.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I closed my eyes, turned, and punched whoever it was in the face as hard as I could. I felt the hands again, and they pulled me into a hug. I knew it was Grell, and I cried in his arms for a while. The screams were still there, and they were louder than ever. I was crying for that, for Jazz, and for this impossible mission I had to complete, where the reward is living another day. 

Finally, I stepped away from Grell and opened my eyes to look at him. He was blurred by the tears in my eyes, but I could still make out every detail of my brother.

His eyes were as green as always, his hair was red, but looked wet. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and saw that he was covered in blood. 

I gasped, terrified that he might be hurt. He was smiling at me, when I was frowning at him. 

"W-what h-happened?" I asked between sobs, and screams.

"Don't worry," he said. "It's not mine." I could barely hear him over the screams in my head.

I nodded. I didn't care whose blood it was, as long as Grell was okay.

He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. I looked at him. He knew what was happening to me. He knew I was hearing shrieking again, and he was trying to help. Just touching me made them go away last time, but it wasn't helping this time. I shook my head to make sure he knew it wasn't going to do any good.

He nodded, then picked me up. I pointed to Jazz, and he nodded, said something I couldn't hear, then set me down. He picked up Jazz in his arms, then knelt down. I got on his back, and he stood, then carried us back to Jazz's house.