Flash of lightning sent him flying to the ground.
A wretched scream filled the air as he tumbled.
It's over. Everyone I knew… they won't miss me…
With a smack, he hit the ground. The world swirled and turned black.
.::.
Rain. That's the first thing he felt.
It washed over his wounds, but did not heal, rather, sent blasts of flaming pain throughout his body.
He gasped for air, reaching for his death scythe.
"I have…I have to end…"
Somewhere out there, someone noticed he was gone by now.
But would they care?
He didn't think so.
His fingers slipped on a sharp rock. A few drops of scarlet pattered against the ground.
The man let himself hiss with a devilish grin.
"My favorite….color… I will paint my life…red…"
Suddenly, he slipped back to darkness.
.::.
"Sir? Are you alright?"
The rain was back again. He couldn't move.
A woman, about 20 in appearance, was staring down at him with round blue eyes.
"Do I look okay?" he sharply replied.
"N-no sir. My house is right around the corner. Can you make it that far? I will get you some tea." she asked.
His eyes widened. The last time someone invited him in…
That color. Red.
"I think…"
He fell right back down the moment he stood up, clutching a burn mark on his hip.
Why? Why had he been struck? Humiliated by humans and forced through the slash of lightning?
He couldn't even remember quite where he was going. Just…somewhere…
She helped him back up. He reached for his coat, only to hiss in pain again. She grabbed it for him, wrapping one arm firmly around him, and walked him to a small cobblestone cottage.
"This is where I live." she informed.
Marveled, he stared at the house. The only place he'd ever lived was the Shinigami Headquarters, and that wasn't much. To have your own house, privacy, sounded extraordinary.
But she took him in, made him lie down on a bed, and served him warm tea while washing away the gritty dirt coating the droplet-shaped injury.
"By the way, what is your name?" she asked.
He smiled again cockily for once, his shark-teeth pure white, yellow-and-green eyes taunting, and his long red hair enflamed.
"Grell. I'm Grell Sutcliff."