- Grell's POV -
From my place in the shadows I watched with great interest, my eyes never once leaving the scene This girl was truly something else. A demon, perhaps? 'Hmm… no no. She doesn't smell like a demon to me.' In all honesty, I haven't the foggiest idea what she is. To me she looked to be a harmless little cat girl. 'How adorable!' I thought to myself as I watched her helplessly struggle against that beast of a man. 'She looks so defenseless… euuueh?' My eyes widened with shock as I saw her eyes turn to the most beautiful color in the world… red. And only moments later, her pale face was covered in the crimson color as she assaulted her attacker with such passion that I nearly fainted right there on the spot! I could hardly contain myself! 'Mhmhm… I take back what I said about being harmless.' I gave a wide grin only to have it falter as she was shoved into the stone wall behind her, and I could have sworn that I heard a crack. 'Oh dear… now this won't do at all now, will it?' The moment I saw the man load his gun and aim it at the poor darling I knew I had to act. I couldn't POSSIBLY let such a beautiful creature become further injured and used as a toy! 'Well… at least not to him anyway…' I smirked to myself before quickly leaping in front of the girl, my Death Scythe, which just happened to be a brilliant customized chainsaw, drawn out before me and deflecting the pitiful bullet with ease.
"My my~! What have we here, hmmm~? Such a cruel fellow you are to be picking on a fine lady like her. You should be ashamed!"
With my left hand on my hip, and my Death Scythe before me on the right, I grinned down at the rather dull looking brunette. Not at all handsome. No. Not in the slightest. 'How droll…'
"W-wot!? Who the bloody 'ell are you!? Get outta the way, yeh freak. Can't you see I'm working 'ere!?"
Oh yes. This man was most DEFINITELY going to die tonight. I looked behind me to see the young woman, her eyes back to the blue the once were (Drat…), looking rather surprised at my sudden appearance. Then again, who wouldn't be? I gave her a smirk and a nod before turning back to the man, clearing my throat as I took out the To-Die list.
"Ahem. Damian Stanhope, you are due to die tonight at five past the hour after an attempted murder. Though from what I see, that wasn't your plan at all now, was it? Hmph… then again she probably would have bled to death from those wounds you were about to gift her with. You know, you aren't very smart. You should REALLY think your plans through more thoroughly."
Mister Stanhopes face was as white as a ghost as he watched me with widened eyes, beads of sweat trickling down his slim figure as he fiddled with that measly little pistol of his. I glanced up to see Big Bens hands were one minute away from the five minute mark. 'Oh, he REAKS of death already!' I turned back to face him with a more than sadistic look gracing my features.
"Well now aren't you a lucky one! You have a minute left in your pitiful life! Any final words? Hmmmm~? Oh come now, darling, you simply MUST have something to say~."
He looked as though he was about to choke as he quickly aimed his pistol at me, trembling like the little lamb he was.
"Y-yeah! That's right! I got two words in fact! Fuck you!"
He fired that little weapon of his once again, and again I deflected it. 'Does he ever learn?'
"Well~~~ isn't that rude? I was expecting something a little more poetic."
I sighed and shook my head.
"Aahh… oh well. It looks like we're out of time! Every show must come to a close, my dear, and it seems that the curtain is closing on yours. Ta-ta~~~!"
I revved my the engine of my Death Scythe and the man let out a shrill scream of terror which simply FILLED my body with precious adrenaline, 'Oh I love my job~.' I lunged towards him and with one swift movement I sliced his chest clean open, causing more of that precious crimson to fill the streets around me and splatter all over my clothes. Once he lay still below me, his Cinematic Record began to play.
"Hmmm… time to pass judgement~! Though I already know what I'm going to say."
His record was rather boring. Rather boring indeed.
"Ah. An abusive father, a murdered mother slain at the hands of said father, cruel relatives, a cheating wife, a drinking problem…"
I tapped my mouth lightly as I yawned.
"Yada yada yada. Nothing I haven't seen before. To hell you go, darling~"
I quickly passed judgement and grinned at his now completely lifeless body, drenched in his own blood of course.
"Well at least you look better now~."
I chuckled in a quiet and slightly sadistic manner as I stood up from my kneeling position, turning to face the young woman who had been watching this entire time.
"Why hello there, my dear. I don't believe we have been properly introduced…"
I stepped forward and into the moonlight, giving my long crimson locks a dramatic flip before placing my left hand on my hip. My clothes were still covered in crimson from head to toe, blood dripping from my Death Scythe.
"My name is Grell Sutcliff. Grim Reaper."
I gave her a grin, flashing my sharp teeth.
"And who might you be, my dear~?"
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