Chapter 6: Attack

Author's Note: I. Am. So. Sorry. I know that it's been forever since I posted. I agree I am a horrible authoress and should be shunned. I APOLOGIZE FOR MY TARDINESS I APOLOGIZE TO THE WOOOOOORRRRLLD! (Fruits Basket? Anyone?) It's just that my muse walked out on me completely, and every time I got on the computer I got distracted by YouTube. Then school started and I had even less time. I'm not making excuses, feel free to drag me over the coals in your reviews (which I hope you will write!) or boo and hiss or whatever. I know I deserve it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler. *starts crying* Why do you keep making me say it?

Now, behold Chapter 6 of Reapers of Souls: Attack

Enjoy my little turtles….

"Harriet Wilkinson, born September 11th, 1829. Died October 9th, 1889, due to a fatal heart attack, causing her to fall onto the stove and erupt into flames." Grell Sutcliff said, checking his To-Die list to make sure he was correct. Will hated it whenever the redhead made a mistake.

After using his pitiful scissors to snip the Cinematic Record, Grell quickly left the house, as it smelled of burned flesh. His heels clicked on the stone pathway as he briskly walked to the location of his next reaping. He arrived quickly, since it was only a few blocks away. He turned the corner into an alley and saw two men engaged in an obviously tense conversation.

One of the men spoke angrily. "You said you'd have it by today! Where is it? Did you forget our deal?"

"N-no. I haven't forgotten. But there were complications! I couldn't get them without being caught!" The other man seemed to be at the mercy of the first.

"Why the hell should I care? You get what I ask for when I ask for it. Or else you pay. You're on thin ice, James, screw up again and you'll regret it."

James flinched, but then spoke up. "If I had gotten caught, you wouldn't be able to get your precious goods again."

The other man bristled at James' statement. "You watch your mouth. Everyone is replaceable."

James seemed to gain confidence as he spoke. "Oh, really? So you're saying you don't need me then."

The other man grit his teeth. "I'm saying that if you mess up again, don't think you're going to get away with it. I'm saying that if we need to, we'll make sure you're never heard from again.

"You say everyone is replaceable? Then find a replacement. I'm done working for you." He turned around and started to walk away. Before he could take five steps the other man whipped out a gun and shot him in the back. James barely had time to look surprised before he fell to the ground, dead.

The anonymous man took a step back. "Shit…" he murmured as he stuffed the gun back in his pocket. He ran away before the sound of the gunshot had completely faded. Grell sighed and walked over to James' corpse. He squatted and shook his head.

"Such a brave man…what a shame."

He was just about to snip the Record when he was knocked aside and hit the wall with an "oomph", cracking the brickwork. He opened his eyes to find his vision blurry, as his glasses had been knocked off. The chain had kept them on his head though, and he put them in their rightful place and he staggered to an upright position.

It was then that he saw what had attacked him. It was a demon, with skin that was tight to the bone in some places, and sagging and rotting in others. The skin tone ranged from a sickly grey to a muddy brown to a bile green color. It had an overly large head with small horns, no nose and red eyes that had no whites or pupils. Twisted warped black wings sprouted from its back and formed skeletal webs of skin and bone. It's black and blood-caked fingernails said that it was fighting for survival, and the hunger in its eyes of hellfire told Grell that it was starving. Its disgusting mouth opened to reveal teeth covered in rot and mold and death as it let out a high, blood-curdling shriek that made the reaper shudder.

Grell was facing a demon on the brink of death, which was perhaps even more dangerous as the creature was desperate to survive and would not give up, which made up for its lose of strength. And all the red-head had to face this being of Hell was a small pair of scissors, and they seemed even more pathetic in comparison to the fearsome beast. Never the less, Grell was determined to get that soul, regardless of a mere demon.

"If you think you're going to make a meal out of that person, you'd be mistaken." Grell said, much more confidently than he felt.

The demon hissed, then spoke in a raspy voice, "Stay away, reaper. He's mine."

Grell adjusted his position, ready for a fight. "Then I guess I'll have to fight you for him."

The demon launched itself at Grell, aiming to kill.

Author's Note: Yay, my first cliffy! I hope you liked it, and I also hope the description of the demon wasn't too disturbing. I feel like this story should be rated T, just to be safe. What do you think?

I had hoped to write more, but I really wanted to post something before another day went by, and this seemed like an okay place to end it.

I would like to apologize again for the extremely late update. I promise from now on I will update at least every two weeks…..maybe.

Hasta la vista, my little chinchillas….