A/N: Yei~! Slightly longer chapter~! I'm trying to get them back to my usual length, it might take some time but we're getting close...can you feel it~? I can! I love your reviews everyone~! They've been amazing and I hope i'm keeping you all on your toes~! Thank you all for keeping up so far!
"Knox! Barker! Hold him down!" William aimed the clippers at Eric's heart, poised to strike. The younger reapers and the nun stared silently as William was about to extend his scythe, only being stopped by a loud cry.
"Ahhhhh! It hurts! Mr. Undertaker please!" William stopped and stared at the odd scene. Undertaker was standing over Alan in a wagon, giggling into his sleeve. He helped the ill reaper to his feet and offered him his scythe. The brunette looked up and saw Eric on his knees, holding his scythe tighter. "E-eric...? What's...going on here...?" He kept staring at the blond on the ground then to William and the two reapers holding him down.
"Mr. Humphries, this may be rather hard to understand but Mr. Slingby has been accused of a grave crime. I've been ordered to execute him on sight if the situation became desperate as it has," Alan simply stared at William and raised his scythe to the older reaper, stumbling a little. Eric went wide eyed and shoved the younger reapers away from him when he saw Alan stumble. "What are you two doing? I told you to hold him!"
"I'm sorry boss, we tried but his eyes went all funny and..."
"They're not funny, Ron! Its more of-"
"You should know more than anyone about possessed reapers, William. It's impossible for two children to hold down a reaper of Eric's size," All but Eric turned to the old man for a moment, watching him stifle his giggled while the older blonds eyes flashed and he pulled away from Thomas and Ronald, shocking them all.
"Ronnie~!" Ronald was jolted out of his surprise and ducked away from Eric trying to punch him, instead hitting the wall. The revving of an engine had them searching around until a flash of red came down and slashed Eric's arm, making it fall limp at his side. All of them were amazed at the sight of Grell, scythe revving and poised to strike again. "Touch him again, demon! Touch my Ronnie one more time and see what happens~!"
"Like you're man enough to do it. D'you plan to kill me, Red?" Grell revved the saw again and swung it down against the possessed reapers, sparks flying everywhere. Ronald dashed away from the fight and stared at them, being pulled further away by the Undertaker. "Ohhh, looks like your friends aren't going to back you up, reaper. Give up and let me do my work!"
"Never! I'd rather paint a picture with Eric's blood than allow you to torture him any longer! He'd look gorgeous covered in red~!" The chainsaw roared to life again and he swung it, hitting the blonds arm again and sporting a psychotic grin when the blades caused a few drops of blood to his him. He flipped his hair over his shoulder and started cackling, running towards the older reaper with the scent of blood in his nose. "Come on, demon~! You wouldn't deny a lady her fight, would you?"
"Ha! You're quite ugly for a lady, Red!" The others except for William and the nun gasped loudly, backing away when the redhead stared and ran for the possessed blond again. They knew to never call Grell ugly, unless they wanted to be shredded. "Ooohhhh, did I hit a nerve~?" Eric laughed maniacally and ran to the stunned redhead, burying his saw in the bricks as Grell jumped away at the last moment. He growled and yanked at the scythe with all of his strength, falling back when he gave an almighty tug with no luck.
"Awwwww, did you lose your weapon~? Silly little demon, didn't you know that a saw is damn hard to remove once it's stuck? Poor baby~!" Grell smirked and went to deal a fatal blow to the possessed reaper, just to be pushed away by the Undertaker. "What the hell? How dare you deny—Oooohhhh~!" He stopped ranting when he saw the older reaper. His hair was pulled out of his eyes, scythe against Eric's throat, he was even laughing! Quietly at first but then it rose to a twisted cackle, shocking the younger reapers and the nun trying to run, far too terrified to move.
The blade pressed against Eric's throat enough to cause pressure but not to draw blood. His eyes returned to their proper green and he looked around, panicking slightly when he saw Alan standing nearby, clinging to his scythe and panting heavily. He shuddered at the sight and started sobbing quietly.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Slingby?" The blond kept his eyes fixed downward, shaking before Grell's chainsaw revved again.
"Say it quick, Blondie. I'd pick my words carefully if I were you..." Eric glanced up at the redhead and sighed, scooting away from the blade and shaking his head.
"It wasn't supposed to go this far...I just wanted to save Alan...no one was supposed to know..." He sighed and the silver haired reaper moved his scythe away slightly. This was Eric, wasn't it? The real Eric Slingby, before his mentor had him, before he became insensitive and heartless. How long would he last before the demon took over again. "Just one more—AAAAAHHHH!" He grabbed his head and started shouting, standing after a moment and snatching Will's scythe away.
"There's nothing you fools can do either! Not you, Mr. Fancy Bossman, or you children or the dying boy, not even you, you old hag!" He smirked and pointed the clippers at Grell, jumping away when the redhead swung the chainsaw. He started laughing maniacally, not watching Ronald or Thomas summon their own scythes until they came flying at him. He dashed out of their range and smirked when they almost hit each other, using their distraction to bring the pole down hard against Ronald's head.
"Ahhhhhh...Wh-" The possessed reaper growled again and hit him harder, smirking when he fell to the ground, followed hard whacks to William, Thomas and Grell's heads. He narrowed his eyes at the old man and poised the clippers to knock him out as well.
"Don't even try it, demon. I've been around far too long for you to fool me!" The possessed reaper blinked and started laughing again.
"Rubbish! I've been around longer than you can imagine! I was there when the opportunists were cast out! I refuse to go back to that pit of despair!" Undertaker stared at him, speechless and wide eyed. The nun watched them for a moment before running off, sobbing loudly. Eric turned and glared at her, eyes glowing red. "I'll come back for you, old man!" He narrowed his eyes before running away from the two reapers, chasing after the nun. Undertaker twirled his scythe and slung it over his shoulder once it looked like a grave marker and stared at Alan.
"We should get you back to the shop, kitten. You need t—Alan? Alan? Where did he—Oh no..." He sighed and pulled his hair in front of his eyes again, pulling the unconscious reapers into the wheelbarrow and dragging it back to his shop.
