Later into the night, the reaper had been able to obtain the records that he was to collect and was now going to where the last one for the night. As he was moving from rooftop to rooftop, he stopped,
feeling the uncanny feeling of being watched. He looked around, his green eye scanning the area surrounding him. He saw no one and knew that there weren't any other reapers in this particular area. After a
few minutes, he started moving once more, remembering that he didn't have that much time until the record was to be collected. He quickened his pace, only to be stopped short when someone had come up from behind
him and grabbed his hair, yanking it back, allowing the other to be thrown down from the roof and into the nearby alley. He managed to keep a hold of his Death Scythe when he had been flung by the hair. He used the
scythe to help himself get up, ignoring the pain from the grip on his hair for the moment as he twisted to get away. He felt the grip on his hair vanish after he had gotten to his feet. Before he could react, his grip on
the death scythe had slackened as it was torn from his hands and felt himself be lifted into the air and thrown to the other side of the alley, gasping when he hit the wall. He quickly got to his feet and looked around, seeing
a figure holding his scythe, eyes widening when it was switched on. "My, my. I wonder what this toy of yours will do when it's turned on it's owner." He smirked and looked at the redhead. Grell recognized the voice with a distnct
sinking feeling within himself.
After he had heard what was said, he was quick to move, turning and running as if his life depended on it. He ran through the city streets and down an alley, hearing the chainsaw rather close behind him. He got stopped by a dead end
and not having much of a chance to do anything before his hair was grabbed and yanked back harder than before, earning a yelp from the shinigami, followed by slight begging. "Let me go." He said through clenched teeth, wanting to be freed
and without his hair being torn out.
The other smirked, amused by the redhead's words. He shook his head and maintained a firm hold on Grell's hair, knowing that it was one of his weaknesses. "Now, now, Grell. You know I can't do that." He replied then thrust the
chainsaw and it's blade up and into the reaper's back, listening to the pain filled cry that issued to the night as the rotating blades made contact with the other's skin. He then withdrew the weapon before dropping the redhead on the ground,
ignoring the blood pouring from the wound.
Grell couldn't help the scream that had made it's way out when he felt the blade in his back, filling the entiretly of his being with unbearable pain. When he felt the blade be removed and his body fall to the floor, he managed to catch himself with his arms
whimpering as he noticed the blood pool around him as he struggled to get up, but only feelng the pain from the inflicted injury. His eyes windened when his left arm was grabbed and pulled into an uncomfortable position behind himself, making the pain much worse.
He grunted then ground his teeth a bit before speaking. "Bassy? Why?" He asked, not looking behind at the Phantomhive Butler.
Sebastian looked at the male. "Why, Grell? Because my master issued an order to kill you and that is what I'm going to do. Now move it before you lose an arm."
Grell grimaced, hearing the words from the other then shook his head. "No. I refuse to die like this." He muttered, his right arm swung out as he attempted to hit the butler. missing by an inch as he moved, pulling the arm tighter and decidng to bend it in an
unnatural way, breaking it, reveling in the pain he was certain the other felt from the injuries he had inflicted upon him, but he really didn't care, he didn't care about the reaper, which made the command easier as he listened to the sounds from the redhead in front of him.
"Are you afraid, Grell? Afraid that I'll remove your pitiful existence from this realm and the next?" He asked, keeping a hold of the other's hair and arm. He released the hold on his hair, but maintained the hold on the arm as he forced the reaper to turn around, pushing him to the
wall.
Grell hissed in pain when he was pushed against the wall, feeling the effect from both his injuries. "Is that what you really think?" He asked, calmly, unaware of tears finding their way down his face.
Sebastian chuckled. "You know it is." He replied before inflicting more pain upon the reaper, leaving once he was satisfied his job was done.