Chapter 5 The Monster Within
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Artemis Phantomhive: Eheheh, there very well might be a story there… Oh? ;) I think you do know what is down in the basement. XD
ShitanePaiko: XD Of course I'll keep going. XD
Zana Zira: Yeah, I've always thought that Grell truly had something for Will. I've also always thought that Will would be the only guy that he would be… loyal to. XD Anyways, thank you and I hope you continue to like it!
Guest: XD I totally agree with the fever part. XD I get sick a lot so I should know. XD Aw, don't hurt Undertaker dear. XD
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Undertaker stalked hurriedly and angrily down the stairs into the basement. His eyes seemed to glow through his silver bangs, the hatred and pain evident in the green gold orbs. His heels clicked out an eerie tune in the dark room as he walked down the stairs, the only light coming from his evilly glowing eyes.
He came to a halt and flicked his gaze to the right, reaching out and grabbing up a candle without evening having to look. He then struck a match and lit the candle, the small flame revealing the room's unnerving contents.
Undertaker's silver hair glimmered in the soft light, the beauty getting lost in the horror of the room. There appeared to be a cage of sorts on the right side of the room, its bars rusted and blood stained. In the center of the room was a metal operating table, a body strapped down upon it.
Undertaker's features harden and he steps forward and set the candle down on a table next to the operating table. He growls savagely, his eyes narrowing angrily. He grabbed his Scythe which was leaning up against the wall and leaned it against the operating table.
He drew his hand away from the Scythe and turned his attention to the table that the candle was on. His gaze landed on a black ribbon that he had always used to tie back his long silver hair. His eyes then darted to needle and thread, items he used to close up wounds and some such.
He growled and turned his gaze away. He raised his hand and drew it back, bringing it back down across the table forcefully, smacking the tools and the ribbon off of it. He shoved the table aside, causing the candle to rock dangerously as he fought for more access to the operating table.
Once he got as close as possible his eyes lit up in fury, clearly seen through his bangs. He raised his hands, the sleeves of the robes falling down to his elbows and his long dark nails glinted dangerously in the candle light. He bared his teeth, his body trembling in anger.
With a half strangled scream of fury he brought his nails down into the flesh of the nameless corpse, ripping and tearing away at it. Blood splattered his hands and his nails tore through skin and deeper, severing veins. His Reaper strength kicked in and he dug in deeper, tearing into muscle as a mixture of growls and whimpers escaped him, his teeth visibly bared.
He drew his hands back, blood dripping from his nails and his pale flesh. He reached down to the ground and retrieved what appeared to a small, thin bladed knife, one of the tools he had knocked to the ground. With a growl he plunged the knife into the corpses shoulder, digging it in and twisting it before pulling it out and plunging it back in. Blood splattered onto his dark robes, staining the hint of white around his sleeves and around the collar too. A couple of drops of blood made it to his face, staining the pure silver of his bangs and his nearly porcelain like skin.
His hands slipped from the blood slick handle and he stopped taking his anger and pain out on the corpse. His long silver strands dragged through the blood as he lowered his head, faint tears mixing with the blood on his face. "I'm sorry, so sorry…"
He didn't hear the faint sound of footsteps as he reached for his Scythe, taking the weapon up and raising it above his head. Grell peaked around the doorway as Undertaker brought the Scythe down, burying the weapon in the corpse's chest. Grell gasped quietly, still going unnoticed by Undertaker.
Undertaker pulled the Scythe out, the corpse's cinematic record spilling out of the wound. Grell's eyes widen as he noticed all the blood, both on the floor and on Undertaker. He watched the crimson liquid drip from Undertaker's once silver hair and the blood covering his face.
Undertaker reached towards the table, picking up what appeared to be a fragment of a cinematic record, apparently intended to be used as a continuation. A thought struck Grell and the red head realized something. He eyes light up in shock as he watched Undertaker lick the blood away from his lips and prepare to place the cinematic fragment to the 'end' mark of the cinematic record.
Grell gasped in horror and stepped away from the doorway, his eyes shining with hurt and something akin to fear. "STOP!" He cried out, starling Undertaker and causing the silver haired man to drop the fragment.
Undertaker turned his attention to Grell, his bangs slicked back with blood, allowing his eyes to be seen. The green gold orbs lit up in horror as he saw Grell's terrified expression. Grell stepped back as Undertaker stepped towards him. The red head's thoughts were filled to the brim with painful memories, memories of reports of walking corpses and dismembered bodies. His eyes fill with tears, a feeling of betrayal overtaking him.
Undertaker shook his head. "Grell, it's not what you think…" Grell growled and stepped even further away. "No, NO! You created those walking corpses! YOU'RE A VIOLATOR!" Grell screamed angrily.
Undertaker winced, his footsteps causing a faint splash sound as he stepped in a puddle of blood. Grell whimpered as he wrapped his arms around himself. "Y-You poisoned me so you could turn me into one of THEM!"
Undertaker gasped and shook his head. "No! I would NEVER do that! I couldn't do that-" He was interrupted by Grell's angered yell. "SHUT IT! Save it! You're a traitor! A violator! A MONSTER!" With that Grell turned around and fled up the stairs.
Undertaker felt tears well up in his eyes, clenching and unclenching his blood covered hands. "I care about you too much to do that…" He picked a cloth up from the ground. "Grell, WAIT!" He fled up the stairs after the red head.
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