The Grim Reaper or The Undertaker (a black butler x reader fanfic)

22: Oh No

Warning⚠️: foul language—but who really cares—physical abuse, and blood. If u don't like then don't read.

(Y/N)s POV:

Whoever captured me gaged me and put a sack over my head, what is this the 1400s. When the sack and gag finally got off, I was not expecting this. "Surprise."
"Damien?" "Thats my name don't ware it out." Two of his men had a good grip on my arms, and the other two just stood next to him like dogs. I looked around and noticed we were in The Dark Alleys: alleys with hardly any light, abandoned buildings, reapers don't talk about what happens in these places, and if they do then it's because someone came out uninjured. "What's going on?" "Quiet bitch." One of his boys slapped me across the face, "Ezra I told you, let me talk first, and then if she disagrees slap her." I closed my eyes and kept my head down, Adrian, find me.

3rd person POV:

Adrian, find me.
Both brothers froze, they don't need twin telepathy to communicate. They jumped to the next building following the sound of their hearts. The only thing left on that building was Undertakers hat.

(Y/N)s POV:

I couldn't feel my arms or face. "*cough* W-Why are you doing this?" "Wow she's a dumbass." Damien smacked Ezra over the head. "You're the dumbass, now let me talk." He grabbed me by the chin so I'd look at him, "I told you, because I wanna get the best reapers fired and in prison. Starting with your Adrian. And who knows, maybe they'll even put his brother in prison too." His thumb went over my lips, "This can all end if you just decide to be my girlfriend." I gave him a smile . . . then bit his thumb, Grell's so lucky to have sharp teeth, I did the best I could with mine. He hit me so hard across the face that I spit out blood.
Then he took one of his boys death scythes, sure it was one the new recruits use, but even the smallest death scythe can cause a big damage.

3rd person POV:

Adrian.
"You heard that, tell me you had that," Undertaker said. "I did, and you're not gonna like where I heard it from." They headed for The Dark Alleys.

(Y/N)s POV:

One of my favorite shirts was ripped right down the middle where the skulls kissed, and my jeans were now ripped jeans. "Hey boss I say we rip her bra off." "Forget her bra, what about her uterus." Adrian where are you two? "I'll think about it, but first," Damien grabbed my chin again. "Last chance beautiful, come with me, or stay here looking like a body cut by Jack the Ripper."
I stood up as best I could. "Never." ". . . Very well." He made cuts over my clavicle and down my sternum—almost cutting my bra down the middle—the cuts connected looking like a Y. "I got a better idea, how about we cut her face so she looks like that older brother. Boys?" All of us but him had our heads to the right.

"Get, your hands, off of her." They both said that, and I can smell the fear on these four boys. There eyes were glowing, down here if a reapers eyes are glowing, pray on your death scythe that they show mercy. "Pfhhh, and who's gonna stop us?" "Yeah, and why are you holding a stick?" Ezra said. I would've asked that too if I could talk. "Heehee, where you see a sotoba, I see . . ." It started to glow.

3rd person POV:

"Oh my god," Adrian said. "A death scythe," Damien's and his boys said. "Th-that's supposed to be collected unconditionally when you retire," Ezra said. "It is isn't it, well we've been together for so long I couldn't bare to part with it. Though I'll admit smuggling it out was a bit tricky." His death scythe started to glow green, "Tell me little brother, could you part with yours?" Adrian moved his fingers down the blade ". . . No, so you better be there with me when I have to retire." His scythe started to glow green now. "We're only going to say this one last time," Adrian said. "Let her go."

"Ok. Boys, put her down." Damien's men threw her down on the ground.
"I've always wanted to fight you twin reapers," Damien got out his death scythe, "who knew this would be my chance." One of his boys did, he was just a dumbass leader who didn't listen.
(Y/N) used the strength she had to left to speak. "Kill . . . Them."
One of his men kicked her back. "How the fuck is she still alive?" Damien said.
He looked back, which gave the brothers the chance to swing their scythes at them. "Hang on, (Y/N)," they both said.

The fight didn't last long, after all they're worst than Grell. A few buildings were broken down, and just like the buildings, Damien and his boys were in a pile—only covered in blood. "You take her to my place or yours, I have one more thing to say to them," Adrian said. When Undertaker left with (Y/N) Adrian pointed his scythe at Damien's neck. "If you're near her or looking at her—or any other woman for that matter—ever again, you'll wish you had gotten the Thorns of Death and died." He left them there to bleed and was able to catch up with his brother—who was only a mile away. "I told you to take her home."
"Not without you, we're taking her to one of our places together."
". . . Alright let's go to your place," Adrian said. "Wait why mine?"
"Because you're the oldest now let's go." Hopefully they'll get there fast, because the longer it takes to patch her up, the longer it takes her to wake up.