Troubled waters(Ronald Knox) (Black Butler)

Chapter 2: Grell's interferrence

Walking over the rooftops I pulled out my small binder with the to-die list inside it clearly sectioned with a small ribbon, it has to be blue of course!  

Alan was in front of me, as per usual... 

"Who next?" He asked. 

"Gwen Baker, Harold LockWorthy and Lucy Tate." I said.  

Only three more and then that was it and it wasn't even one O'clock yet, good for 21 souls. 

"Nice, all connected or separate?" 

"Let's see, murdered in a back alley, they were robbed." I said. looking down into the alley below. 

Three people lay in a pool of mixing and congealing blood, two of them women and one man. They looked well off, lovely dresses and hats, no jewellery any more, but they were probably stupid for looking so rich and walking in the part of London with the most crime. 

"Come on then." I say as I hop down from the roof and on to the ground below. 

He follows me down, taking a slight jog to keep up with my pace. 

"Slow down! God you're fast." He huffs. 

"Tight, clean, efficient work. That has always been my motto." I smirk. 

"Yes I know now lets just do this. You're so much like William, you've been hanging around him too much." He sighs. 

I stop suddenly and turn around. 

"Is everything alright Alan?" I ask. 

"Yeah don't worry about me." He said. 

Odd... 

I pulled two of my roses and harvested the first women's soul, not much in her life. Went along to the second not much either. 

Alan went along to the Male one and then did the same. Just as he was about to look through it turned, it was fighting against us, flailing wildly the cinematic record started to go berserk shooting itself straight at Alan, and the worst part was Alan didn't have time to react before it was attacking him. It grabbed hold and started wrapping itself around him, like a snake. The records starting to turn into thorns! 

He started screaming, writhing in agony. I threw my roses at the adjoining records and severed them making them let go, he fell to the floor clutching his chest, breathing heavy, almost wheezing.

"Alan!" I yelled trying to run over, but I was already cut off. I started throwing cards at the record making it retract slightly, but not enough. 

Pulling out my Rapier I started to cut through the record. Then out of no where it slammed directly into my stomach and sent me flying into the wall. I blinked slightly, I could feel blood drip slightly down my face. Cinematic records are not supposed to be that strong when they act out and try to hang on, not that the can inflict that much damage. I stumble to my feet and run at it aiming my rapier straight for the centre, occasionally trying to slap me away again. I bounded off one of the walls and spun only to be caught in it's grasp, it wrapped it's self around me constricting my arms and legs so I couldn't move and then started feeding me it's memories, emotions, pain, everything. It burned. I screamed, it was burning, it was pure agony and then it let go. I fell to the ground coughing, looking up to see Alan with his death scythe stuck into the man and then it was over. 

He came over to me and sat me up right. 

"You okay?" He asked frowning slightly. 

"Shouldn't I be asking you that." I huffed.