We All Hurt

Chapter 1: Scars

This was an RP I did with CreativeProjectiles. TRIGGER WARNING. Some very sad and depressing scenes. May cause heavy breathing, fangirling, crying, more commonly Known as" The Feels ". Anyway, enjoy the story and send us some feedback.

Chapter 1: Scars

Grell sulked in his apartment building. It was 2am, and he didn't want to wake his coworkers. All field agents were assigned living quarters within the library so they would avoid being late when reaping souls. Not that it helped the redhead. Somehow, Grell always managed to be late.

Tonight was stormy, and the redhead had his window open. He sat on his window's edge and let the cool rain wash away what was left of his smeared make-up. The normally happy reaper had been crying. He Sighed almost inaudibly as the wind swept through his long crimson locks. He sat there in nothing but a long, bloodied night shirt. The blood that stained the night shirt was from the cuts the reaper had made on his ugly manly body he hated so much. Pieces of his training scythe lay beside the redhead, glistening in the pale moonlight.

Everyone thought of Grell as a happy flamboyant reaper who they could pick on. They thought Grell was unfazed by there words. But it was those words that caused the happy reaper to go into a deep, dark depression. Their words cut like knives. They called him a" gender confused freak". The Crimson reaper felt, no, he knew he was unloved. "No one will miss me if I were to disappear." Grell looked at the bottle of pills in his shaky hand. He knew if he were to knock back a handful of the strong pills, he would rid the world of an imperfect stain, himself. He cried softly as he opened the bottle.

William T. Spears sat in his living quarters unable to sleep. He has tried reading a book and organizing his paperwork, but neither helped calm his overly active mind. He finally settled on taking a walk. "Perhaps a walk will calm my mind." He sighed to himself. The raven reaper pulled on a loose dress shirt and slipped on some pants. He walk down the halls and came up to a door he knew well. It was Grell's door. He rested his forehead upon the door quietly and sighed silently.

After a while he was about to move on, until he heard the clank of a scythe blade. He knew it wasn't a knife because the living quarters they lived in had no kitchen. They all reported to the cafeteria for all three meals. He knocked on the door firmly.

"Sutcliff? Do you have a scythe in there with you?" As far as he knew, a cut from a death scythe would mean the end of a reaper's life. "Sutcliff, open the door." He said quietly but sternly.

Grell's cut were sallow enough not to kill him, but the pills he was about to take would surly kill him. His breath hitched at the sound of his superior's voice. He quickly shoved the pills under his pillow and discarded the bloodied night shirt in his hamper.

"Coming darling~!" He called out.

The redhead had cried off all his make-up, reveling the dark circles under his tired, cried out eyes. He quickly pulled on his red silk robe after hiding the bloodied night shirt under the day's clothes in the hamper. Grell hid the fragments of his death scythe in his nightstand drawer. The reaper rushed to the door almost falling, due to dizziness caused by lack of eating. The redhead hadn't eaten in weeks, close to months.

"What brings you here at this late hour my dear Will~." He said with a fake smile. Grell stood in the middle of the door way so the raven reaper couldn't get in.

"Grell, what the hell happened to your eyes? You look like you haven't slept in ages. This better not affect your work ethic." William said flatly as he fixed his glasses.

The faint smell of blood made it's way to the raven reapers nose and he looked into the reaper's eyes.

"It smells like blood in here. The last time it smelled like this, you were off doing your little 'Jack the Ripper' stunt with the crazy human." William pushed his way into the redhead's room and followed the scent of blood.

He pulled out the bloodied night shirt from the hamper and threw it at Grell's feet. "Again?!" He almost screamed. "You're coming with me. I can't let you go, you're killing people again."

The raven reaper grabbed Grell and pushed him up against the wall. He held the redhead's hands behind his back. William took out his radio and calked security. "Sutcliff's gone crazy, bring back-up just in case." He said flatly.

Grell's heart sank. Of course Will was going to ask about work. Nobody ever cared about him, especially Will. The raven reaper could care less.

"Hey!" The redhead protested as the taller reaper entered his room. "It's rude to enter lady's room without permission you kn-. . ." The redhead froze at the mention of blood. The crimson reaper bit his lip as William threw the bloodied shirt at his feet.

Grell had thought William had found his darkest secret until he mentioned "Jack the Ripper". Of course, he would go back to his crimanl record. Grell laughed coldly in an effort to hide the real reason his nightshirt was bloody. "I doubt they'll find anything against me." He said, anger and hatred lacing the redhead's voice.

Not but 10minutes later, guards came in and took Grell away to a interrogation room.

"Search the souls and make sure everyone is there. If one soul is missing or out of place, I want IT, locked up." William said pointing to Grell.

The guards left with the protesting redhead as William began to search the place.

The redhead shrieked in protest and struggled against the guards' tight grip. "Not so damn rough!" He growled. "I'm not in the mood."

The big guards practically threw the slender redhead in the room and slammed the door shut.

Grell huffed and picked himself up off the floor. The redhead dusted off his robe and adjusted it so he look decent.

Meanwhile back with at the redhead's apartment, William was looking for evidence. He looked through drawers and found fragment of Grell's training scythe, and a bottle of pills under his pillow. "Why pills and pieces of a training scythe?" He asked himself. William bagged the items and went down to where they took Grell.

Grell sat in the small room waiting. Despite the fact that Grell truly loved William, he was getting dangerously close to biting his smug little head off. The redhead wondered why the raven reaper always insisted on ruining her plans. Why couldn't he just let him die?

William walked into the room and threw the items on the small metal table that sat in the center of the room. "Why do have these?"

Grell look at the items but it didn't faze him. "That is none of your damn business." He snapped at William. Grell did his best not to tear up but was failing.

"Well as far as I know, no souls are missing but I can't let you go until you answer why you had a bottle of pills that were never prescribed to you?" William adjusted his glasses and glared at the redhead.

"See? I did nothing wrong! Now let me go. Once you let me go, I'll be out of your hair forever, I promise." The crimson reaper all but begged. He then forced a weak smile to appear on his worn out face.

"And what is that suppose to mean? Out of my hair forever? Let me see you wrists, now." The raven reaper demanded. He held out his hand for the red head to place his wrists.

"No why should I do any-" The redhead was cut off by William walking around the table and grabbing his freshly cut wrists.

"These are fresh." He stated then looked up into Grell's eyes. "Why?" William asked, hurt laced within his voice.

OMG! Cliffhanger! Sorry people, I know I picked a bad place to cut off the chapter, but not to worry, more is coming soon. *hands you tissues* Trust me, you'll need these fir the next chapters. Send us feed back 3