Passionate red, ~Grell, Black Butler Fanfic~

Chapter 3 ~ You're not special.

I peeked out the peephole to be sure Grell was gone, and he was. I could tell, because I couldn't see any insane face staring back at me.

I walked over to my closet peeking inside, then slipping on my black-and -white -and -red dress with a fluffy bottom. I slipped on my shoes carefully before walking out into the hall. To retrieve my scythe, without being seen.

I ran into the room snooping around for my two hand scythes, and I could see some guy with blonde hair twittling around with them in his fingers. My face burned bright red with anger, and I tromped over.

"Heh, this is the mighty death scythe of that girl, you say?" One chuckled. "Yeah, Robert. Uh-oh, here comes the mighty reaper!" He laughed glarind straight at me. "You're not special, stop acting like it." He spat. My heart tore in two, realizing the reality of his words. But I ignored it. "Give them back." I growled. "Or?" Robert growled holding them above my head. There was really nothing I could do to get them back. 

I held up my fists. "Give them back." I growled seriously. Nobody was around, no administrators, no any official looking person. Robert threw my scythes into the ait, their heads burying into the ceiling. "Come at me." He teased holding up his fingers. 

I ran right at him with a blow to the leg with my fists, and he dodged it with a blow to my back.  I winced in pain whipping my leg around to trip him. I succeeded with hitting him, but he was too big for me to tip him. I felt my leg lifted off and me lifted up by my waist, then thrown back onto the ground. 

"Hey, is that really necessary?!" I heard a voice coming out of the gaping crowd. A certain messy blonde walked out. Ronald? Why was he defending me? "Look who's talking!" The other boy laughed. "Just leave her alone." Ronald growled his death scythe behind him.

They both nodded walking away from me, as well as the fighting romg of people. I jumped up grabbing my scythes. "Thanks." I growled to Ronald. Why was I even thanking him? It was because of him I got to go to the nurses yesterday. 

"Yeah." He said coldly. "Um, sorry about yesterday." He said nervously rubbing his arm. "It's fine." I said walking away. It honestly wasn't... My head was still throbbing. I pulled out my book looking at my list of people. I mostly had the farthest souls to collect. Since I was the only reaper who could teleport. But nobody really knew. Each time I used my power I got a throbbing migrane. 

I mustered up my strength teleporting to the farthest side of England. I took out my death scythes aiming at my target, without any mercy.

Because as a grim reaper,

That was my job.