dream ✇ 03
[note: Grell is never actually seen in this dream. It's to be viewed as if it's through his eyes. Also, the dream involves blood and death ♥]
"Even if I told a little brat like you, you wouldn't understand!!" she screams. "You would NEVER understand!!"
A young boy stands there, staring back at the crazed woman clothed in a beautiful red dress that's stained by the blood of a prostitute. Her hands tremble, ready to bring her knife down on the boy in an attempt to put an end to his pathetic little life.
"It would've been best had you never been born," she screeches, bringing her knife down toward the boy. But... she stops abruptly.
What is that stupid woman doing?! This was not part of the plan, Madam Red!! This... What are you doing?! Just kill the little brat! You've been wanting this for so long~!! ♥
She stands there like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move... barely able to breathe. She mutters something about her sister as she stares at the boy. That stupid little boy. Suddenly that beautiful butler screams, nearly bringing his demonic hand down on the woman in order to protect that little brat he bows before, but he's stopped... the young boy instructs the butler not to kill her.
His arm is useless and yet... Oh~! And yet he goes to save that wretched little thing~!! What endurance ♥
"Madam, what do you have to say for yourself?!" Grell screeches, walking over to where she is standing motionless. "MADAM?! KILL THAT BRAT ALREADY!!"
"C-Can't..."
"Huh?"
"I can't do it," she cries. "I can't kill this precious child."
"You're saying this now? You mean to tell me after all of those women you killed, you can't kill that little thing? Look, Angelina, if you can't kill that little brat... It will be your turn." He scoffs, "And to think, you had a Death God helping you."
"But!!" she cries. "This child is m--" Her words are abruptly cut off as she gags on a mouthful of blood.
The revving of the chainsaw is loud, almost unbearable, as it cuts through the middle of her chest. An eerie cackling can be heard as the Death Scythe is driven through the body of the woman Grell once adored, once held in such high regard, was once captivated by. Her blood pours from the gaping wound in her chest, the blade of the chainsaw still cutting deep into her body.
"How disappointing... Madam Red."
Her body is thrown from the chainsaw, hitting the cobblestone with a loud thud. "I am no longer interested in an ordinary woman like you."
The blood continues to pour from her body, pooling all over the ground under Grell's feet and under the feet of the young boy and his beautiful butler. Suddenly, pictures of her life start to flash.
A young girl with red hair.
A beautiful older girl who speaks about marriage.
A man named Earl Phantomhive.
A teenage girl with red hair who is wearing a red dress.
A young woman with a scowl on her face seated at her sister's wedding.
The birth of her sister's children.
The miscarriage of her own child.
A house going up in flames.
Memory after memory flashes.
The roar of the chainsaw interrupts the film reel of Angelina Durless's life, cutting into her body once more. "I just love the way your body is being dyed by your beautiful red blood that's pouring out... Madam RED~!!"
He grabs her collar and pulls her face close, "I'm not interested in the you who got carried away by meaningless emotions."
Her body falls back to the stone, "I created alibis for you. I broke the rules for you, Angelina. You have disappointed me." Her lifeless, bloody body lays beneath his feet as he stares down at it. "In the end, you are no different from all of those ordinary women."
The red coat she wears is snatched off of her, "You're not fit to wear the color red." He puts the extravagant coat on himself and turns to her once more before walking off, "The curtains of this cheap theatre act of your life are drawing to a close. Goodbye, Madam."
"Even if I told a little brat like you, you wouldn't understand!!" she screams. "You would NEVER understand!!"
A young boy stands there, staring back at the crazed woman clothed in a beautiful red dress that's stained by the blood of a prostitute. Her hands tremble, ready to bring her knife down on the boy in an attempt to put an end to his pathetic little life.
"It would've been best had you never been born," she screeches, bringing her knife down toward the boy. But... she stops abruptly.
What is that stupid woman doing?! This was not part of the plan, Madam Red!! This... What are you doing?! Just kill the little brat! You've been wanting this for so long~!! ♥
She stands there like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move... barely able to breathe. She mutters something about her sister as she stares at the boy. That stupid little boy. Suddenly that beautiful butler screams, nearly bringing his demonic hand down on the woman in order to protect that little brat he bows before, but he's stopped... the young boy instructs the butler not to kill her.
His arm is useless and yet... Oh~! And yet he goes to save that wretched little thing~!! What endurance ♥
"Madam, what do you have to say for yourself?!" Grell screeches, walking over to where she is standing motionless. "MADAM?! KILL THAT BRAT ALREADY!!"
"C-Can't..."
"Huh?"
"I can't do it," she cries. "I can't kill this precious child."
"You're saying this now? You mean to tell me after all of those women you killed, you can't kill that little thing? Look, Angelina, if you can't kill that little brat... It will be your turn." He scoffs, "And to think, you had a Death God helping you."
"But!!" she cries. "This child is m--" Her words are abruptly cut off as she gags on a mouthful of blood.
The revving of the chainsaw is loud, almost unbearable, as it cuts through the middle of her chest. An eerie cackling can be heard as the Death Scythe is driven through the body of the woman Grell once adored, once held in such high regard, was once captivated by. Her blood pours from the gaping wound in her chest, the blade of the chainsaw still cutting deep into her body.
"How disappointing... Madam Red."
Her body is thrown from the chainsaw, hitting the cobblestone with a loud thud. "I am no longer interested in an ordinary woman like you."
The blood continues to pour from her body, pooling all over the ground under Grell's feet and under the feet of the young boy and his beautiful butler. Suddenly, pictures of her life start to flash.
A young girl with red hair.
A beautiful older girl who speaks about marriage.
A man named Earl Phantomhive.
A teenage girl with red hair who is wearing a red dress.
A young woman with a scowl on her face seated at her sister's wedding.
The birth of her sister's children.
The miscarriage of her own child.
A house going up in flames.
Memory after memory flashes.
The roar of the chainsaw interrupts the film reel of Angelina Durless's life, cutting into her body once more. "I just love the way your body is being dyed by your beautiful red blood that's pouring out... Madam RED~!!"
He grabs her collar and pulls her face close, "I'm not interested in the you who got carried away by meaningless emotions."
Her body falls back to the stone, "I created alibis for you. I broke the rules for you, Angelina. You have disappointed me." Her lifeless, bloody body lays beneath his feet as he stares down at it. "In the end, you are no different from all of those ordinary women."
The red coat she wears is snatched off of her, "You're not fit to wear the color red." He puts the extravagant coat on himself and turns to her once more before walking off, "The curtains of this cheap theatre act of your life are drawing to a close. Goodbye, Madam."