chainsaws in the church

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Who: Emilia Galmar, Grell Sutcliff, Quasimodo
Where: San'Anna Church
When: Tuesday
Summary: There's no sanctuary from the shinigami
Rating: R
Warning: Violent character death.

Emilia walked down the side of the church, her hand skimming the pews. She was feeling slightly jumpy, since the clones were unnerving and Lavi had gone off to the library, but she

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[crimsondeathgod]

Grell had been standing atop the Sant'Anna for some time already, his body leaning against the huge cross, chatting idly to an unseen figure, hidden from view. So far, his doppelgänger has yet to appear, and he preferred to keep it that way. He didn't like to share.

From the corner of his eyes, out stood a young looking lady, with her hair tied back and collecting the laundry. A predatory smile began to form, teeth bared, as he glanced back at the Clown, who mirrored his smile, wider and more twisted than his own.

"Time to raise the curtains~"

With that, he jumped down from his high spot, landing softly and silently behind her.

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Emilia didn't hear Grell land behind her, so when she turned towards him, her arms piled with laundry, she let out a startled shriek.

"Don't sneak up on a person like that!" She admonished the... woman? Man? She was having trouble telling. "Can I help you with anything?"

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He held up his hands in mock surrender, feigning surprise, pretending to be startled by her sudden outburst.

"Ah~ I do apologise, dear child. I had not meant to frighten you." He put on an apologetic mask on his face, smiling sheepishly. "Yes, there are some questions I would like to ask... That is, if you don't mind?"

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That was a man's voice. Some people here sure were strange. Emilia stepped around this person, lading the way back into the church.

"I don't mind at all, just let me put these inside. What's your name?"

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Grell followed her into the church. It was almost too easy. He wanted to drag it longer, to toy with her. To test his new-found ability~ Behind her, out of her sight, he licked his lips at the thought of her maiden blood. Fresh and warm~

"Name?" A dead person, well she was going to die anyway, didn't need to know any names. "I'm afraid you won't have the privilege to hear it."

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Emilia dumped her armful of washing on a pew and turned to him, an annoyed look plastered on her face.

"That's how you talk to someone you want to ask questions from?" She barked.

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He titled his head at her, a brow raised, chuckling lightly. Rarely had he ever met a woman so outgoing, so fierce. There were a few, the disgusting ones that were better left dead.

He held up a finger, both to silence her and to gain her attention. "There is no purpose in being acquaintances if one is to be dead in a matter of moments. Any last wishes?"

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The annoyance melted off her face, replaced with startlement. She'd been warned about the people here, but she'd expected a monster or a person with a weapon, not someone sneaking up on her in red.

"What?" She began backing away. "That's not funny."

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"There is nothing funny about what I said." He clicked his tongue teasingly at her.

Oh there were many dangerous people out here. Both humans and non-humans. She should have been more careful~

"Any last wishes?" He repeated again as a large chainsaw materialised in his right hand. "I would like to make it quick." Lies~ When has he ever made death quick?

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She backed into the pew behind her. It was enough to shake her into making a bolt for it, down the nave, a scream ripping from her throat.

[crimsondeathgod]

What a delightful scream it was. It was music to his ears~ With his scythe!chainsaw in hand, he pounced after her, laughing maniacally. Of course he was quicker than her, and he reached her in a beat. With chainsaw in hand, he brought it up and swing it down her back.

"Show me your memories~~~"

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She shrieked, crashing to the floor from the blow. The chainsaw had cut deeply into her, easily going through her shoulder and torso.

Blood spilled onto the floor, and the cinematic record spilled into the air.

Images flickered past. Emilia as a child, with her parents. Emilia as a teenager, her mother leaving. Emilia alone as her father worked.

Emilia in an orphanage, teaching children. Emilia cowering as terrible monsters attacked, fought off by the exorcists.

Emilia in the facility, talking

Emilia in Venice, Sebastian standing behind her and holding her in his arms while teaching her how to use a gondola.

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Grell licked his lips as he tasted blood in the air, the crimson colour decorating the scene in front of him. Such a lonely, lonely child she was. Oh he was definitely interested in those monsters and the ones fighting them.

Until he came to her latest memories.

Sebastian.

He had not expected that. His fingers gripped the chainsaw handle so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Inside his head, the Clown was edging him on to toy with her. Make her suffer~

With his free hand, he pulled her up and settled her on one of the benches, breathing down on her, his teeth baring widely.

"Did your lesson went smoothly with Sebastian?"

[half0formed]

Quasimodo was idly cleaning the bells when the shriek went up. He lept up, jumping from rafter to rafter and free-falling most of his way down to the ground floor of the church, landing in the main abbey in a crouch. His eyes widened at what he saw.

"Get away from her!" He yelled, running at Emilia's mysterious attacker, throwing all his strength into separating the two. The red head's growling monster blade terrified him, but it was hurting Emilia and he liked Emilia.

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Emilia coughed, or tried to, as her lungs filled with blood. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, trying to look at the man who did this to her. He was going to hurt her more, she could tell, and it already hurt so badly. It was all she could focus on, the pain, the fact she couldn't breathe, the coldness seeping in from the floor and the way her vision was tunneling in.

Soon enough, her struggles ceased and she died.

[crimsondeathgod]

Grell never managed to get an answer out of her, not that it mattered to him anyway, because a loud shout from somewhere veered his attention. He had to jump back to avoid whoever it was that now stood between him and her.

He turned to glare at the intruder. How dare this person ruined his moment! But wait! Who, or what, was this abomination standing before him? For a brief moment, his thoughts on Emilia was momentarily forgotten.

"The damsel's prince to the rescue~" He whistled amusingly, the chainsaw now perched upon his shoulder, seemingly not burdening him with its weight. "It's useless. She's dead." He could tell it from the soul that had left her body.