The Day Grell Died Pt. 2

OK, so far, William stabbed Grell a bit too much... No-one's reading it anyway, but I might as well put it up... *sigh*

*Note - when stuff is in backets, they're thinking, not talking




*The next day, in William's office. William is writing reports and stuff as usual*


William: *Writing* (I wonder if he's OK...)

Ronald: *Knocking in the door* Yo, Will. Will, ya in there?

William: *Looking up* *Sigh* Come in, Knox.

Ronald: *Coming in* Are you busy?

William: Am I ever not? And it's William for God sake....

Ronald: *Sitting on William's desk* Yeah whatever. Listen, you seen Grell around today?

William: Uh... Not really, why?

Ronald: Well...It's just that he hasn't turned up to work today and no-one else seems to care...

William: Should they?

Ronald: Well, OK, probably not, but don't you think it's a bit...odd?

William: *Going back to writing* The idiot probably just over slept...

Ronald: It's not like him... it's not like him at all. I mean, if he was sick, wouldn't he call or something?

William: *Stopping writing again* Well what do you want me to do about it?

Ronald: Nothing really... I was just thinking maybe we could go check on him, ya know?

William: I don't have time for this...

Ronald: I know, I know... I mean, I'd do it myself but I'm scared in case something is wrong and then I get the blame. At least if there's two of us-

William: Are you trying to imply that he might have had an accident or something?

Ronald: ...Maybe? I don't know... Come on Will...iam...please?

William: I'll think about it. *Goes back to writing*

Ronald: .....

William: *Writing* .....

Ronald: ......Umm...?

William: Shh.

Ronald: >:[

William: ......

Ronald: *Rolling onto his stomach and staring at William* O.O

William: ......

Ronald: O.O

William: .....*cough*

Ronald: O__O

William: *Stopping writing* ARGH FINE! Just quit staring at me!

Ronald: *Jumping off desk* YEAH!



*Outside Grell's room*



William: *Knocking on door* Uh...S-Sutcliff? Are you in there...?

Ronald: You sound nervous, what's up?

William: Hm? Nothing... *Ahem* Sutcliff! Open this door right now! I know you're in there!
Ronald: Maybe you should try the door?

William: OK... *Turns handle* Oh! It's open!

Ronald: Shall we go in?

William: (Crap, why is it still open?!) Uh no, let me go first, I'm more...influential.

Ronald: Really? Sure you don't just want to go in there so you can-

William: SHUT UP! *Hits Ronald on head with Death Scythe* Just wait here, OK?

Ronald: OK....oww...

William: *Going in and closing door behind him* Uh...Grell? Are you- Crap.


*Grell is lying on the floor in a pool of blood*


William: Craaap.....sh*t....WTF....oh GOD...Uhh...AAH!!

Ronald: *Trying to come in* Is something up William?

William: Uh...Umm....(If he sees this I'll have to tell him EVERYTHING....I could be KILLED, FIRED oh Jesus, what do I do?!)

Ronald: *Forcing his way in* What's happeni- HOLY CRAP!!

William: CLOSE THE DOOR!

Ronald: *Closing door* Oh my God, what the hell happened?!

William: We'll talk about that later; help me get him into the shower.

Ronald: WHAT?! The guy is DEAD and you want to get him to a freaking shower?!

William: Listen to me, OK? If anyone saw this, it would look pretty damn suspicious. Help me get him cleaned up and maybe we can pretend it was some sort of accident, like he fell over or something...

Ronald: What the hell are you talking about?! We need to report this right away!

William: No Ronald, no we don't.

Ronald: WHY?!

William: B...Because I think...I think it might be my fault.

Ronald: WHAT?! HOW?! WHY?! WHEN?! WTF?!

William: Look, I'll explain it later, OK? We need to get him cleaned up, dressed in some fresh clothes, clean up this floor and eliminate any evidence.

Ronald: And then what?!

William: Then we need to come up with some sort of feasible scenario like he slipped in the bathroom or something...

Ronald: With his clothes on?!

William: He was...Brushing his teeth, the floor got wet, he fell. Simple.

Ronald: And I suppose the huge gaping hole in his chest came from the toothbrush?

William: We can cover it up...

Ronald: HOW?!
William: He's a Death God! He should heal fast!

Ronald: This guy has been dead for at least 10 hours, why hasn't he healed already?!

William: B...Because the wound is still wet... LOOK, just help me get him into the shower OK?!

Ronald: ...Where?

William: Just to the right there. He has an en-suite bathroom.

Ronald: OK... But you're taking off his clothes.

William: What?

Ronald: Well you can't just stick him in the shower with his clothes on! And we need to change them anyway...

William: OH no, YOU do it.

Ronald: Why me?! You're the one that killed him!

William: You take of the bottoms.

Ronald: NO FREAKING WAY!

William: Well I'm not doing it!

Ronald: Why don't we just stick him in, get a towel and wrap it round him when he gets out, THEN take of the clothes and put new ones on?

William: ...Yeah alright. You try and find a towel and some pyjamas; I'll get the shower ready.

Ronald: Right! ...What about the blood stain on the floor?

William: One thing at a time, please!

Ronald: OK, OK...Let's get him into the bathroom first.


*They drag him in*


William: Right, you go and find some towels and spare pyjamas.

Ronald: OK... *Looks around* I found so pyjamas... But no towels.

William: WTF? Who has no towels?

Ronald: A weird, overconfident gay guy?

William: Fair enough... OK, go into my room next door and try and find some. Here's the keys.

Ronald: *Taking Keys* Uh...Grell's door is still unlocked you know.

William: Really? Crap... OK, you go out and I'll use my Death Scythe to keep it shut.

Ronald: OK, but-

William: So I know it's you, you will knock twice then three times more. Understand?

Ronald: OK... You're handling this awfully precisely...

William: Just go!

Ronald: OK!! Where do you keep the towels?!

William: In my bathroom you idiot!

Ronald: R...Right!

William: Oh and Ronald?

Ronald: Y...Yeah?

William: I have a metal bin next to my bed, similar to the one in this room. I also have two scrubbing brushes under my bathroom sink. Bring those as well please. Oh, and a mop.

Ronald: W...Why? TT__TT

William: Because we need to clean the floor, silly. Now hurry, we don't have all day...

Ronald: OK... *Leaves*

William: *Propping up handle with Scythe* Now then Grell... what do we do about you and your deadness?

Grell: ......



Part 3 will come if anyone wants it...