Chapter 1
Aeschylus once said "There's nothing certain in a person's life except this: That they must lose it." You see, I've had many names, angel of death, god of death, but the most popular name seems to be The Grim Reaper. Instead, you may call me Elliot. My full name is Elliot Anthony Darwin. I have lived long enough to realize how much of a waste humans have made of this world and themselves. Many people are afraid of death but no one ever asks how does death feel?
Let's see … Where do I begin? Ah! I've got it! David Smith, born May 5, 1863, Age 20. David is scheduled to die by jumping off a 5 story building as a suicide attempt. Today will be his last day, or so I thought. My job as a Grim Reaper is to review lists of individuals about to die and collect requested souls. The list is given to me every year with an individual's name, birth date, and cause of death. We collect souls by using our death scythes. Each Grim Reaper's Death Scythe seems to be unique to each individual. Mines happens to be a dual scythe. A Grim Reaper uses a Death Scythe to view an individual's Cinematic Record. What's a Cinematic Record you may ask? A Cinematic Record is a document of an individual's life memories. The idea of a human is broken into two: a flesh body and a soul. When combined, the individual can exist among the living, and thus the initiation of their Cinematic Record. When the flesh body withers, and the Grim Reapers collect their souls, the record ends there, and the living become the dead. The "end mark" of the Cinematic Record arrives along with every death. Humans can only view their cinematic records during their deaths. This appears as if their "life was flashing before their eyes."
Anyways, Enough about the old boring history of Grim Reapers, let's get back to David. There he was standing on the ledge of the building, looking down at the street below him. The wind fluttered through his golden blonde hair. His cloudy gray eyes appeared red, swollen, and exhausted. Most likely from crying.
"I'm gonna do it, It'll be over soon. No one will need me." said David. He kept repeating the phrase as if he was having second thoughts about jumping but was convincing himself to achieve his goal. His left foot was dangling over the edge. Looking down, he balled up his fists, closed his eyes and jumped.
Authors note: Hey there pals! This is my first fic that was based on a short story I wrote for English class last year. Basically this story revolves around Elliot but he's definitely going to bump into some characters along the way *hint hint* I know it was pretty short but next chapter should be much longer(I hope!) Let me know what you think and suggestions are very much appreciated.