Death, Frost, and arrows of love
Chapter 1
What I remember is waking up on the cold, hard, ground in the dead of night. I only knew two things; my name is Grim Reaper and I'm supposed to be dead. How am I alive? Was I someone else in another life? Or was I always Grim Reaper? These exact questions ran through my head as I picked myself up off the ground. I was wearing a grey hood that was attached to a black and white stripped long sleeve t-shirt. Over that was an indigo strapless top with black lining one side and little back buttons coming down one side of the shirt.
I found out I was also wearing black skinny jeans with two silver belts criss-crossed and black combat boots. I looked around where I was. I was in a bedroom that had the normal things inside it; but what shocked me the most was when I saw my arms; one was made of metal. I knew I must of lost it somehow. I ran around the empty house wondering what to do. I ran past a bathroom but I stopped when I saw myself in the corner of the mirror. Hair as black as night, side swept bangs as white as fallen snow, and eyes as black as my hair.
My skin was pale; make that very pale. Another thing that amazed me were two large skeleton wings coming out of my back. What was going on? I ran outside wondering where to go. I expected to get stares and see a terrified look on someone's face but it was like I was invisible. The reality of that sentence hit me when a group of kids ran straight through me. I wanted to break down but my body wouldn't let me. I needed answers now.
To know what happened to me, why I can't be seen by anyone, and why I was chosen in a way, to be like this.
300 years later
I still remember the day I became Grim Reaper as clear as day. I now knew what I was capable of and what I could do with my powers. I can manipulate shadows and turn them into anything I want; like a death scythe, any type of gun, all that and much more. I became the mafia boss of the underworld and under my command were Zero and RC. We call Ravenclaw RC since it's easy to remember. They're both reapers like me.
Zero can turn into a demon dog and RC turns into a raven. (A/N: If you want to know more about Zero and RC, go to my Deviant Art and type in the search box GwenReaper69 which will lead you to my profile where I have a picture of Grim on there. It's the one with wings) I collect souls, not kill like the stories you hear about me. Also if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm a girl not a guy. I then judge them and decide if they should go to the underworld with me, in heaven, or if you're a mix between good and bad, you still end up in the underworld with me. Though, I have all types of souls so there are some good people who ended up on the wrong side of the tracks. "Grim, let's go, we got souls to collect' said Zero. Half of his face covered by the white skull mask, which was the mark of those in the mafia.
"Right, Zero, where are we going, who's soul or souls are we getting, and how did the person die?' I asked in a somewhat in-charge voice. "The name of the woman who's soul we're getting was named Angelina Dalles, who died by a chainsaw accident, and we're going to England to collect her soul' said Zero. "Good' I said as we met up with RC who was already in England and had witnessed the death of Angelina. "Hey Boss, you came, I thought I was going to have to do the dirty work this time' RC said as she came out from behind a building. "Nope not today RC' I replied. We came back from England and had just walked into my castle. "Hey I gotta go put this with the others' I said holding the jar of the soul which told everything about a person.
Their personality, what they looked like and in a way, they were still alive. I also kept the soul pure and kept it from turning evil. I walked to the door where I kept the jars. I opened up the heavy doors and dropped the jar causing it to shatter into a million pieces and the soul was still intact. My mouth was wide open as I looked around the room, eyes darting in panic. "NO!' I screamed at the top of my lungs causing RC and Zero to run to my side. "Grim, what's wrong?' asked RC. "T-they're gone...Every single one of them is…gone' I said, my voice shaking. Zero and RC now had identical shocked looks on their faces as they peered into the room filled with empty shelves that were supposed to be full of jars with souls on them.