Oh dear lord…..
You get to choose who wins*
Lyra sobbed as she ran. She could hear that ravenous monster, running, closing the distance between them. She was very well aware of what it was, a hungry demon. She knew very much about them through her sister's betrothed, Ciel Phantomhive. It was hungry. She looked back only to see it's glowing read eyes and dripping bloody jaws.
In her scramble to get away she neglected to notice the crack in the pavement. She stumbled and it was on her in a millisecond. She could tell it was a rather unkempt demon. Its acrid breath hitting her face, making her cringe. It moved its jaws close to her neck, then stopped.
It growled deeply and tried to cover her. "Well now, aren't you a feisty one", said a low voice. He may have been quiet but it boomed through the darkness. Lyra looked up, a tall black suited man stood like a beacon against the moon.
He had a pruning pole in his hand, using the blade to adjust his glasses he walked forward. "Now you mongrel, I'd advise you to step away from the woman or face the consequences". It growled and barred its teeth. "So be it then", he said coldly. Lyra closed her eyes and winced at the sound of a snap.
She opened her eyes only to see the crumpled body of a demon lying next to her on the ground. He extended his hand to her, she took it, weary. "Are you here t-to save me?" "In a way. You are on the to die list, it says", he paused, pulling out a large red book and thumbed through it. "Ah, here it is. Lyra Nichole Bell, at twelve twenty-three on March second, two thousand and ten, you die from a fear induced heart failure".
"W-what?" She was frantic. "I..then…why..did you…". "It is a- I'm sorry I must get on with this". Lyra just went limp. "W-will my soul be eaten?" "No, why do you think I killed it", he wasn't rude to her.
She nodded, tears in her eyes and waited for death to come. Somewhere, far away, she felt a sting. She opened her eyes, he was walking away. "A-aren't you going to..?" He turned around, obviously shocked by something. He pulled out the book again, scanned through and he looked confused.
"According to this, I just did", he said slowly. "Then how am I still alive?" He shook his head. "Well…who are you?" "My name is William T. Spears and I am from the Grim reaper staffing association". She seemed to take it in very slowly.
He had noticed a strange change in her. She grew pale and howled in pain. She clutched her head and moaned. He walked towards her and knelt down. He didn't know what to do; this would certainly land him with even more overtime.
Her dark, golden blond hair shifted oddly. In less then a fraction of a second she was no longer there, only a small golden tabby. He picked up the writhing cat and started off to tell his superiors.
"It's your problem", said the dark figure, "You deal with it". "Yes sir", he said, holding the now sleeping cat. He carried it back to his small, comfortable, organized, and best of all, quiet, apartment.
He set the cat down and silently cursed it, this would surly get in his way, but he had orders. It slept soundly for about another five minutes, then she proceeded to freak out. "Calm yourself child", he said firmly. After another five minutes it was quiet again.
Lyra Squealed in delight as the fur retreated back to her normal tan skin. The only thing, it seemed, that wouldn't go away, where the stupid tail and the ears. William, on the other hand, sighed. "Oh wonderful", he said quietly.
As a human she was even more irritating, she went through his stuff and left an unorganized mess. She found a C.D. player and pressed play. Her eyes half closed as peaceful music flittered through the speakers, she sat down on a two person seat in front of the player and listened.
Because he liked the song he sat down next to her, she didn't seem to notice. She nodded her head in time with the music and soon fell asleep. She slumped over, leaning against him, her breathing slowed. He didn't have the heart to wake her up. He just waited a little while then gently set her down and covered her with his coat.
Lyra woke up in the morning to odd sounds. She opened her eyes and looked around. Someone was sitting next to her and it wasn't William. "Heya, I'm", he swallowed the food he was eating, "Ronald Knox. Will asked me to watch you, I'm getting paid to do nothing", he laughed.
She hissed and clawed the air. "Come on, s'not like I'm gonna try anything", he said fighting back laughter. "What are you laughing at?" She asked indignantly. "You should check a mirror", he was practically suffocating with laughter.
She rushed to the bathroom and looked, her hair! It was in a state of disarray. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't use Williams's stuff, she was scared he would yell. Or even worse, he would just stare. Ronald came in and handed her a comb he pulled from his coat pocket.
"Come on, let's go have fun. I have the day off today and I am NOT going to waste it in some stuffy apartment". Before she could reply he grabbed her hand and dragged her out the door.
Now that she really got a look at him, Lyra found herself attracted to him, he just emanated cool. He wore the standard reapers uniform, but with his own creative twists. He had the tie loosened, the coat was unbuttoned, he wore a white belt and white shoes.
He carted her to a clothing store left her standing outside then came back out. He handed her a bundle of newly bought cloths, "Put these on", he said. She went into a bathroom to change. She wanted to kill him.
It was a black, strapless mini dress with a big pink bow around the mid section. It was to late to turn down now; he had taken her other cloths from her. She sighed and put it on. She almost screamed, black high heels and a pink hair band.
She begrudgingly put it on and walked out. "Well now", he said whistling, "Don't you look hot". She blushed and covered her over exposed chest region. She followed him around; he mostly just looked for a cool club playing good music, which was non-existent at this time of day.
"L-Lyra?" William's surprised voice rang out. He looked her up and down, what in gods name was she wearing? He looked again, he saw Ronald, smiling and waving, standing next to her. That explained it. "Ronald Knox, get her covered now".
"'Kay", he said putting his coat over her shoulders. "Oh that looks pretty cool, come on Lyra", he said. "No Lyra, you're to come with me now". She nodded and shuffled to him. Ronald grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "No you're staying with me. You're not a reaper so you're not allowed".
She nodded and stayed silent. "She is as of", he made a short call, "now, Lyra come, we will get you out of those retched cloths, if you could even call them that". Ronald scowled but didn't let go of her arm. "Ronald", at the sound of Williams 'I'm starting to get really pissed' voice he let go.
"There are rules you know, you'll have to complete the Reaper test, first though you must know the rules", he said trying to break into the odd little world she was in. "What are they?" she said in monotone.
"Be clever and cool-headed, and do keep a clear determination."
"Have hypocritical courtesy and shady etiquette."
"Damaging the flesh is intolerably haughty."
"Deceiving others' intelligence is rudely insolent."
"The brothel of memories is arrogantly obstinate."
"That 'punishment is for amendment' is a mere fallacy."
"The footprints of darkness represent total solitude."
"The blade of death is proudly impudent." He finished proudly.
Lyra starred blankly, "Do I have to memorize those?" He nodded. He handed her a suit like his, only it was smaller. "Aw man the tie too?" she cried. He arched his brow, and nodded. She sighed, walked away and changed.
When she came back he had a second pruning pole. "I will test your abilities. We are going to clear the to die list", he said calmly. She followed him through the ally ways; she didn't know where they were going. "H-how do I use this?" He pointed to the handle and used his own as an example.
He motioned for her to quiet down and to move forward. There was a man, he was red-eyed and ragged. "Benjamin M. Thrupp, you are scheduled do die today in, five, four, three, two…" the man screamed and threw a chunk of concrete at Williams head. He winced but remained in control.
"Lyra?" She nodded and cut the man open. She was surprised at what happened next. It was like someone had taken and old movie reel and strung it out. "It's called a cinematic record, we use it to determine whether they should live, or die".
She saw the life of a sadistic, sociopath, a murderer and a thief; she knew he deserved to die. "Benjamin M. Thrupp, soul collected March fifth two thousand ten four thirty-one P.M. Cause of death, starvation, was a killer and a petty thief, not convicted. Age forty-seven. Collection made by senior reaper William T. Spears of the Dispatch Management Division and Lyra N. Bell, recommended Reaper of the Dispatch Management Divison.
He held his hand open, tendrils of black smoke curled around his hand and a tan file formed itself in his hand. "Completed", he said stamping the file. He balled his hand and the file went as it came. Lyra watched in wonder as he simply turned and started to walk away. "Lyra, come", he seemed to think that she was a dog, she didn't care, she felt he was showing her 'hey you are a…..person'.
She liked his neatness, his well-kempt apperance, they was he spoke. He led her to the next site. They were almost there when a high pitched voice rang out. "OOOOOOH WILL THERE YOU ARE", a long red headed Lyra didn't know what, came bounding down the street. "Grell be quiet, unless you want me to demote you again". Grell tried to tackle him, he meerly stepped out of the way.
"I don't have time to play game Grell, go-". Lyra didn't want to but she felt an odd presence, she kicked him to quiet him. She shivered at the sound of a low growl. "Well", william said, his eyes moving slowly back and fourth, "We seem to be surrounded and out numbered". They circled, red eyes glowing. Grell pulled out a chainsaw, pulled a cord and it roared to life, scattering some of them. Lyra pulled the handle on her death sythe, hitting one squarly in the chest.
Grell smiled, his sharp teeth reflecting in his chainsaw, giving him an ominus apperance. William stood, the light reflecting off of his glasses, making his eyes invisable. Lyra wasn't sure who scared her more right now. Once they really started fighting it was clear, William was terrifying.
Lyra wasn't sure what she had to do, she just covered their backs, litterally. Some demons thought they'd have more of a chance of they attacked from behind, Lyra was proud she could atleast try to repay William for what he did for her.
"WHEEEEEEEHAAAAW!" Ronald jumped into the center of a large group of demons, his reaper sythe was a lawn mower. The remaining demons scattered, Ronald congradulated himself on a job well done. Lyra giggled along with Grell. William just sighed and called for General Affairs to send someone down to clean this mess.
Lyra skipped after William, who was starting to develop a head ache. "Great, more overtime". "You go ahead", she said, "I'll be right back". He nodded and moved on. "Ooooh Ronnie", she called seductivly. He was young and naïve, or so she thought. "Hm?" "Can you do me a favor?"
"For a price", he said grinning. "You gotta give me a kiss", he smiled wider.
If you want to read the out come where William wins then only read the even numbered chapters (2,4,6 ect...) If you want to read where Ronald wins then read the odd numbered chapters (3,5,7 ect...)