A man in a black hood ran across rooftops,the bright city lights showing him the path. Police sirens could be heard below,for tonight a thief had robbed a store. No,not for jewelry but for food. The mans footsteps pounded on the roofs,he kept running even though his legs felt like they were on fire. A large,clean scythe was on his back. He jumped down from the roof he was on down to a window sill,and repeated this until he was on the ground.
The man,a 17 year old boy,walked down a alley way to a abandoned house. Sure,the place was trashed,but it was his and the rest of his crazy family's home. He walked in,seeing three little girls playing with dolls on the floor. They were all named Lucie,who knows why. Little Lucie,who was the oldest,was seven. While Lovely Lucie,the second,was six. Deadly Lucie was only five. The boy walked over to a make-shift table and puts down what's in his arms; a bag of apples and some bread. A woman no older then twenty came into the room and watched to boy.
"Is...is this all you could get,Stephen...?" She asks,looking at the boy. He had taken off of his hood,so now he was truly showing. His skin was rather pale,and his hair was pitch black. His hair was long enough to cover his right eye.
"Yeah..the cops showed up before I could grab anymore...I'm sure Luke will have better luck. How's Rose and the Lucie's?" Stephen pointed at the three girls playing with dolls.
"Lucie's are fine,Rose is messing around with her hunting knife again...she wants to kill again." The woman sighed,for the family withheld a secret. All of them were killers. Stephen was called Grimm Reaper,Luke was called Time Keeper,Rose was called The Bleeding Rose and the three Lucie's were referred to as Little,Lovely and Deadly Lucie. The woman,who's name is Charlotte,is called Death's Bride.
"I smell FOOD!" A sixteen year old girl with bright red hair ran from her room in the house into the main room,where everyone was at.
"We smell it to!" The Lucie's called from their play area,they dropped the dolls and looked around. Suddenly,a window flew open and a boy with bright blonde boy around fifteen peeked his head in,holding a bag of take-out.
"Honey I'm home~!" He yelled,jumping into the room. Stephen walked over to the window and shut it closed,tightly.
"Where'd you get the money for this Luke...?" Rose looked in the bag,smiling up until she saw a bit of blood in Luke's hair.
"It's a funny story really,see I saw this thief running down the road holding a bag of cash..." Luke rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Charlotte grabbed his blade,which like Stephen's had been on his back,and looked it over. It was bloody.
"For once,can you just not...do your job?" Charlotte glared at him coldly.
"Whatever,lets eat!" The sister's yelled,quickly grabbing what ever food they could.