No Way Out
December 31, 2008
Grimmaldia Repistiana. Most don't know of her. although most aren't aware of the afairs of the spirit world, either. She was expected back at the temple two days ago, but she had run. Run far away, to this place, Traverse Town, supposedly it's easy to get lost here. but she saw dark hooded figures in the crowd. Grim quickened her pace and pushed her way through, the agents of Brother Feng had come to fetch her back, all right. And this time, there was no way out. She turned around, and the crowd thinned enough for her to see that she was trapped. there were four robed and hooded figures in tattered brown garbs sutrrounding her.
"You have been summoned back. Why do you not return?" One growled from under his hood.
Grim answered him with a timid whimper. the man in the robe stepped slowly up to her and grabbed her by the wrist.
"You will be dealt with most harshly, young reaper." he assured her, girm squirmed and called out for help. there was no way she could go back.
"If She doesn't want to go, you can't make her go!" A man said behind them. Enol summoned his gun blade and Emy stepped next to Enol with her Cane out. "I suggest you leave her be." Emy said with her eyes turning white while she was brewing up a storm.
the hooded man turned and faced the two while Grimm was still trying to escape. "Do not vex me, children. You have no idea what you toy with." the hooded man raised a hand parellel to the ground, and his cohorts did the same. in a matter of seconds they had summoned forth a skeleton army. the old bones charged at Enol and Emy, their sharp fingers like claws after so many years of disuse.
Enol and Emy looked at eachother than went their sepreate ways fighting each one off one by one. Enol Kept fighting the skelingtons when Emy charged right to the hooded man and impailed one of her spikes into his back, trying to make the man free Grimm.
The man fell to his knees, letting go of Grimm to catch himself. He touched a hand to his back, then looked at all the blood on his hands.
"heh...hehe...hehehehhhhh...You do not understand, do you? I die, and a thousand more will come in my place. The Reaper will return...one way, or another..." The hooded man dropped to the ground with a whirlwid of dust and a final breath of air from his lungs. The others had long dissappeared as the last of the skeletons were defeated.
grim picked herself up, eyes wide and panting heavily. she tried her best to hide her fear and went to pick up a long L-shaped package she had dropped wrapped in filthy, torn, grey cloth.
"Are you okay?" Emy worried. Enol came running over while putting his Gun blade away. Enol stood by Grimm's side just incase. "Do you need anything?" He asked.
"You two are...very noble." Grimm Replied, staring down at the package in her arms. "My name is Grimma-...Grimm." she introduced herself. her long white hair flowed freely in the wind and her overused cloak treatened to slip off of her bony frame.
"Just Grimm. Thank you for your rescue. I..I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten you involved." Grimm leaned up against a wall clutching the package closer to her chest.
"No! It's okay!" Emy said. "I'm Emy and this is Enol." Emy said. "We're happy to help." Enol replied.
Grimm still wouldn't look them in the eyes, still c oncerned with her package in her arms. "No...you don't understand...Those people are Spirit Guild Emicaries. They have scouts everywhere, eyes and ears in the very grond sometimes. and I ran away. They know you guys are helping me now, that's why I was apologising." Grimm started to tear up, knowing that therecould be no way out for her. She looked up at the sky in the second district of Traverse Town, then back down. "I understand if you want to leave now." she looked back down at that same package in her arms.
Enol was suspicious about the package she was carring. "OH! NO NEED TO CRY!" Emy said. "What did those Spirit Guild Emicaries-peoples do to you?" Emy was worried even more.
Grimm looked up at Emy, eyes wide in surprise, and smiled very slightly. "it's not what the Spirit Guild did to me. You would not believe me if I told you." She looked down.
Brother Feng would hear about this, and he'd be angry. he would use every resourse t is disposal to get back The Grim Reaper.
"Trust me, i belive alot of things, you can tell me!" Emy said with a soft smile. Enol didnt say a word, for all he did was watch.
"Okay, but not here." Grimm had finally stopped crying, although her china doll face was stained with tears and filth.
"would you like to be My guests for dinner? I'll pay." She sounded sad while she said this, but at least she was starting to become less scared.
"Are you sure Grimm?" Enol asked. They never had someone invite them to dinner before. "I will be glad to come with you!" Emy said.
Grimm smiled, but still looked down. "I'm sure. My old job paid me well. I know of a place nearby." Grimm led them to a small chinese returaunt, set up very nicely, but thee place was nearly empty svae for one person eating soup in the back. The hostess smiled, and showed them to their seats.
"hmm..." Grimm eyed the hostess suspiciously. There was something familliar about her.
"Wow." Enol said while he was looking around.
Emy noticed that both enol and her were both filthy with dirt from escaping from agrabah and fighting those skelingtons. She was worried. She walked up to Grimm and whispered in her ear. "Hey Grimm, do you think we should have washed up before we came here?"
Grimm took a second and shook her head as if she was trying to shake a spiderweb out of it. "no...No we're fine." then she leaned in towards them, her voice now barely above a whisper, and asked them, "Will you stay calm if I tell you this?"
Emy and Enol nodded. "What is it?" Enol asked. "I'll stay cool." Emy asured.
Grimm looked down at the package in her lap and carefully placed it on the table, looking back to the old man eating soup in the back of the room as well. She carefully unwrapped a part of the worn fabric as she began to speak.
"Have you ever seen anyone die? maybe a friend, or an enemy? maybe a loved one long gone? well.. if that's the case, I'm sorry. I appologize because..." Grimm finally unwrapped the blade of a scythe that looked like the hilt was made from bones and the blade was black as night.
"I am the grim reaper."
Unknown to her, the hostess of the resturaunt scrutinised her from the podim in the lobby, eyes narrowed in disapproval. She touched a tatoo hidden under the collar of her shirt, and started to speak to someone far away.
Emy looked at the hostess, then back at Grimm. "I believe you. But i haven't seen anyone die before."
"I have seen people die before. People dieying from heat stroke in agrabah." Enol said. "You're not gonna take our lives are you?" Enol worried.
Grimm shook her head and smiled somberly. "no...you see...I'm not the only Grim Reaper. only the newest. There have been thousands of Grim Reapers throughout hisory, and they all worked for the Spirit Guild." She quickly worked to re-wrap her scythe.
"This scythe, The Reaper, was made from a femur bone of the original Grim Reaper, so it chooses the grim reapers when onegets close to death, and..." Grimm started to tear up. "it is the new Grim Reaper's job to shepard the old one to the afterlife."
When Grimm had finished wrapping The Reaper, she started to cry. "I left. I couldn't stand all the death. I wanted to leave this thing behind, but it's bound to me. I can't get rid of it!" The hostess came back to their table, smiling.
"Miss, there is a phone call for you at the front." She told Grimm grinning broadly.
The elderly man eating soup at the back had dissappeared, and there were several people at the front, although they looked like just a bunch of dark figures from behind the frosted glass windows of the resturaunt.
"You're gonna be okay Grimm. You can do this." Emy said, trying to calm her down.
Enol looked over at the window. "Uh, guys..." Enol started to say eyeing the figures.
Grimm stopped crying slowly as she noticed them too.
she eyed the hostess suspiciously.
"I'll go with you, but my friends come with me."
The hostess frowned and norrowed her eyes, then she yelled something in a foreign language. in a flash, the group on the other side was in the room, more robed figures, more Spirit Guild Members.
"What's happening? Do we have to fight again?" Emy pondered.
Enol narrowed his eyes.
Grimm looked unbelievingly at Emy. then she shook her head and held The Reaper close to her.
"you must return with us. the choice is no longer. You must return. Or we can simply torture your friends until you decide to return willingly. That is your choice now." one of the robed figures said.
Enol stood up. "What do you want from her? Why are you bothering her?" He glared at them.
"mind your own business, you foolish child. You have no say in Spirit Guild matters." The robed figure growled, and then started to chant a strange mantra which summoned forth a leigion of zombies from the floor beneath them.
Enol stopped after relizing what he did. "Hehe...oops. " He quickly got out his gunblade. Emy stood up ang summoned her cane and she sighted. "Here we go again."
Grimm stepped in front of them, The Reaper unwrapped and in her hand.
"Let me take care of them, you tslay the undead ones." She anounced boldly.
"Fine." Enol said. "We'll back you up when you need us." He said with a smeirk.
Emy looked around then kicked one of the zombies in the knee.
Grimm unwrapped The Reaper with a flourish and brandished the tip at the Spirit Guild Leader.
"You have no business here. I am free now. Leave me or perish." Grimm growled with authority in her voice.
"The spirtit guild leader laughed, then gagged and spit out blood as the reaper sliced through his neck, but didn't pierce the , he dropped to the floor and twitched uncontrollably untill he finally died of a heart attack.
"Who wants to be next!" Grimm called. The crowd summoned skeletons and zombies and sent them forth.
'Im glad that she's on our side!' Enol thought to himself.
Emy took the nearest knives, sliverwear, fourtane cookies she could find and threw them at the army of the dead, or undead, or, whatever. You know what im talking about.