The Call for the End
There once was a little boy, an unimportant boy, for he just opens this story. The boy's name is Jimmy, and he is terminally ill. The doctors said he had 3 months to live, and it had been 3 months and a week. His parents were incredibly proud, saying he had beaten all of the odds.
During the night, perhaps a little bit after 2 in the morning, this little boy suffered a mighty downfall in health. He tried to call for help, put only squeaks came out. He pressed the button for a nurse, but none came. Suddenly, everything slowed down to a halt.
His heart monitor slowed as did the sounds of crickets outside. The movement of the curtains from the wind also slowed down until everything became a freeze frame. The only sound was his breath, which was rushing like an overflown river.
He jerked his head around, taking in the oddity with a strong fear. He peered around the room, when his arm, that had nearly stopped motion from the illness, moved freely without catching or tears.
He unplugged the IV and pulled out all the cables. He got up and stood quite easily he walked about like he was never sick. He pranced around joyously, until a sudden and loud knock slammed on the door. Little Jimmy jumped out of his skin. "Hello?" he managed to whimper out.
The door burst off its hinges to show a darkly cloaked figure walking into the room. He wore a dark trench with a hood that shrouded his face. His hands were covered with black, fingerless gloves. His right hand clenched a dark staff with a black crystalline scythe head. He had black pants that extended down to his black boots. His boots clacked loudly on the tiles in the silence. The figure walked across the room until he was a few feet from the scared child. They were of about equal height. The figure tore back his hood to expose his tanned face and raven hair.
His voice thundered out, "I am Death the Kid, Reaper of Children. It is time for you, Jimmy, to come with me." A dark aura seemed to seep off his clothes and slither off his scythe. Before the child could react, the black scythe sliced up the child's sternum. At first, some blood came from the wound, and then Jimmy's soul was removed from the body and both Jimmy and the Child Reaper drifted off. They headed over the city and through to clouds till they reached purgatory. The child was dropped off and the Reaper traveled off for another dying child.
OOOOO
Another young boy, this one much more important, was walking down the road towards Slate Port city with his friends. Their names were Max, a short, intelligent smartass, Broc, a tall breeder, and May, a young Pokémon Contest contestant. The unnamed boy was Ash, a master of the art of Pokémon training, most of the time.
The group was approaching town when they heard someone screaming out for help. They ran off the path into the trees to find this unknown voice. A boy was clutching his left leg. He had a green bandana tied around a wound. His white frosted hair was leaning down the side of his head to right. His Pokémon were scattered about in trees, bushes and on the ground. They were all unconscious. "Thank you. I've been trapped out here for hours. I've heard people before and they all walked by."
"Glad to be of service," Ash said as he and May went to pick him off the ground. Ash lifted his legs, followed by wincing from the boy. May pulled his shoulders up and began to walk back to the path. The other two took his Pokeballs and returned his Pokémon. They escorted him into town and to a local hospital.
When the doors slid open, a couple walked out of the hospital and nearly bumped into Ash. "Oh, I'm sorry," The girl said.
"Is something wrong?" Ash asked. The seemed to instantly break down into tears. They stayed like that for a few minutes before regaining control.
"Sorry, but our child died last night. The nurses were out cold, so no one could come to his help when the IV slipped out, he stumbled about before his lungs ruptured. The truly odd part was that very little blood came out and there was no excess pool of blood as would be expected anywhere." The couple walked out solemnly.
The group walked in as a nurse pulled around a wheelchair. "Lucky you Brendan, a room has opened up," the nurse said. "So what did you do this time?" Brendan breathed lightly. "Don't want to talk about it right now eh?"
She wheeled him away with the group following. He got into his room and saw a small stain on the floor. "Uh, what's that?" he asked.
"A little boy died in here last night. Sorry, but the hospital in currently getting on the crowded side." She put him on the bed and left.
A while later, the doctor came in and took him away for diagnostics. He came with ghostly eyes and partially sick. "So, what's wrong with him?"
"He was assaulted by a Seviper," explained the doctor. "It tore its fangs into his leg, causing said wound. While he was initially thriving in pain, his Pokémon were knocked out by the Seviper, which then escaped. He began calling out for help for several hours before you arrived, giving the venom plenty of time to embed into his body. He will be lucky to survive the night." The last sentence seemed to echo in the silence.
The doctor left the room and Brendan was wheezing in his bed. They sat in the room with the stranger because Ash had this undying compassion for those in need, a trait of a hero. They sat with him all day and all night, deep into night. Ash had been basically thinking to himself. He couldn't help but feel bad for the poor boy.
Another topic on his mind was a girlfriend. He had a hole in his heart that hadn't been filled for a long time. He narrowed down the possibilities to being a lack of love. He wanted a girlfriend and May was a beautiful flower. May had this air about her. She was a beautiful rose on the outside and a happy go lucky daisy on the inside. She was a dream come to life for him.
OOOOO
Brendan was lying in bed, at death's door, waiting for his knocking. He knew it was the end because his insides felt like they had dried up like a grape left in the sun. He was beginning to notice that Broc's snoring was getting slower while the drool coming from Max's mouth slowed. May's breathing slowed and Ash's darting eyes slowed to a halt.
The door opened slowly to show that shadowy figure once again. He didn't where the hood and showed his face. It was twisted in anger. "Same room, two days in a row." He said lowly.
"Ha, that's a good one Ash." Brendan said calmly.
"You think this is some kind of joke?" he yelled as he stabbed the scythe into a wall. A circle about 4 feet in diameter turned black and rotted away. "I don't know who this Ash is, but you are going to die now. I am Death the kid, Reaper of Children."
"Oh no, wait, if you're not Ash, then who's that?" Brendan said, pointing perfectly at Ash. He saw this miraculous movement and instantly jumped up, seeing his perfectly normal physique. The Reaper looked at him and his eyes grew like dinner plates. He pointed his scythe at Ash and prepared to fire a laser until he saw May. Her beauty, she was definitely a trophy girl fit for Death's son. He fired the laser at the two, bringing them into this Land Without Time. They at first jumped up, then screamed. May looked at death's son, then Ash.
"Well look at this, little mortal twin Ash. Never thought I'd get to meet you until we were much older."
"What do you mean twin?" Ash asked. "I'm an only child."
"That's what you think. You see, our mother was once on death's door. However, seeing her beauty and resilience, Death gave her a second chance in trade for children. So Death and our mother conceived us. She returned to earth pregnant, but alive. Twins were birthed, one was mortal, the other a god. Because I was immortal, I returned to my father's side in the Underworld, taking up the children part of reaping."
"That means, my father is-, "Ash started.
"Death, yes." The Reaper interrupted. "Daddy dearest is Death, and I've come for your friend, and I'm also going to take that girl of yours."
"Nooooo! You can't take her from me now!" Ash yelled out.
"What are you going to do? Kill her to keep her away? I…am…Death bitch!" a bright flash erupted and only Brendan's corpse remained. Ash shook Max and Broc to wake them.
"What's wrong? Where's May?" Max asked.
"Death's son has killed Brendan and kidnapped May!" Ash said with urgency. Max and Broc dismissed this and went back to sleep. "I guess it's time to take this into my own hands." Ash said to himself.