A Reaper's Secret
The wind whipped through the fields of Michigan as a quiet thunder rolled itself along the land. Upon a hill was a woman with short blond curls who hummed a song to herself as she picked daisies and placed them in a woven basket. These were the things Leslie Amberwood observed about the woman from afar. Her eyes narrowed as rain began to drench her long raven black hair. She watched as lightening struck down from the sky and pierced the young lady's body like an arrow through a bucks hide. Leslie bent her legs and pushed off in a giant leap, landing gracefully next to the woman's thrashing body.
Slowly, Leslie reached behind her and steadily pulled out a gleaming katana. With a swift movement, she stabbed the woman in the chest. In an instant, her cinematic records burst from her wound. Leslie had no interest in watching what this lady's life was like, so she just tapped her foot on the ground and watched the sky.
Glancing back at the young woman, Leslie's brow furrowed. "Such a shame. She was such a pretty little thing... oh well, she's dead now and my job is done." She said stamping the words completed onto the now deceased's profile. "Time to go home!" She sighed as she lifted a pale and slender hand, snapping her fingers. At the sound of the snap, a portal appeared before her. Giving her midnight-colored hair a flip, she leapt through the portal.
At hq
White walls were the color she saw as she arrived at hq. Leslie shivered as a cold water droplet caressed her spine. 'Stupid human world and their stupid cold rain.' She thought bitterly.
"Leslie!" A voice called. Leslie looked up to see a boy no older than herself rushing up to her. His strawberry blond curls bounced as he ran. As he neared her, he leapt into the air, arms opened for an embrace. "LESLIE~" he shouted, his hands aimed directly for her breasts. Leslie sighed and shook her head, stepping aside and letting the boy fall flat on his face.
With an aggravated look on her face, Leslie spoke gruffly. "Ryan, you really must stop trying to grope me, lest I slice your manhood off." Her British accent showing annoyance. The boy popped up and batted his rather long eyelashes at her.
"Oh my darling Sparrow~ the sound of your lovely voice is more than enough to make me melt." He clasped his hands together and stared at her lovingly with his bright yellow-green eyes. Leslie pushed up her glasses and looked back at Ryan.
"Well, if your done being a pervert, would you like to accompany me to see Mr. Fletcher?" She asked. "I just finished collecting a soul." Ryan flashed Leslie his signature smile and chuckled.
" That's why I was coming to get you. He wants to talk to you. Something about trouble." Leslie stiffened and gulped, then walked off. 'Trouble? What did I do? What could Fletcher want? I must find out... I can't have my reputation as a good Reaper turn bad'.
At Fletcher's Office
Leslie had been pacing outside the white door which held behind it, her fate. Leslie gulped and played with her fingers. Finally, she stomped her foot and sighed.
'Alright Amberwood, you'll be okay.' She mentally reassured herself and turned towards Fletcher's door. With a shaky hand, she gripped the knob and twisted it. Inside, Fletcher was at his desk going over reports. He looked up from his papers then set them down when he saw Leslie walk in.
"Ah, Ms. Amberwood. I've been expecting you." He prompted, motioning towards a chair. " Please, sit." Leslie swallowed hard and wiped her sweaty palms on her black pants as she sat down.
"I've been meaning to make you aware of something, Ms. Amberwood." Fletcher said standing up and walking towards a window.
Leslie somehow managed to keep her cool. "And that would be what exactly?" She asked, playing with her fingers. Fletcher turned around and sat back down at his desk, not saying a word. He sighed and scratched his white beard.
"You're being transferred." He finally says. "To the English department."
"What?!" Leslie shot out of her chair and slammed her hands on the desk. "Transferred?!"