The Boy With Lemon Colored Hair

by parttimewriter123

Death carries out his never-ending job, taking souls, looking at the different colors. But when a young soul with a big life ahead finds it's way into his grasp, he decides to break the rules. What will happen to the soul who was meant to die? Will it's life still hold the great adventures it held before?

1. Prologue

A/N: Hello fine readers! Here is only the prologue to the whole story, the first actual chapter will be up by the weekend or even sooner (I haven't decided) ;) Just want to say I don't own any of the characters!

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Prologue

A Never Ending Job

You may already know of me and the dutiful yet gruesome job I have. Some welcome me while others do not, but I arrive all the same. The colors are a never-ending nightmare. I am haunted all the time by those I have seen, those I have taken. Pour souls. However, a job is a job, and I do not have intentions of quitting. After all, who would be fit to take my place?

I have been around for many years. The dinosaurs unknowingly feared me, the cave men were confused by me, and I by them, and the modern day man has, as I have mentioned before, welcomed me with open arms. These days I am much busier than I was back then, what with the wars that have taken place. War; thinking about it enlightens me. Yes I have to admit I do get excited on such a topic, but only for the colors. Nothing else. Not the millions of humans that I get to see each day, not the fact that one side may have more of an advantage than the other; just the colors.

There was a particular day that I distinctly remember, close to 300 A.D. where a young boy encountered me. Now, there are not many times where someone finds me, but this time was special for another reason.

He could see me.

He talked to me, and only to me.

***The boy's conversation***

"Hello, are you here for me?"

I slowly nodded my head.

"Can you wait one second, I want to say goodbye."

There have been times where I am found by the very souls I am ordered to take, but there has never been a time where they talked to me. The poor boy was ready for me, after he said goodbye first, and I made sure to be careful with him; he was a fragile one. This tore at the whole where I believe my heart once beat. It was a horrible experience to take a soul so young.

Come to think of it, that boy reminds me of another I encountered.

This boy was older than the other.

This boy was recognized as talented.

This boy willingly welcomed me.

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A/N: I hope you all will like what's to come! Please feel free to leave a review or anything to tell me if it's good or if I should consider making changes or whatever! Or if you just wanna say hi that too :)

And if you are interested in Peter Pan...feel free to check out my other story called Forgotten Memories :D