The Reapers' Bodyguard
Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Like Me and/or any characters. I do own my own character, Trinity.
Summary: Death is getting out of hand. The gravelings are no longer just having fun while playing Fate. They've started to wage all out war on humanity. What would cause the dark little creatures to act more violent than ever? Could another War be breaking out in the Devine?
"So what to we have today?" Daisy asked, smiling, and folding her hands in front of her.
"A hangover that's what," Mason groaned and rest his head against the booth side.
"You said you weren't drinking," Rube said lowly. Mason shook his head.
"Well, you see, I was at this club, and there was this really pretty girl. So I bought here a drink. And you can't buy a drink with out buying one for yourself. They might think you laced it or something… okay, well, maybe I did, and it didn't work. I don't know why it didn't work, but I tried a couple of times, and each time I had to have a drink too, so—"
"Morning," George slid into the booth next to Mason.
"Well, aren't you looking bright eyed and busy tailed this morning! Are you hung over too?" The blonde asked sarcastically. George couldn't even muster up the energy to glare. "Nope, just tired. You would have had some stupid excuse like our British friend just did."
"I resent that!" The hung over guy said monotonously.
"Do you even know what that word means?" George asked in an equally dull voice.
"Of course I do! I means. . . something like. . . well, I know what it means. Do you? I can't be telling you everything, George."
"Alright, down to business you guys," Rube interrupted and started handing over the postet notes.
"Well, I have mine, can I go now? I have a date," Daisy said and started to get up. Rube grabbed her and made her sit again.
"No, hold on. You have more. It seems a lot of people are dying today. And not together," each ended up getting three, Rube kept seven. Four for him, three for Roxy. "Okay, now you can go."
"Wow, that's a lot of people," the youngest reaper commented and nodded.
"It's too early for this," Mason moaned.
"It's eleven thirty in the morning."
"It's practically dawn for me!"
"Get moving Mason," Rube said as they all stood. The Brit boy muttered something, something very incoherent, and reluctantly stood. "Lot's of people needing to get to the afterlife today, so hurry it up."
"Looks like we're around the same area," George said and put her yellow slip back into her pocket. Daisy nodded and looked around.
"So it would seem," she sighed, "and I have to wait about twenty minutes. How about you?"
"About fifteen. Oh look—that's my guy," an electrical worker with the name Z. Taylor, the same on her slip, walked by. He walked to the other end of the street, the exact opposite side from where he was supposed to die, and stood on the sidewalk. He waited for the crosswalk sign to change for him to walk. But he never got the chance.
A car came flying around the corner and turned. The turn was incredibly sharp—it turned completely ninety degrees. To hit the worker. Daisy and George were in shock. "Daisy, look at this and tell me what time this says."
"Twelve thirty."
"And what time is it now?"
"Twelve fourteen."
"And where was he supposed to die?"
"On Freemont."
"And what street is he on?"
"Johnson."
"So Rube can not be angry with me," George said and shrugged. "I guess I need to take his soul before I can't get to the body. Be right back." She walked quickly down the block and pushed through the crowd of people. The Z. Taylor was a bloody mess. She reached down and quickly pulled his soul from the body. She walked out of the group again, and found his soul waiting for her.
"I'm dead, huh. I thought I was going to be electrocuted, not even ten minutes ago, and I got out just in time. And then I was hit by the car. Is the driver dead?" He asked, completely unphased by the whole event. George looked. The driver was dead. She pulled out her other two slips. B. Barker and K. Biedka. She walked to the car and looked in. There was a coat next on the passanger seat, and an ID card sitting on the coat. K. Beidka. She wasn't supposed to die for another four hours, and across town. What the hell was going on? George walked to the other side of the care and took the soul of the driver. When she turned back to Taylor, the woman was standing with him.
"You hit me!"
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! This… this THING! It just jumped onto my windshield! And then my car turned! It's a one way street! I wasn't even planning on making on!" The woman was practically in tears.
"What did this thing look like?" George asked.
"I—I don't know. It was black and gray… it looked like a monster. I must have been seeing things…"
The Gravelings hadn't just caused an accident; they full out murdered the two humans.
t.b.p so what did you think? I had this idea for the past couple of weeks, but I was bored today, so I decied to write it. I have NOT seen the entire series, I only watch it while it's on Sci-fi, so sorry any inaccuracies that there might be. Please though, tell me your thoughts, suggestions, critizism... watch for the next one!