I had this idea when I was in art drawing some random doodles, at one point I drew a girl in a hooded cloak and soon added a scythe. I then realised she resembled something like a 'Grim Reaper' and the idea of a story just came to my mind. This was done by me and my friend xGlitterEyesx, enjoy!
Summary: We all know of the grim reaper who comes for us when we are to die but infact there is no Grim Reaper. Only a masked man who has many followers who do their duties, I am one of those people. I am a Stalking Reapress. I thought that taking lives would be easy considerng i've done it all my life, but when i meet one boy whose fate runs in with mine and a man whom I once killed, things get compliacted. (Sigh) I knew I should have never taken this job... (Note: This story has infact many genre's, those include Romance, Adventure, Myserty, Some Horror, Supernatural and Fantasy. So there's quite a few, rating will change due to how much violence or romance there is.
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I stand in a room staring at the door several feet opposite me, behind me is a desk and to my right a double bed. My face lay hidden beneath a black hooded cloak that swirled around at my feet like a curtain, in my left hand I hold a scythe and as a key enters the door lock I smirk.
I lift my head so my face is visible and smile as a figure enters through the door, turning around he shuts the door. His hair is a chestnut colour and is fairly thick; he is quite tall at around six feet and has a good figure for a sixteen year old.
My smile widens, I have been assigned to the perfect human of my liking this time.
"Helloooo." I say happily.
The boy freezes and swirls around, when his eyes meet mine they widen slightly. I can't blame him, what would you do if you saw a girl in a black cloak with ruby eyes.
He blinks a few times before relaxing, this was slightly abnormal but I don't decide to question it.
"How are you? You are Harry Spencer correct?" I ask.
Harry nods.
"Good." I say spinning around on my toes like a ballerina, when I stop I am facing the window where the sun is just setting, "Good..." I whisper faintly.
After a pause he speaks, "So what are you anyway? The grim reaper?"
I turn around on my toe again so I am facing him; a smile is on my face as this is how I usually am. No doubt to him though that I seemed merry or in some way loony.
I place my feet flat on the floor and put a finger to my chin as if in deep thought, "Hmmm...." I murmur, my eyes drifting upwards, "I guess you would think that with the scythe and black cape and all."
"You're saying you're not that?"
I look back at him and my smile fades for a second and for one of the few times in my life I seem deadly serious, "No." I state in a flat tone, looking down a sly smile plays itself on my features and I suddenly whiz around slashing the scythe out, once it is done I am in a pose facing away from him slightly in a crouched position along with my weapon outstretched.
After a while a mug that has been lying on his desk falls apart in half and the juice inside it squirts all over the desk and floor, as the top half of the mug falls to the side on the desk the bottom half stood showing a clean cut above it.*
I smirk and stand up straight, turning my head I meet two shocked eyes gazing at me.
"I...." I said placing one hand over my heart and using the other to place the scythe so it rested on the ground next to me, "... am your Stalking Reaperess."
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Basically within that small paragraph she has spun around and by using her weapon sliced through the mug, then like in the movies after all the action has subsided the mug then falls apart into two parts where it has been sliced by the scythe. Sorry if it's confusing, but she's basically showing the sharpness and speed of her weapon.
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Harry frowns, "Aren't they the same thing?"
I shake my head and removing my hand from my heart remove my hood so my face was more visible, shaking my head slightly so that my black hair comes free I smile up at him and say, "No. Unlike the Grim Reaper I will not take away your life instantly. I..." I smirk as I place a hand inside my cloak and grip it around an object, "Will cause you to suffer a great deal more before finally having my way with you."
After that I bring out a large object, holding it with one hand I let the boy examine it. For some reason he isn't as scared as the usual but it wasn't a first, there have been several others who have come to accept it.
"An hourglass?" he questions.
On my palm rests a large hourglass, both the top and bottom are two circular pieces of black metal and joining the two at three different parts around the hourglass are some small pillars designed with roses and vines. The hourglass was around the length from my shoulder to my elbow and so it was quite big. The sand was currently all resting in the bottom half; each sand grain wasn't gold though.
They were blood red.
I nod and with a smile explain it to him, "This hourglass represents how much time you have left, at the moment I have yet to start it by turning it over however when I do your life span will be on a limit."
Harry leans against the door, "I see."
I am curious about him as I have been around a the others who have shown no fear at all and also sparked my interest.
"Every person's life is different." I state, "Therefore everybody's lifespan is different, when I tip this you could have decades to live.... or you could have minutes."
Harry walks forward, "May I?" he asks.
I nod and allow him to take the hourglass, however as soon as all my support leaves the object and only he is there to carry it he drops to the floor with it.
"H-Heavy." he gasps.
I nod, "Humans cannot carry something as important as a life."
He nods and leaving the hourglass on the floor between us stands up, "Right."
I sigh and bringing out my wrist check my watch, Harry's eyes widen at the contraption.
"You have a watch!?" he gasps.
I nod and look back up, "I need to know the time too you know."
"I know." he stammers, "I just... I didn't think you'd have one being what you are."
I smile, "It's late now and I have other duties to attend to, bending down I lift the hourglass with one hand, "Till we meet again I bid you farewell."
"Will we meet again?" he asks.
I nod, "Your life is in my hands and therefore it is my duty to care for you until that time, don't act surprised if we meet again."
With that said I then turn the hourglass upside down, immediately the specks of ruby sand began to fall down and into the other half of the hourglass.
"It may seem like it is moving at a rapid speed." I murmur, "But bear in mind that your life may have many years."
Harry nods, "I understand."
I put the hourglass back inside my cloak; I know he wishes to question how it can fit in there.
I don't wish to give him any time to ask the question, looking up at his face I pause – why does he seem so familiar?
"Who are you?" he murmurs, asking the question i want to say, I open my mouth to reply but he hastily adds, "I mean your name."
My mouth closes and I pause and stare into his eyes, after a long moment of silence I smile and with that disappear, to him it will appear as if I am disappearing into dust.
With one last sigh I close my eyes, as I come to a different place I feel the temperature around me change to warmer.
Reopening my eyes I find myself in my bedroom, it is a normal room with furniture along with a cat curled up on a rug. Glancing over to the bed I see a human girl lying on the bed. She appears to be around one or two years younger than me, she is curled up on the bed with her brown hair fanned across her bed.
However... there is one thing wrong with the girl.
She is dead.
Her skin is pale white and her lips are blue, walking over to her I place my hand over her's, crouching down so my face is level with her's I whisper, ""
Closing my eyes I feel a moment of movement and when I reopen my eyes I find myself lying on the bed, standing up I walk over to the mirror. My eyes are no longer red but have faded to a light blue, my black hair is now chocolate brown and I no longer have pale skin.
I am in the body of the young girl I was once watching.
The only difference now is that her skin is peachier and she no longer looks dead, smiling I place my hand over my heart.
"Young human I am sorry." I murmur, "Because of me you cannot rest in peace."
"Sam!"
I glance towards the door where on the other side some stairs are that lead downstairs, "Yes?!" I shout.
"Dinner." the same voice replies.
"Be right there!"
With one last look at my normal form I smile and rush out of my room and downstairs.
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That's all for now, this is a much shorter paragraph. More like a prologue... the future chapters will be much more longer. Oh and by the way the part where she whispers something is basically in a different language, i may change the language it's in to something else or just something made up. ^^ I'm not sure yet.