Scarlet Death

by SilverMoonrise

Let's suppose there's a girl called Scarlet. Let's suppose she's on a mission. Let's suppose that mission is madness. But, hey, where's the fun in a non-thrilling adventure? Let's suppose she falls in love along the way. She might not. Read to find out! Disclaimer: Terry Pratchet owns the Discworld novels. I only own Scarlet. Review, please!

1. Introduction

Hey there, fandom of the Discworld. I've decided to post a Discworld fanfiction. Yes, yes, Piper, after all those complaints from you, I gave in. I hope you guys like it :D

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Introduction

My name: Scarlet.

Profession: Death Hunter.

Origin: Far beyond the Rim. I think.

Goal: Lean the tricks of the Death trade. Destroy Death.

I don't know why, but I just got here. I woke up with no recollection of who, or where I was. Only an urge to find and destroy the Death of the Discworld. It's been ten years. I named myself Scarlet, after the colour of my blood. I still don't know why I need to destroy Death. I still haven't so much as noticed anything that could resemble him, though I've watched people die. Nothing happens until I leave, when people claim to have seen a skeleton. I've travelled all over the Discworld, hiding in the shadows. Food and clothing wasn't a problem. It still isn't. Nobody notices a dark girl with raven hair lurking in the shadows. I'm currently residing in Ankh-Morpork.

There's a new band. They call themselves 'The Band with Rocks In'. People say the music changes you. They'd played one concert and suddenly everyone was walking around with black sequins and leather. They called it 'Music with Rocks In'.

Then there was a girl. A girl with a scythe. In a black robe. But she disappeared when you tried to look straight at her. After a few days of listening in on the local gossip, I made my way to Ankh-Morpork.

Then I met Susan. She wasn't your typical human, I guess that's why she noticed me.

Then my life took a turn for the worst when I passed out after a beggar walked past me.