School holidays is ending soon, thus making it a bad time for me to start this. Therefore, with two chapters being put in today, is a bit of a one-off occasion, hopefully I'll be able to put one in tomorrow and the day after, but no promises as they seem to be getting longer. Once again, I take no copy right for the picture or anything that comes from the books, or the movie. Constructive criticism and reviews are adored.
Who's Death?
The meadow was peaceful, birds happily chirped their song, daises happily covered the scent of a decomposing body, and animals played in the sunlight, unaware of the child laying in the meadow. Unaware of the cruelty that just happened. Blue dust swirled up from Deaths fingertips, shaping into an oval, forming a portal. She had already harvested the child's soul from her physical body, using her scythe of which she also made out of her soul dust. At least that's she calls the blue mist.
"Who are you!?" The child screamed in terror, emerald eyes full of disgust, red hair flinging around as she moved.
"Hello, I'm Grimm, I'm your guide today, well….sort of," uncertainty filling Grimm's eyes, she could tell this child would be difficult.
"What do you mean guide!? I'm not going anywhere! I need to tell the police what just happened!" A scowl becoming the most prominent feature on her face, her lace black slippers walking away from Grimm…..walking towards something she shouldn't really see. It was bad choice to play in a meadow alone, especially far away from home.
"Ummm….You don't want to go that way." Grimm spoke, walking towards her.
"Why not!? AAAHHH!"
"I told you, you didn't." Sympathy hidden beneath her eyes, after all, one's own dead body, isn't exactly fun to look at. Ripped hair covered the ground beneath the body. Cuts and bruises covered the once glowing white skin. It was clear from the gashes a knife had been used, what killed the girl was one specific wound, the one piercing through her heart.
"So…they did. Or is this some sick joke!" Tiny hands curled into fists, rage filled her soul.
"I'm afraid they did my dear." Grimm, offered her a hand, a soft tear caressing down her cheek.
"Why are you crying! I'm the one that should be crying!" Tears started falling down the child's face like a waterfall into a lake. "Wait a second…How are you my guide?...I thought Angels would be my guide?"
"Ummm…I'm Grimm Reaper…the uh…..spirit of death." Delicate fingers twirling around Grimm locks out of nervousness, she knew what would happen next, it always happens.
"You! You! You killed me! You decided I'd die now!" Rage filling the child to the bream, an accusing finger pointed at Grimm.
"I, I don't pick when people die though, Mother Nature does that. I just follow what the hourglasses tell me." Trying to explain that to a 10 year old isn't easy, but at least she wasn't lying.
"No! You're Lying! And isn't death supposed to be a male skeleton!?" Well, that was expected.
"Well, the one before me was…"
"What!?"
"It's hard to explain.…..and time's running out."
"What do you mean time's running out?" Okay good, at least she isn't playing accusation anymore and Grimm can do her job.
"Well, different souls can only spend a certain amount of time in the living realm, humans can only last an hour and a half. Meaning you only have 15 minutes left or your existence will perish, thus, no heaven for you." Which also means the time you could've spent saying good-bye to your family, you spent arguing with me, Grimm thought.
"Umm…okay….uh…..How do I get to heaven?" Guilt evident in the girl's eyes, miserable small steps to Grimm were the only other movement the child was making, expect the water, leaking from her eyes.
"That's where I come in. You see the blue mist, over there?" The child nodded, too depressed to do anything else. "That's the portal to heaven." With that the child walked over to it, gazing at the oval as big as her. "Look, think of death as eternal slumber and heaven as all of your dreams. Nightmares, only exist in hell. Here take my hand." Soft hands grasped Grimm's, as they walked into the portal, however, Grimm didn't go through the portal, she couldn't. Death doesn't exist in heaven.
Pitch's Lair underneath Venice
"So, Grimmy, how many people did you scare today?" Pitch mocked Grimm, his golden eyes gleaming with pleasure, fear, how he adores it. Grey bony fingers clasped together like a mad scientist awaiting the result to his new experiment. Pitch was the lankiest out of all the spirits. After all, he is the one whom gives people nightmares and is the ruler of the darkness.
"Two thousand and seventy seven, the minions took over the rest." Grimm replied, by minions she means the selected people from hell, whom can pay of their debt, by working for Grimm, something the man in moon organises. These are the ones, whom almost went to heaven. Her workers take on the form of a demon once chosen; otherwise, you wouldn't be able to tell. Unlike Tooth, Grimm doesn't have to say her orders out loud, only telepathically.
Grimm walked past her old friend, and went to the centre of his lair, were black cages adorned the ceilings from five hundred years ago, when he tried to kill all of the guardians. Even though according to the rules of death, made by the man in moon, spirits can only die temporarily, expect for the ones he decides aren't doing their job well, like the spirit of death before Grimm. The skeletal one everyone still believes in.
If children stepped into Pitch's lair, they'd probably fall of, it's built at an angle with only darkness below it. The smell of rotting corpses fills this place, but that's only to scare people away. To the side a grey and black world glob rests, only a few hundred lights alit. "Remember though Pitch, no matter how many people are scared of me, they won't contribute, to your belief, only the people whom believe in the bogeyman count. Fear, doesn't contribute to how many people believe in you, no matter how much it's associated with you."
"I know." He replied, smirking. "One day I'll bring back the dark ages, and get my revenge."
"As you've told me, since I meet you, even though they can't permanently die."
"I know as you've told me." Don't you love it when friends bicker between each other?
North's Workshop
The moon is long since gone, and the guardians are still all together. Elves serving them hot chocolate, those whom want it. They were in a different room now, one that smelt of burnt wood and hot chocolate. Red velvet lounges, decorated by gold linings, resting upon a crimson carpet, are in the middle of the room, opposite a black stone fireplace. Bookcases filled with all kinds of books adjourned three of the walls, the fireplace and door taking up the other one. "Canine, America, New York, 94 West 9th Street, Room 101," Tooth chirped orders to her fairies, as she liked to call the miniature hummingbirds.
"Ho, How can we bright the light back into Death's life?" Bunnymund spoke what they all were thinking, stuttering in confusion.
"I von't know," answered North, confusion evident throughout all of his body movement, his thick brows furrowed in concentration. All of them suddenly dropped in posture again.
Sandy lit up, up, excitement caressing his features. He run to North's red velvet lounge and tapped on North's broad shoulder, which is covered by a long sleeved, red shirt. "Vat iz it old friend, you have an idea?" Sandy gleamed as well as nodded, like a small child that had just been told they could help themselves to candy. With all of the guardians staring at him, he conjured a picture of all five of them, an arrow, followed by a skeleton, then a question mark and finally a light bulb, above his head.
"Sooo, you want us to visit death and then you think we'll find out….how to light up his world," answered Jack Frost uncertainly. Sandy nodded, giving him the thumbs up as well as a smile. "What does Death look like? How do we know where he is?"
"Death's a skeleton, Jack, with a cloak and scythe, last time we heard. As for how to find him, we can't use Sandy's dream dust, because he doesn't sleep." Tooth replied.
North suddenly stood up, "Vhy don't ve check his house using ze snow glob?"
