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 you want me to believe that they died quite a bit before they were supposed to, and not where they were to die? Do you honestly think I'm going to believe that?" Rube asked, pissed off that the souls hadn't been taken before the time of death.
"Yes! Ask Daisy! She was there, she read the postet, something was wrong! A Graveling attacked the woman; it showed itself to her! She was in complete control of the car until it jumped on her windshield, then it turned on its own! I'm telling the truth Rube!" George whined.
"It's true. We were waiting there for our targets and then the guy was hit. While Georgia here was gone, the one I was waiting for fell from the window—twenty minutes before he was supposed to. Also, he was supposed to die in front of a restaurant, instead, he landed in front of an ice-cream parlor. Rube, something is just not right," Daisy said and shook her head.
"Yeah, Rube, same thing happened to me," Mason slid in next to Daisy, "two of my guys died with in ten minutes of each other on opposite streets. They were supposed to die on the same street, but three hours apart. The other one, I found out, had died before you even gave me the postet. I went to the morgue and took his— don't worry. I've seen Gravelings all over the place too. It's really weird, man," Mason took a piece of toast from George's plate.
"Here's Roxy, at least she won't tell me some nonsense excuse for not being there to take your souls!"
"Rube, did you write down the wrong times? And the wrong names? Cause I waited for my guy to show up, and instead someone else with out the same name died. I had to take her soul in place of his. Then, I was forty minutes late from waiting around for another Reaper to take the girl's soul. When I got to the next place, the guy's head was only then being severed. Are you losing your touch?" The black woman asked and pulled up a chair.
"I am not!" Rube said in his defense.
"So tell us about your souls, oh high and mighty," Roxy snapped. Rube fell quiet.
"Alright. Mine were messed up as well. But I copied the names and times right from the sheets they gave me! I'm telling you, I did NOT write the wrong things down. I even double checked the sheet!" The group sat there, shaking their heads, not knowing what to do.
It was late, after one in the morning. Kiffany was the only other one out in the restaurant part. Then the bell signaling someone else's entrance sounded. None of them bothered to turn. Except for Mason. And then he shouted.
"Bloody hell! It's the girl I tried to drug in the bar!" Everyone turned to see a woman, maybe in her very early twenties, walking towards them. Mason looked terrified. The woman he had met had looked so nice and playful, and now, she looked so… stoic. She walked to their table and crossed her arms.
"Please, you have to forgive this young man. He has no br—" Rube started to say, but she cut him off.
"Next time, you should make sure the girl you're trying to drug is still alive." She said and scowled. Kiffany, who had learned since the group had started to come in, just turned and walked back to the kitchen to make a new pot of coffee.
"I—what? You're not a reaper though! I was sure of it!"
"Reapers are not the only supernatural beings in this world. I suppose you were too stoned when they gave you that lesson, weren't you?" The woman said. She was a magnificent sight to the other beings, for some odd reason. By normal standards, she was barely someone who could compete with Daisy on looks. She had long, platinum blonde hair, tan skin, and dichromatic eyes. But her aura was amazing. All of the Reapers could just feel the energy radiating off of her.
"There are lessons?" George asked, breaking the silence.
"No. There are minor things that you have to know about the afterlife world. During Mason's time, when he became a Reaper I mean, there was a bit of a crisis. Certain beings went on strike, refusing to protect the human race. It's not the same thing that's happening now though, is it?" Rube asked. The woman shook her head.
"Not the same thing, no. What happened were drugs. Mass amounts of humans, like this Reaper, started taking them and over dosing. Guardian Angels refused to protect the humans because of their own bodily harm. They were eventually forced to work because too many humans were going to hell," she responded.
"So Miss, may we have the pleasure of your name?" Rube asked, very nicely.
"Trinity, Trinity Orestes."
"And what is your status?"
"I'm an Angel, and your new body guard."
t.b.p. so any of you who read my stories know at least one thing... I update alot for a little while, and then I stop for a long time. I'm not sure it this is one of those yet! Anyhow, review for me please!