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Thank you for guessing who the baby was and you were right the child is Grell.
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Ch.2 Mourning and a Letter
The Present….
William T. Spears emerged from his office a clipboard in hand. The reaper moved his attention to three reapers standing in a straight line.
"Does everyone know have their assignments for today?" The reapers nodded. Today was the day a boat load of new recruits were coming into their headquarters. These reapers were hand-chosen by William to be their instructors and tour guides.
They were shorthanded, so each reaper would be handling a large group of recruits. This would be a challenge, since all of the recruits were undisciplined, rowdy teens.
The three reapers, who were chosen for the task were Eric Slingby, Alan Humphreys, and Ronald Knox.
William looked from his employees to the clock." To your stations they will be here any moment."
They saluted him and rushed to their selected post, all expect for Ronald who couldn't help but notice someone was missing from their group.
He approached William, who was checking his schedule." Sir, I thought Grell was an instructor too?" He took one glance at Ronald, then pulled out the clipboard seeing the red reaper's name.
"He is, but I gave him the day off from this assignment. The last thing he needs right now is to be surrounded by a group of unmanageable children in his condition."
Grell's Room….
The red reaper lay limp on his satin sheets. the room was dark, the only light to be seen was through the small blinders near his windows. A tissue box sat tilted on the head of his pillow, his floor a landfill of used tissue paper.
His long red locks covered his entire face, as he stood to look in the mirror. His eyes were red and his cheeks were puffy.
Grell grabbed a tissue blowing his nose again, throwing the dirty paper on the floor. It was the first anniversary of his mother Elena's death.
Hot tears spread across his cheeks. Elena died after contracting the thorns of death, which she found to be with when Grell was in his teens.
The thorns of death was the number one reaper killer. The disease was incurable and caused unbearable pain throughout the entire body.
At first, Elena barely showed signs of having it, but soon she began having violent coughing fits. There were days when she would moan and complain about consist chest pain.
Grell took his mother to the infirmary when the horrible illness was discovered. The reaper burst into to tears as his mother comforted him. She knew her time on the earth would soon come to an end, but she was sure to make the most of it and remain strong for her son.
As centuries went by and Grell grew into a full-fledged grim reaper, Elena became sick and grew weak, but through it all she kept a positive attitude.
That was something Grell admired about his mother, she remained flamboyant and carefree even in her darkest moments. The red reaper would spend days even nights caring for her.
Often, he would recall all the fond memories he had of them together, while she lay in her bed helpless.
Grell cherished those moments, except for the day he was called from the field. His mother had a violent attack and one of the thorns in her body pierced her heart.
Without detail, he burst through the infirmary with William on his tail, the raven-haired reaper stood in the doorway. The red reaper rushed to his mother's side, she gave a weak smile as he took her hand gently tightening his hold on it.
He leaned over kissing his mother's head. She smiled, with a shaky hand Elena gave her son a small letter. Grell glanced at it for a second, before carelessly placing it in his coat pocket.
He didn't care about the letter now, what mattered was his mother. " I love you very much Grell. Remember no matter how hard things get, I raised to be different from the other reapers, which makes you special."
He let out a small shaky laugh, when he realized she meant his corky gender confused nature. "Love you too, mama." Tears pour down his cheeks as she drew in her last breath.
The memory was painful. Being a grim reaper, he was used to it after all death was natural, no he was death. Grell pushed the thoughts aside and grabbed the picture of Elena from his headboard.
She looked young and radiant, he even had to admit his mother was a beauty.
Grell sighed placing the picture on the headboard and reaching down to the floor grabbing his red leather coat.
He felt the letter inside and pulled in out. With a knife, the reaper cut it open to read the contents.
My darling son,
By the time you read this I will be gone. I just want you to know that I love you since the first moment I held you in my arms. Do not let my death hold you back in life, I want to find happiness and seek love.
Furthermore, I want to speak to you about your father. I know it has been decades since I have had the courage to tell you. My little darling, your father was a great and powerful reaper.
It was not love at first sight, in fact my little red I absolutely despised your father. Everything about him made we want to hit my head against a wall. Let's just say your father was an unpredictable lunatic! The lunatic I soon came to love and accept as my own.
I still love your father to this very day and he loved you very much. I know after reading this you will be curious my heart.
Unfortunately, I cannot tell you anymore. You must learn the truth on your own accord.
Go to the library my dear, there the truth will be revealed. Look for the name Adrian.
Grell, I will miss you dearly my beloved son. Even when I'm gone my spirit will always be here to guide you.
Love you always and forever,
Your mother,
Elena
Grell re-read the letter to make sure he retained the information. His mother had finally opened the door to allowing him to learn more his father's disappearance.
For centuries, the reaper was haunted by the mystery that was his missing parent.
Every time he asked Elena, she would easily make up an excuse to separate herself from Grell to weep over the topic.
Now, it was time for the family secret to be brought to light.
He smiled gathering his coat and darting out of the door.