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Chapter 2: Grell's POV

I was walking down the street, waiting for my assignment. She was due to die soon. I looked at her name in my book.

"Marilyn Stanford." I read aloud.

Beside her name was supposed to be a picture, gathered from her folder. But it seemed that she was an orphan, therefore, not much was gathered about her. Making this even more difficult.

My head snapped up when I heard someone crying out in pain.

"Please just...just kill me." someone pleaded.

Curious, I walked to the alley in which I heard the voice.

A man stood over a bleeding young woman.

A woman who resembled my dead girlfriend, Madam Red.

I heard the man laugh. "I said you would die a slow and painful death." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stick, which grew into a full-sized fireman's ax. I knew instantly what he was. "You see, I am a Death God. A Grim Reaper, and I chose how you die."

Furious, I stepped out into the open.

"A grim reaper doesn't make their assignments suffer." I said.

"Ha. What's an old man like you doing out here?" he taunted.

I narrowed my eyes.

Old? Surely I'm not that old...

"If you must know, I am no ordinary human. You see, I too am a Grim Reaper. I am Grell Sutcliff."

"So? This is my assignment, and she has wronged me before. So I am going to get my revenge and-"

"You see, that is where you are wrong, Mr. Issac." a glint of surprise flickered in his eyes. I smirked as I took out the book again and adjusted the glasses from the edge of my nose. "It says here that Marilyn Stanford was assigned to moi."I gestured to myself.

Issac scoffed at me. "Well, I'll be glad to get her off of your hands." he kicked her head, making her cry out in pain again.

I felt something tug at me, making me become agitated. "You should know better than to mess with the next best reaper, rookie." I said.

"What are you going to do?" he asked, fake cowering.

"I'm warning you, Issac. Leave here now, or I will have to kill you. I won't get in trouble for it since the rules say that any reaper that tries to steal another's assignment that they are considered a rogue. Therefore I am allowed to kill you." I said.

"Please. An old man like you is no match for me." he swung his axe intimidatingly.

Here we go with the old man comment again. Seriously, I'm not that old!

"I didn't want to do this," I said, reaching for my chainsaw that I strapped to my back."Oh wait, yes I did." I unsheathed it.

Issac dropped his axe in shock. I smiled, showing my teeth. I knew he had probably wet his pants.

"You see, Issac? You should know better than to mess with me." With that, I jumped to him and ran my chainsaw through him.

His blood splattered everywhere, painting the black asphalt red.

Oh how I love red.

I placed my chainsaw next to the dead reaper and knelt down to examine Marilyn.

Her face was bruised and full of cuts, along with the steady flow of blood from her nose, mixing with the tears of pain streaming down her face as well.

I, once again, noticed her red hair. Mesmerized, I ran my hand through it. It was cut short, rather messily I might add, giving her a boyish look.

I met her eyes and saw them full of emotion.

"You look a lot like a woman I used to know," I thought aloud. Confusion flashed inher eyes, and I added,"Marilyn? It sounds a lot like Madam Red."

She closed her eyes and allowed death to take over.

I stood up and grabbed my death scythe. I brought it back to life again, and was about to reap her soul, but something stopped me.

I hesitated.

What are you doing?! I asked myself. Just reap the girl and put her out of misery.

Part of me desperately wanted to end her suffering, but the other half, which was a lot bigger, wanted me to be selfish and nurse her back to health.

I sighed and shut my chainsaw down. I strapped it to my back and knelt down to pick her up. I could tell she was unconscious, because her body was limp.

She wouldn't be truly dead unless I reaped her soul. But still, how much blood she lost concerned me.

Why? I asked. Why do I care?

I looked down at her. She resembled Madam Red so much.

Maybe that was why.

Marilyn's POV

"Lyn?" I heard my mother call.

"Yes, Mom?" I answered.

Behind me, I heard my voice echo my answer.

"Yes, Mommy?"

I turned around and saw a miniature version of myself, happily playing with my barbies. I sat on the floor, wearing a little princess costume, complete with a jeweled crown.

My mother walked in and I gasped. She had tears in her eyes, and I immediately realized I was inmy own flashback. This was the day that...

I looked up, immediately concerned with her tears. Standing up, I ran over to hug her.

"What's wrong, Mommy?"

I cringed, knowing what her next words would be.

Taking a deep breath, she said softly, "Your father is dead."

My miniature version gasped and backed away, thinking it was a cruel, sick joke.

"What are you talking about?"

"He was shot by some thugs. I'm sorry, darling but, he's not coming home. Ever." she said, walking over and embracing me.

I soaked in those words and let out a sob. I clutched my mother, hoping that if I did, she wouldn't be gone from me.

I started crying myself, felling those weak emotions I've been pushing down these past eight years.

Suddenly, I found myself in another memory.

The night my mother was killed.

I gasped as I saw the men behind our house, talking into a phone.

"We are ready to infiltrate the house." I gasped wheni realized that the voice belonged to Issac, the man who had just murdered me. I charged at him, my fists balled.

I went right through him and the wall.

Caught off guard, I fell to the ground. I stood up and glanced around. I was in my old kitchen.

The door creaked open and I saw Issac, Danny, and Frankie walking in.

I waited for the alarm to go off, realizing that there was no alarm.

And it was my fault. I had some friends over earlier, and when they walked home, I forgot to set the alarm.

My heart stopped.

It was my fault,I realized. It's my fault my mom is dead. If the alarm had gone off, we would've known and gotten to safety.

I watched as the6y crept through the house. I ran past them and up the stairs. I stopped when I saw my mom, walking sleepily into the bathroom.

"MOM!" I called. "You have to get out of here. They are going to kill you!"

She didn't hear me and continued into the bathroom.

I watched helplessly when she came out. And bumped right into Issac.

He grabbed her and forced a gag over her mouth, binging her down to her knees. She looked around widly when a gun was put to her head.

"Tell us," he whispered. "Where is the girl?"

I gasped. They were looking for me. My mother died not only because of my forgetfulness, but because I had done something and they were here to kill me for it.

What did I do? I asked.

I saw myself peek around the corner, and noticed the fear in my eyes. I ran behind her as Issac told one of the other two to search for me.

My younger self quickly turned around and ran through me. I stayed there, watching him yell at his members of my whereabouts.

I watched Issac let my mother go, and the gag fell to the floor. She screamed at me to run, bringing back the attention of Issac.

"Go follow the kid, Danny." Issac commanded and brought the gun to my mom's head again.

I saw myself fly around the corner and stopped, watching my mother.

"No." I whispered. "No, no, no, no NO! Please don't make me watch this again!" I screamed. "I don't want to see it again!" I started sobbing again.

"Lyn?" I heard my mother. I looked to where the flashback originally was.

Everything was gone, and in it's place stood my mother, wearing a white dress.

"Mom?" I asked. She nodded and I ran over to hug her. It felt good to be in her arms again. I started crying again.

"Mom, Can I be with you now?" I asked.

She looked down at me, a sad smile on her face.

"Sadly, no, Lyn. Grell has not yet reaped your soul, therefore you aren't dead. Right now, you are unconscious. I was able to enter your mind to comfort you. I'm sorry, Lyn. But it isn't your time yet." she explained.

Grell? Where have I heard that name before?

"Then what am I going to do?" I asked.

She cupped my cheeks in her warm hands. "You need to wake up."

"But why? I want to die! I want to be with you, Mommy!" I cried.

She hugged me again. "Shh," she patted my back to calm me down. "I know, but it isn't my choice. Grell is the one who refused to reap you, so you should ask him."

Again with this Grell guy. What right does he have to do this to me?!

"Lyn, Darling, you must wake up now. We will meet again." she said.

"Will it be soon?" I asked.

"I don't know, baby. Live your life, as you still have one."

"It's my fault you don't have one!" she had a confused look on her face.

"You didn't have anything to do with my death, Lyn. I-"

"It is my fault! If I had set the alarm we could've-"

"Marilyn." she said. I stopped at looked at her. Her face was serious. "Even if you did set the alarm, I wouldn't have lived. You know that deep inside. I don't blame you for my death. And you shouldn't either." She kissed my nose.

"Now, Lyn, please wake up." she hugged me and began to run her fingers through my hair. I sighed and slowly drifted awake.

See you later, Mommy.