"What a shame"
"Yes she was so young"
"And well endowed too"
Two young men, a blonde and a ginger were looking sown at her. No one else seemed to notice them, they were to busy yelling for someone to arrest the young boy and to get an ambulance.
"Well, we have to do this." the blonde said
"Or we won't pass. Agreed" the ginger nodded.
"I'm terribly sorry miss" they said at the same time and both lifted scythes above their heads.
"No!" Rebecca screamed and lifted her arms to try and stop them...
*REBECCA POV*
'Becca... Beeeeecccccccaaaaa' it seemed to come from really really far away.
"Rebecca" this one seemed closer but I still could t tell who spoke.
"Rebecca" I opened my eyes.
In front of me was a tall man who had a 'proper' looking haircut and thin glasses with black frames. Next to him was none other than Undertakrr himself. And next to him was the ginger and the blonde from earlier.
As soon as I saw them I shot up and pulled my legs close to my body.
"Those are the psychos with the Scythe's!" I screamed .
Undertaker laughed "I believe you were the psycho with the scythe yesterday m'dear".
"Shut up!" I exclaimed "someone call the yard these two are lunatics!"
"Hey! That's a bit harsh don't ya-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP GINGER!" I screamed.
"Ginger?" he questioned.
"Yeah, Ginger!"
"Alright calm your garters Rebecca- well Victoria now" Undertaker said.
"Excuse me?"
"Okay look, to get to the point, I am a Grim Reaper they are all reapers. You are now a reaper Why are you a reaper? You get chosen to be a reaper since birth sometimes because of that mark, you suffer greatly in life. Actually usually they suffe greatly in life." the man with the thin glasses said, or at least I think he did, everything was starting toget a bit blurry except for Undertaker who was sitting right next to me.
"On your 17th birthday you die, your human form dies and you become a reaper in training. Rebecca White died yesterday at 5 in the afternoon from internal wounds and extensive bleeding due to the knife wound in her back. From this day forth you are a reaper named Victoria Black, one of the first females in your field. No we did not drug you, your eyesight is getting much much worse, we reapers are very shortsighted." he concluded.
"Mhmm so what I got from that... IS THAT IM DEAD? WHAT THE FRICK IM 17, IM NOT SUPPOSED TO DIE!" I screamed.
"Heheheheheh" Undertaker laughed "told you she would react this way"
Glasses put a finger to his lips clearly meaning 'shut up', he made to continue speaking but Undertaker waved an outstretched hand in front of Glasses' face.
"Fine!" he threw a few bunched up bills into Undertaker's hand.
"And you you knew?!" I pointed at the Undertaker then started to beat him with my pillow.
Suddenly a pair of very very long shears flew through my pillow and was taken away from me.
"Awwwwww" Ginger said "it was fun seeing him get huuuurrrrtttt"
"Watch your manners young lady, he is a living legend" Glasses said.
"Undertaker? A legend? Pfft he doesn't even remember to put on pants"
"Correction I don't LIKE pants" he said
"Well your a part of society so you need to wear them"
"I beg to differ!" Undertaker said outraged.
"He judged Robin Hood and sent Mary Antoinette to hell!" Glasses informed me.
"Your old!" I turned to Undertaker.
Glasses sighed "is nothing going to make you respect him?"
"I've seen him practically pissing his pants when he laughs at me and when I chase him around the shop with his own scythe so that would be difficult" I said.
"Okay... So I'm a reaper now what?" I said after they had to pry me off of Undertaker twice and Glasses once.
"Well for one I'm recommending that you take anger management courses!" Glasses said fixing his glasses "but for another tomorrow you will start your reaper training tomorrow, oh and my name is William T Spears."
"I'm Ronald Knox!" Ginger said happily, blondy left a while ago.
"Okkkaayyy" I said and stood up, I was still wearing my clothes from when I'd died.
"Ronald show her to her room" Glasses (I don't care that I already know his name!) said.
"Okay" Ginger said (do I need to repeat my reasoning?) "finally, Abby is going to be SO angry with me, I'm late to the date AGAIN. This time she is not going to forgive me" he muttered.
I was too busy squinting around to notice when I ran into him "sorry, I cant see a thing" I said squinting to see his orange hair.
"Oh yeah sorry, I was supposed to give you these" he said and handed me a thin case "their your trainee Shinigami glasses, trainee's glasses are always lame. But don't worry before long you'll take your final exam and be able to get cool glasses! Like mine!"
"Yours still look lame" I said.
He glared and turned around to keep walking, "This is your floor, Floor 16. You're in area D and your room number is 118. And lucky for you, I am just across the hall!" He grinned "Not so luckily your stuck next to Grell Sutcliffe. Be ready for 6am activity, lots of singing and I hear he talks in his sleep. But he did get triple A's in simple technique during his final exam so he cant be THAT bad. Feel free to come by any time if you have any questions or anything, but Reapers work until 5 in the afternoon every day and I usually go out every day... Well bye!" he said and gave me my key.
I watched him run down the hallway before I turned to my door, it was painted red with '118' in black lettering, a little plaque to the side of the door said 'Victoria Black, Trainee'. I took a deep breath and placed my key inside of the lock and slowly turned it.
The apartment was quite plain, the walls were white and there was a plain white couch in the opening room, a small wooden coffee table and a table next to the couch, there was a plant in a corner and that was it. The Kitchen had a stove and refrigerator and the regular cupboard, island and counters. The mini dining room was barren as was the bathroom. The bedroom had a simple wood bed frame and a twin mattress with white covers and there was a bedside table. That was it.
I took off my boots and set them down next to the bed. It was tiresome to take off all my clothes so I just took my corset off and lay down. It was so lonesome…. without Brinda my nanny, or Undertaker to be next to me. I can't believe I-well my human form- is dead! Everyone I knew I can no longer talk to, the only one I still have is Undertaker, at least I still have him.
Someone knocked on the door, I didn't bother to make myself decent before I went to get it.
Speak of the devil, Undertaker was standing there. I had a sad expression on my face and milked it as I raised my hands, he raised his and we both went in for a hug.
"How's my dad taking my death?"
"Oh he's a planning a funeral fit for a queen! Technically im the one doing the planning since Daddy dearest knew nothing of his daughter but you understand me" He said "He wants all the best for his little girl. It's been 2 days since your passing and he hasn't done anything since. That Emery brat is going to marry Bess".
"Haha, how must their intercourse be? She is at least 100 pounds heavier than him!" I laughed
"Oh, and your father wanted you to be buried with this" he said and gave me a ring, I gasped when I saw it.
"This it-it isn't really?"
"Yes it is" he nodded
The White family ring, which was ironically red. It was a large ruby, framed with intricate scroll work and 2 serpent hearts. It was passed down from family head to family head, im surprised my father was choosing to give it to a corpse instead of to give it to my brother. Finally I began to cry, I cried for the friends I would no longer see, the life id no longer live, the future which I still did not know much about, and mostly for my father. He had always acted like such a tough man ever since my mother died but I knew that in all reality it was so much pain he felt at losing her, the love of his life.
"Aww now now child don't fret" Undertaker said and pulled me into a hug "you'll finally be happy here, everyone is like you you see. You whom have loved death ever since you can remember. You will not be a lowly outcast who only converses with a mad man" he grinned.
"Your not mad" I sniffled " your fun, I wish others saw you the way I do"
He smiled warmly and I could see his eyes through his fringe for a moment, they showed the tenderness he felt towards me. "Thank you m'dear but i don't think thatll be happening any time soon. They are not marked as reapers like you and I, so they will never understand" he pulled me into a warm embrace.
"I love you Undertaker" I smiled against his chest.
"I love you too, Victoria" I felt his own smile agains the top of my head. And I fell asleep like that, in his strong and scarred arms with my head against his chest.
A/N: I've always thought that Ronald was a ginger not blonde. Also, Undertaker and Victoria's relationship is supposed to be that of a father-like figure and a daughter, ya get me? Platonic, not romantic.
