My lovelies I am here,
Snow and ashes fell around me, it was like something out of a movie. I looked around, I was in a forest, and the full moon lit it up nicely. I slowly walked across the snow path, where was I? Who was I? I looked around the forest for an answer; I was only greeted with silence. Hello? I called out, is anyone here? I walked on the past for what felt like an hour. I came to a clearing; flowers in full bloom everywhere, not a flake of snow-covered this clearing, I walked around awestruck, this was something magical. I stopped and touched a flower, instantly it died. I gasped and pulled my hand back. It can't have just died, could it? I thought, horrified. I touched another flower, the soft pale pink petals, withered and drooped in a flash. What is wrong with me! I screamed, the field around me was dying. Then there was fire; it flooded the field like it was drenched in gasoline. The flames curled around me, not touching me at all, like I was immune.
"You are a powerful girl."
I looked up; the moon was talking to me!
"Who are you?"
I asked terrified,
"I am the man in the moon."
"Who am I?"
I said quietly,
"I can not say, only your actions will tell you who you are."
"Please tell me, what do I have to do?"
I pleaded frantically, the man in the moon didn't answer.
A hole in the ground appeared, out came a scythe. It was like it was drawn to me, I held out my hand, in a flash it was in my hand. I surge of power pulsed through my veins.
"This is your power, you are Grim."
The man in the moon cooed, my power? I whispered looking at the scythe in my hands. That was the only thing the man in the moon ever told me about myself. That had been twelve years ago, I was Grim, the guide of the dead, collector of souls, bringer of death.
I opened my eyes; cold sweat was on my face. I got up from the wall I was leaning on, the same dream happened over and over. I tried to brush it up, as I walked the quiet streets of New Orleans, it was just before mid-night, it was eerily quiet, I held my scythe loosely as I leaned against a wall. I fixed my hood; I looked at my reflection in a shop window. I was pale, tall, with long straight blonde hair; I had black make-up on my eyes, my eyes that where a pale blue, but almost glowed. When I was really angry they turned red. I wore black hoodie with black ribbons laced in the back, I had black leggings with rips in them, but lace was placed under them, and a pair of brown combat boots. I looked down at my hands, covered by gloves, for whatever I touched died. I watched the stars lite up the sky; sadly a cloud covered the moon. I have traveled the world, and my darkness followed me. I collected things from my travels, and experienced so many cultures. Now I was in New Orleans for what they called Mardi Gras. They wear masks, parade around in floats, and threw beads off their balconies. A perfect time for some accidents to happen, I thought with a smirk. The clock tower chimed twelve times, I smiled, as I was the Sandman's sand come around. The man in the moon told me about the Sandman, he said that he delivered good dreams to the children. Children that grow old, and stop believing in myths like the Sand man, boogeyman, and the Tooth fairy … I shook that thought out of my head. I got off the wall,
"Demons, demons."
I cooed to the sky, black shapes emerged from buildings, ground, and dark alleyways.
"Oh my pets, I missed you so."
I cooed to the shadow creatures, they smiled. These where my helpers of darkness, I alone can't collect all the dead souls, or lead them to judging. They help me; I like to think of it as a beehive. These where my worker bees, and I was their queen bee.
"Tomorrow is Mardi Gras, and what is a bit of fun, without a bit of mischief."
I said, they nodded excitedly.
"I want a hammer, a rope, spray paint, oh and a pack of cigarettes."
They nodded and disappeared in every direction. I had become addicted to the humans cigarettes, they helped calm me, and they didn't affect me like they did the humans, well since I was dead! I looked at the Sandman's sand, and the stars, I felt so small, like a piece of me was missing. Would I ever find that piece of me, who am I? Who was I, a long time ago? I got up and flew across the sky, gliding along the sand strings; I plopped down on the ledge of the clock tower. It wasn't anything like the Big Ben, but it gave me a beautiful view of the city. Somewhere out there was my other piece, but where? I closed my eyes. I felt a gust of wind pass by me, I opened my eyes. I saw a black horse with golden eyes pass by me, what the hell? I said getting up, horses don't fly. I flew behind it, I left my scythe at the clock tower, the horse flew down to an alleyway. I had a gut feeling I shouldn't follow the horse, but my curiosity was far too powerful. Besides what could hurt death? I went into the dark alleyway, I only saw passed out drunks, and a hobo rummaging through the dumpster. No horse in sight, I walked further into the alleyway. I came to a clearing there was the horse, it looked at me, I just stared back. It was made out of black sand, similar to the Sandman's, I took a step back. I whistled,
"Here horse, come here."
I said, the horse just snorted,
"Come on, I have an apple."
I said forming an apple, the sand horse snorted,
"You look like you could need some help."
I turned my head, I backed up. A tall lithe man, with glowing golden eyes was staring at me.
From what I gathered from his appearance, I had a hunch it was the boogeyman. My hunch was confirmed when he smiled,
"I am Pitch the boogeyman."
"Now then who are you? Are you a lost child, or a doomed adventurer?"
I frowned,
"I am neither."
I said coldly, not taking a liking to him already. Despite the fact he was the only person I've talked to besides the man in the moon.
"Then who are you child?"
I gridded my teeth,
"I am not a child you Edward Cullen knock off!"
I hissed, that made Pitch twist his smile into something darker.
"Don't test me, girl. There is nothing more powerful than fear."
I let out a mocking laugh,
"You may spread fear into hearts of tiny children, but even kids grow old, and they realize that you are just a wives tale. Just a faint childhood fear, I said emotionless, fixing him a steel gaze. "I am something much worse. Oh so very worse, I send terror into people's very being. They can't escape me, they can't escape their fate… their death."
I smiled wickedly, taking off my hood, I held out my hand and my scythe came to me. His eyes widened,
"It can't be, you… you where…."
He looked like he had just seen a ghost, I thought it was weird.
"What?"
I asked frowning, cocking an eyebrow. He must have got over his shell shock, because he regained his calm yet menacing composer.
"This is very interesting."
He said with a smile, I tightened my grip on my scythe,
"What is your name my dear?"
I gave him a confused look,
"What the hell was that, you just look like you saw a dead person. Now you are cool as a cucumber, are you bi-polar?"
I said warily, taking a step back. He laughed,
"No."
I was going to say something, but then a brightly colour egg rolled between us. I looked down at the egg, then up at Pitch I gave him a confused look, then the egg exploded. I was thrown against the wall with a hard thud. I hissed as I saw a giant rabbit standing there. I grabbed my scythe and hid in the shadows.
"Pitch you racker, I thought we saw the last of your ugly face twelve years ago."
The rabbit said, pulling out a boomerang.
"Go suck an egg rabbit."
Pitch said coldly,
"Hey Easter kangaroo did I miss the party?"
A voice came, a boy dropped down from the sky, his hair as white as snow.
"Frost."
Pitch spat, black sand started to form around them. Oh this was going to get interesting, I thought with a smirk. The white-haired boy shot a frost beam at the black sand, freezing it on contact.
" Back so soon Pitch?"
The white-haired boy said,
"I thought you fearlings got you… again."
He said with a smirk,
"And I thought you saved Alex?"
Pitch said with a wicked smiled,
"You bastard, she wouldn't have died if it weren't for you!"
He screamed, oh this is juicy,
"Jack calm down he is getting into your head."
The rabbit said,
"Did she ever get to say she loved you? Or was she already crushed like a bug."
Pitch said with a smirk, I wonder if I ever collected her soul? I thought, she sounded very important to this "Jack"
"Well I would love to say and chat, but I have fear to rule, and old friends to see."
Pitch looked around,then looking straight at me. Then black sand engulfed him. Jack shot an ice beam at the sand, no effect. Jack screamed, the rabbit sighed.
"We should have stopped him, we should have stopped Pitch for Alex."
Jack said a mixture of sorrow and hate filled his voice,
"We will assemble the guardians, we will destroy him this time."
The rabbit said reassuringly,
"Go on and tell North, I'll be there in a while."
Jack said quietly,
"Are you going to be okay?"
The rabbit said softly,
"Yes, I think am going to be."
The rabbit nodded and tapped the ground and disappeared in a hole. Jack flew off into the sky. I waited a moment then flew off into the sky after him, he flew for hours. The moon was out when he arrived in a town called Burgess; he swooped down to a cemetery. Well I am going to miss Mardi Gras, I hissed in my head. He stopped in front of a head stone; I sat on the willow tree above the head stone.
"I am so sorry, Alex."
I shouldn't have let you go, I should have went."
After a long hour of sappy I should have, could have, would have he left. I landed on the head stone. I looked at the inscription.
Alex Vincent, 1995-2012
I looked at the head stone, what is so special about you?
I whispered, out from the clouds the moon shone down on me, I looked at the moon. Hearing a crow caw, I stood up. There is something about you that is familiar I just can't put my finger on it. I said to the headstone, getting off the headstone.
Done, sorry it took so long I had it in a totally different direction, and I didn't like it.
On my bio there is Alex/ Grim's clothing. I own nothing, read and review. Till me what you i decided just to continue on the same story.
