Just a reminder-I DO NOT OWN THE GRIM ADVENTURES SERIES.
Chapter 3
Billy had finally been kicked out of college by reason of mental defect (the drinking out of the toilets might have been part of it but it was more about the fact that he tended to talk to his life size skeleton mannequin during class incessantly and was beginning to scare some of the students with rumors that it could really talk. It was decided after he returned home to live with his family and take over his old man's job of doing... well whatever it was his father did do all day, that is would be best if Grim be sent to live with Mandy who was finishing up her last year at a prestigious law school and would be less likely to try to sell pieces of him for more candy. Unfortunately, Billy had a hard time letting go and so had the 'bright' idea to send Grim in pieces through the mail. 'That way it's like you're only half gone!' he explained in his plain Billy way. He started with the feet. By the time his head finally made it-his jaw went first so he was stuck mute and bodiless for a month- Mandy had finally graduated at the top of her class and had been hired by a large township as one of the junior prosecutors. Now it is not the custom for new lawyers to be given big cases or cases of any kind for that matter as they are usually given understudy work and the job of the sidekick for a few years to get their feet wet in the world of law but someone-a mysterious benefactor from high up on the food chain, refered to only as HIM-had decided to let her try her teeth on a murder case involving a young woman who had tortured and killed a man in what seemed cold blood. It was a text book case she was told. The evidence was all there. The blood stains on the woman's dress from that night, no alibi, the weapon found at the bottom of the pool had been registered to her father.
It should have been open and shut. In fact it was open and shut until she read Grim's name journal which had accidentally been left with her when she and Billy had gone their separate ways. The journal listed the date and time of each death the reaper had been at for each day. Being magical of course, it was set to show only the city in which the book was located at the moment and the book could not lie. It was written in the person's own blood after all. She wouldn't have thought of it, wouldn't have even noticed it most likely if it hadn't been for the fact that there had only been two other deaths that day and both were of no consequence an old woman who had died in her sleep and a young man from a gang who had 'accidentally' fallen down an elevator shaft onto bullets. It should have been obvious to find the man's name but it just wasn't there. So, if one thought of it logically the man could not possibly be dead. However there was a dead body lying around out there and it was most definitely the victim all had assumed because an autopsy had been done, tests had been taken, and the body had been identified by family. Plus the woman swore she hadn't killed him though that wasn't unusual.
Oh well, Mandy was not about to worry about so trivial a thing as someone being innocent and yet being on trial. She went on with her work and set up a great prosecution. The first few days of the trial went well. The defense had nothing other then their client's say so that she was innocent. Their ship was sinking fast and Mandy was going to ride the wave made from it to success. It was on the day before the last day of the trial that Grim's head finally arrived at long last. It came in a box that looked as though it had gone through a paper shredder and then left with a dog for a week. It wasn't until she kicked it in coming into her apartment that she even noticed it. It might have been the pain in her foot (did she even feel pain?) or it might have been the muffled yelp that came from the box. Since it wasn't a puppy it had to be Grim. Mandy brought him in and after taking a shower, eating dinner, working on the case, and watching tv, she got around to opening it.
'It's about time ya open that box chil... Oh dear, I must hav' ben sent ta the wrong address. Forgive me child but please don' start screamin at the talkin' head and just get me a phone would ya? I need to get a hold o' Mandy.'
'I am Mandy you numb skull. Who else do you think would have kept your old bag o' bones for you if it wasn't me? She pointed at the boxes strewn around the room, still unopened and some being used as tables to hold papers and food boxes.
'What've ya done to mah body! It's been left apart so long it probably'll never pull it's self together correctly. And oh the ache I feel in my rib cage. Where be it girl?' Mandy pointed and he knew why when he saw it. A giant stack of file folders had the box nearly squished to the floor. It took the rest of the night to put Grim back together with much whining from him and threats to quit if he said one more word from her. But finally it was done, and they sat down in the living room. 'So have ya been child. You've really grown up since I saw you last. Before you were something of a wilted flower and now you look beautiful. Well, ya could smile more howeva.''
'I don't smile. Smiling is for imbeciles and buffoons. Tell me about your life how has it been with Billy.'
'Oh you know how it is. Eris comes and turns us into strange creatures like before or dumps water on him. Scar moved out last week from next door. I guess he's moving to Alaska. Says it's for his own sanity. Keeps muttering under his breath something about Billy and planting the seeds of catastrophe and doom. He always was an interesting character. Anyway, your old boyfriend Has Delgato has been by again. He finally escaped from that big foot incident we left him in. And of course Puddin is nowhere to be found. We think he might have finally been eaten by that mad rabbit that kept saying it loved him to 'death.'