I once wondered what it would be like to kill somebody. So i did, and i watched as their eyes dulled, and feel their body become cold. I often stabbed people simply to smell the sweet smell of blood, and to taste it. I found pleasure in listening to their muffled screams.

Though i suppose that's what got me in this mess. "You are under the arrest for the murders of 23 people, and the injury of 19!"

"Oh, really?" i turned to the cop, bloody murder weapon twirling in hand. A flash of fear flickered across his face and i sighed in annoyance. "What makes you think i did it? I'm twelve?"

"It doesn't matter how old you are! Murder is unacceptable!"

I laughed loudly, "But it's so nice! I got rid of the useless wastes of space!" the knife stopped, the handle clutched losely in my hand. "Only four of you hu? You should have sent more if you really wanted to arrest me."

A loud bang rang throughout the ally and all heads turned to look at the youngest officer, his gun still smoking from the bullet he fired. I looked down to my left hand. The bullet had cut straight through it.

"Well that wasn't fair. I don't have a weapon like that." i lifted the injured hand to my lips andbegana licking up the spilling blood. "Did you want some?" he fiercely shook his head no. "That's to bad. I think it tastes real good. I wonder what your blood tastes like."

In a flash i was next to him blade slicing thinly through his neck, not enough to cut it off, but deep enough to kill him slowly. I dipped my fingers in the red liquid and took a taste, "Eww, grose! It tastes like protein shakes!"

"Ty!"

I turned my head to face the remaining officers. "I'm sorry, did you want to be killed first?"

They turned to run to their cop car only to find the wheel deflated, "M-monster!" they pulled out their guns and began shooting at me. I wasted no time cutting the first ones head of, then the seconds. The final one fell to the ground terrified.

"Pl-please stop! I have a family!"

"Aww, that's too bad. Is you little girl not going to see her daddy anymore Jefferson? Don't worry i already killed them while you were working this morning. Nothing to worry about."

"You B***! How could you!" his cries were cut short as stabbed my blade in his gut and began walking away humming softly to myself.

"There, once was a tree

That men cut down.

It's fruits went uneaten.

And the men built a temple

Where they worshiped their god

The men grew hungry

And pleaded for food.

Those men forgot

The trees fruits had went uneaten."

Just as i finished a ripping pain shot through my chest and i glanced down slowly to the blooming spot of blood on my shirt. Turned my head slightly to look at the cop now drowning in his own blood.

He… shot me…

"You killed 30 people and injured 19 to the point where they're lives were forever ruined. What do you think that earns you?"

I smiled cheerfully up at the middle aged man, "Oh, hey! I didn't see you there! Did you die too?"

He glanced at me growing, "In a way i suppose i did. I'm the king of Shinigami. You were sent to me because the man who shot you was supposed to be dead already, but the shinigami in charge of killing him wrote his name down a few seconds to late."

I placed a finger to my bottom lip in a thinking pose, "Oh! I get it! I should still be alive! Well i don't mind all that much! I can kill people here to right!"

"Er, no actually. You can't stay here. You'll be sent back to the world of mostly mortals as my ever faithful servant! You can kill all the people i tell you to!"

I tilted my head in confusion, "why don't you just write their names in your book?"

The man frowned, "well you see, i died similar to the way you did. Though there wasn't anyone around to make decisions at the time so i stuck around."

Satisfied i smiled, "Ok then! I can be like a death reaper! Oh joy! I always wanted to be one of those!"

"Well then i send you on your way." with that i finished from the man's sight only then releasing the place we had been had looked like a wasteland and the people i had passed on the way where are hunched over and bored.

I even saw one drop his notebook thing. Though i did miss that last few words the man said, "I swear they get creepier every time."