Reaper- Dead Like Me
By JLC
Disclaimer: I do not claim the rights to anything from either "Reaper" or "Dead Like Me" this was a just for fun thing. Enjoy
Chapter One- More to "Death" than meets the eye
George looked down at her post it note and read the details again. B.M.W. 9:45pm. She sighed. She headed toward the big warehouse building. It was 9am, she had about 12 hours to find B.M.W. and mark him before he died whatever his tragic death was.
In the store, George noticed a graveling dancing on the shoulder of one of the cashiers. He had sandy blonde hair, and was actually pretty attractive. She watched curiously as the graveling messed with the guy's ear. The guy flicked at his ear and shoulder. The graveling jumped off his shoulder and landed on something that was behind the guy. George could almost make out what looked like a large box. She frowned. Mason tagged in behind her and hit her playfully on her shoulder.
"Thought you had a job here?" He asked.
"Yeah I do. I was just getting to that."
Mason looked around the store.
"Ah, the wonderful world of home improvement." He said. He grinned. "Actually, is there anything worse?"
George smiled and shook her head.
A larger man with dark hair approached them. His name tag read TIM, and below that it said Manager. George grinned.
"Welcome to the work bench, anything I can help you guys find today?" He asked.
"Do you have anyone working here with the initials B.M.W?" George asked.
"Hmm…" Ted paused. "Burt is the only one that I can think of. Why? Is he in trouble?"
"Oh, no. See I just had some questions about an item that he sold me not that long ago. Is he around?" She glanced around the store.
"Hold on." Ted turned and disappeared into a room with a glass window. "Burt Wysocki. Please come to the front of store." His voice echoed over the com system in the store.
George turned and noticed that cashier she was watching earlier was now watching her. She watched him grab the box behind his check stand and head out of the store. A girl took over the check stand. There was something else too, the feeling in the store changed.
"You okay George?" Mason asked.
"Huh?" She turned to him. "Yeah sorry." They watched as the heavy set Burt headed toward them. Ted came back out of his office and pointed.
"These people have some questions they want to ask you. Help them." He snapped and then turned and disappeared again.
Burt rolled his eyes and looked at George and Mason.
"So, what's up?" Burt asked.
The cashier from before headed toward Burt.
"Sock." He said.
Burt frowned.
"Sam, I'm sort of in the middle of something." He waved at George and Mason.
Sam looked at George and Mason. He saw them in the black robes and carrying the hatchets. Sam's eyes were wide.
"Sock. I really need to talk to you." He said.
"Fine." Sock mumbled. He turned to George and Mason. "I'll be right back." He said.
"No worries." Mason said. He watched as Sock turned around. He gave George a nod, George stepped forward and reached up and grabbed the tag that was sticking up on Burt's work shirt, and tucked it in and marked him at the same time. Sock turned around.
"Sorry, your tag was sticking up." George said.
Sock blushed.
"Oh. Thanks." He rubbed the back of his neck. He turned and continued on toward the back with Sam.
Sam shut the door to the freight room behind them.
"What's going on?" Sock asked.
"There's something wrong with those people Sock." Sam said.
"What are you talking about?"
"I saw them in black robes and they were carrying scythe's, and when that girl touched you something happened."
"What?" Sock asked.
"I don't know. She touched you, and something floated off your body, like white fluff stuff." Sam shrugged. "And earlier, when they walked in, I felt something messing around with my ear, I only caught a glance of it, but it looked like some kind of demented frog."
Sock paused and stared blankly at Sam for a moment, and then laughed.
"A demented frog! That's great Sam." He said. He slapped Sam on his shoulder.
A heavy voice behind them huffed. Sam turned and frowned when saw the devil.
"Sam, A word alone please." He said. He glanced at Sock.
Sock sighed and headed out of the room. Sam approached the devil.
"What's going on? Who are those people and what was that thing on my shoulder? And what did they do to Sock?"
"Hmm, how do I explain it?" He stared at Sam for a moment. "They are here because they have a job to do, just like you."
"What do you mean just like me?"
"Well, they're grim reapers Sam." The devil paused. "They help keep the order of life and death in place."
Sam frowned.
"So they do what I do?"
"Not exactly, you bring escaped souls back to hell and they take all the souls of people who are going to die."
"That girl…she did something to Sock."
The devil sighed.
"Sock is probably on her list, don't try to change that. You'll only end up pissing off the higher powers and that won't do anything for your rep."
"So what was that thing?"
"Graveling. The trouble makers of the underworld. Nasty little things." He sighed. A file appeared in his hands. "Here is your soul. Be careful Sam, and don't mess with the reapers. There's a lot more of them than there of you."
He disappeared.