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Chapter 8: Hero- Skillet

"We need you out there now!" William T. Spears said as he walked briskly around the Reapers Association, carrying thick stacks of paperwork while trying to balance his Death Scythe in his palm. Diana Waltz followed quickly behind as she struggled to understand what Will was saying over the ruckus of the large office space. He suddenly turned down a corner, with Diana in pursuit, and into a room with paperwork overflowing from tables and desks. He plopped his papers down on a free chair and then pushed up his glasses.

"I need to stay here and clean up this mess the others left for me. Plus, there is a sudden need for Reaping down in the Eastern London Division. So I need you to go down there and help out, everyone else is doing something important and your the only person I could reach at the moment." Will explained.

"At three o' clock in the morning?" Diana whined as she tried to rub more sleep out of her eyes. She was having a rather blissful sleep without any eruptions from Grell or the dorms next door. That is, until she got a rude phone call demanding that she be at the Association immediately. Will narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, sending off a bright gleam from the lenses.

"Yes Diana, at three o' clock in the morning. Now go get your 'To Die' book and hurry off. Or else your fired."

"Yes Mr. Uptight." Diana groaned as she started to walk out of the room.

"What was that, Ms. Waltz?"

"I said ''Yes boss.''"


Diana was now at the home of her next victim, Elijah Oscar. He was a boxer in training who would stop at nothing to achieve his final goal, to become a professional boxer. He was pretty good at his fighting skills and worked out as many times as opportunities would let him. His cause of death was a break-in into his house that he couldn't defend off.

"What kind of a maniac is working out at three o' clock in the morning? No wonder he's too sluggish to survive this blast." Diana said to herself as she crouched down on a tree branch right outside Elijah's window. He was lifting large, twenty pound weights above his head and back down again. That is, until his door was violently knocked off its hinges and out appeared a hooded figure with a gun tightly grasped in their hands.

Elijah turned around to find the gun's ammunition piercing his abs. He fell limply to the ground as the hooded figure grabbed some gold chains and a sack of coins off a table. Elijah dragged his lower body slowly into a seal like position. His pupils trembled as his breathing struggled to keep a normal tempo.

This was Diana's chance to hop through the window and Reap his dying Soul. As she neared the man in agonizing pain, his blue eyes fell upon Diana's towering figure. She summoned her scythe in her hand and quickly drew back and slammed the blade down on Elijah's back. He didn't scream at all, to Diana's surprise. Must be a tough guy to not yell out in pain, it doesn't help the pain though.

Just then there was a small thump coming behind Diana and near the destroyed door. Diana whipped her head back to find the landlady staring at her with wide eyes and sweaty, wrinkly skin. She had dropped a small paper bag on the ground. Seconds later she ran down the hallway screaming that there was a murder in the building so Diana had to hurry and finished the job. Just as she glanced back at his Cinematic Records feeding its way into her scythe, she felt something wrap around her ankle.

She gasped as she collapsed to the ground, black and white images swirling around her body. Her crimson scythe however, had clattered to the floor a few feet away from her hand. The strips of checkered ropes wrapped around her torso, wrists and neck. Seconds later, they dug its way through her skin, making her cry out in dreaded pain. They were looking for one thing and one thing only, her life source.

When a person is in the process of getting their soul Reaped, they may have the will power to fight back and live. In this case, Elijah did. So when his Records drilled their way into Diana, they are sucking out her soul or life force which is then transported into Elijah's dying body. So at this rate, she may die and Elijah may cheat death.

"I n-need a m-miracle. I need a-a hero n-now!" Diana said as her eyes started to droop from lack of energy while Elijah was starting to stand up. She tried to pry off the Records or force them out of her body but it was useless. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to open them back again.

Suddenly Diana heard a noise to her left; the sound of crushing bones and gushing liquid. Soon after she felt her strength come back quickly and she shot her eyes open to find her savior standing over the mangled body of Elijah Oscar. Correction, her boyfriend standing over the chopped up body. Grell Sutclift ran up to her and helped her up while grabbing her crimson scythe. He then gave her a quick peck on the cheek and a small hug.

"Darling, I told you to stay away from those bodybuilder types. They'll be the death of you, literally." Grell scolded as he and Diana jumped out the window together and headed towards the London Dispatch.

"I know, I know Grell. It's Will's fault anyway, he shouldn't have woken me up at three in the morning."


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