The deafening sound of a crash is heard, metal in metal. A screech is heard from something metal grinding against something. There is screaming.
"Help me!" A boy cried desperately, the air was cold, and the boy was trapped within the wreckage of his mother's car.
The people from the other car managed to come out of the wreck injury free. They run to the car and began to try and help the boy.
Death could only watch with solemn eyes, the boy would live, but his mother a elder brother would not. The boy was safely pulled out of the wreckage, he began to shout for them to get his mother and brother. His mother was unconscious, his brother…..well the car was the one to hit on his side. Death looked over to see the eldest brother staring down at his crying brother, he looked stricken as he desperately tried to touch his brother. Death felt a sigh escape himself as he clutched the scythe tighter and began to move.
He watched as the Michael look away from his younger brother, and instantly the boy stopped crying when his eyes landed on his imposing form. He was only 16, and AB student, he had a girlfriend, and a very loving family. He had his problems of course, but who didn't? Death felt empty as he stopped before Michael.
"Am I….dead?" The boy questioned fearfully
Death curtly nodded, he had long since numbed to the horrors and tragedy of his duties as the Grim Reaper.
The boy broke down, he dropped to his knees crying as Death looked over to see the mother walk through the wreckage of the car, looking terrified and confused. She first saw her youngest being cradled by his father, the 7 year old crying for his brother and mother. She ran towards him, only to run straight through them. Her eyes widened in horror and she looked at her hands then looked towards the wreckage as the emergency responders pulled her eldest son from the destroyed car first and she screamed as she collapsed. Michael's head snapped up just as they pulled the second body from the wreckage. He froze then scrambled up and ran towards his mother's collapsed and sobbing form. He fell in next to her and wrapped his arms around her.
Death only watched. His job was cruel, merciless, and full of so much negativity. Sometimes he felt like he was drowning. So much pain, so much sadness. The emotions of this scene was rampant, and this wasn't even the worse he's seen.
He held up his such as the mother and son looked to Death in understanding. They knew what would happen now. Death could hear their clocks ticking their tunes from within his head, they would stop the moment they moved on.
He sliced the air with the scythe and the rift opened, showing the calming and beautiful background of space, hues of purple, red, blue, colors of all sorts from different stars. His scythe disappeared as black wings spread from his back, they seemed to rise from the shadows. He held his hands out, instead of bone they saw flesh.
Only the dead could see the real him. Only he kept his face hidden in the shadows of his cloak, all they seen was his jaw and his hands. His human appearance was to bring the souls of the dead comfort as he guided them to where they were meant to be.
They each took His hands and he gave a saddened and tragic reassuring smile as he turned and guided them to the portal, he let go when they stepped through, and he watched as they joined hands, not once looking back as they disappeared. The rift shut and Death could only numbly watch as the flesh on his hands melted away.
At this moment he was in Many places. Guiding the souls of the dead to the portal. Thousands of people died each day, more than thousands actually, and as always he was always their guide and support.
He wondered what it would be like to go through the portal of the dead, but he was never know. Death cannot die after all.
He castes his eyes over the people gathered around the wreckage before he disappeared, leaving wisps of black in his wake. He didn't know why, but he found himself before the house in which Ari Jay Benson stayed within. She was a puzzle he couldn't quite solve, so many mysteries she carried. He knew her father, he had numerous times managed to avoid him, only because he let him. Motorcycle riders tended to tempt death, but her father would be fine….for now. Ari herself has once missed him, if he recalled it was on a bike ride with her father. A driver had suddenly slammed his breaks, she was lucky that she was paying attention, had she been a second late she would have found herself being guided through the portal.
He was glad now, that she didn't die. He knew nothing of her clock then, and he wondered if her clock was the same then as it was now. He didn't think it was, he was usually pretty good at monitoring the clocks.
The Grim Reaper appeared in her room only to see her laying down on the floor with Jack Frost, both of them asleep. That was certainly surprising, considering she is a teenager. Typically only children believe in spirits like Jack. Perhaps he was the reason her clock was different? That wouldn't make sense though, because then Jack's presence would do the same to the other children's clocks.
Death eyed the soul threads around the two.
It would seem the two will have a pretty strong emotional bond, judging from the vividness of the threads. Soul threads were ties people had with other people and animals, each thread is different. There are threads of friendship, threads of love, threads of hate, and then threads that can last life times and are permanent. It would seem the two of them would have a very deep connection. Whatever it forms into is up to them.
Death checked her clock once more, and it still didn't move. He decided to leave
He'll come back later when she didn't have company.
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Ari woke up pretty early in the morning, the first thing Ari noticed was the fact her kidneys were killing her. The other thing she noticed was an arm draped around her. She looked over only to see Jack's face in her's. She took a sharp intake of breath only to notice he was asleep.
How the hell did they start facing the same direction?!
She blushed deeply went she felt him pull her closer and snuggle closer to her. Was this heaven? Did she die? Her heart was racing, her face was on fire, and her shoulder buzzed where Jack was resting his head.
Who would've thought he was a cuddler? Actually she could sort of see it now that she thought of his personality, but shit, she never thought he'd be cuddling to her!
She stared at him, a stupid grin on her face. She was the person that claimed to hate contact with other people when in reality she was the bugged softy and wanted to be hugged, especially by an attractive person.
She slowly ease from his grip and then stretched with a yawn. The moment she sat up, blue eyes fluttered open and Jack sat up and looked around drowsily and wiped his eyes with a loud yawn.
"Wow, I slept great." He said looking over at her. He stared at her with a funny expression befor busting out laughing.
"Y-you have frost in your hair!" He gasped out.
She frowned and reach up to feel her hair and the grimaced.
She prayed to God that wasn't drool.
Jack only laughed harder at her face and she gave him a bland look.
"Laugh a little! It's funny, you have to admit!" He snickered.
She felt her eye twitch as well as the corner of her mouth. That cheeky lump of ice, she wanted to just smack the back of his head.
"Yeah well I'm not a morning person, and the only thing on my mind right now is how I'm going to kill you, I mean I don't even have to worry about hiding a body." She drawled and he gave a look of mock offense.
"Is that a reference to no one seeing me?!" He complained.
She snickered and tossed a nearby shirt at him. It smacked him in the face and when it fell he was glaring at her. She gave him a smug look and he began to playfully ignore her. She snickered at him.
"Why the cold shoulder Jack?" She poked him.
She poked his cheek, making him glare at her.
"I think you need to…..cool down."
"Maybe chill a bit….."
His lips twitched at her awful puns.
"If your technically a ghost wouldn't you be called…..Casp-burr?"
Jack laughed finally.
"Those are so awful!"
She smirked.
"Obviously not too horrible. Because you're laughing." She stated with a smug tone causing him to roll his eyes as he stood.
"So tic-tac, you going out to spread winter to the world soon?" She grinned.
He smiled at her.
"Of course dear firecracker." He mused.
She gave him a bland look.
"Good, now get the fuck out of my room." She droned before grinning to show she was joking.
He held his hands up in surrender, the grin never leaving his face. She couldn't help but grin wider. His smile was so so beautiful.
"You don't have to tell me twice biker-chick, don't beat me up." He said while backing towards the window
She laughed and tossed a crumpled up piece of paper at him, she wrote a message to him, which he caught it with a smirk before waving.
"Bye!" He winked.
"Get lost tic-tac." She laughed as he took the paper with him and leapt from the window and then flew into the air.
She shook her head.
She couldn't wait to see him again.