"Oh maybe scaring people before they die? And… maybe just keeping me company.. i dont have many… well any people so thatll hlelp…"
She steps towards him, a little shocked by his change of appearence, but trying to hide it.
"and i mean… well if you dont agree…. i can just keep on killing everyone…."
She smiles a devilish smile to him, she was really hoping this would work.
"One, I don't just scare people like that. Two…fine." he said, crossing his arms slightly. "Where are we going?" he asked. The lower part of his jaw was barely visible now, chiseled and square, bare of any trace of a beard or stubble.
She catches a glimps of his botton jaw, shocked,
"wait a minute… i thought you were like…. dead?"
She was obsessed with the grim reaper, but she never had the things to learn more about him.
I thought he was just… bones
She thinks to herself, a little confused.
He laughed. "Common misconception, actually." He corrected. He tugged the hood off, showing a head of wavy black hair, and white, slightly tanned skin. "The first of the Reapers was, but none of the ones after that." He explained. "We are…it's highly complicated, and I'd rather not explain." He said.
"oh…. okay"
kinda hot
She thought to herself as she said those words. Now, what in the world is she gonna with him here?
"Well… I'm gonna finish my kills, 3 more people I think?"
She smirks to him while walking past him.
"try to keep up"
She says as she starts running into the woods.
He rolled his eyes, and went after her. He moved silently through the woods. It was as if he wasn't even there, as he made absolutely no sound as he went. He was soon beside her, the hood back over his head again. He was still in the hoodie and jeans, not yet having changed back into the long cloak.
(Hey how do you do the italics? Bc I can't seem to figure that out)
( put these * before and after each word pike * this * except don't put spaces in between the stars and the word)
Running through the woods, entering a big clearing, campsites covering the whole place. Right in the middle of the woods, just like they said.
"Follow me, don't get caught though"
She sneaks towards the back, she was already covered in blood from the last 26 murders she committed this night. This was what she did for a living, and she had no problem with that. Turning to the reaper, she put her finger to her mouth, shushing him.
"This is where the fun begins!"
She smiled previously, going into the tent.
"Hey princess, watchya doin?"
She says to girl in the tent. Pinned her up against a board on the wall up the tent.
All you could hear was a shriek, then quickly sneaking out of the tent like a fox, they ran.
"Let's go"
Reaper snorted softly. "Normal mortals cannot see me unless I choose to let them." He responded. He winced slightly, and after a moment, the dead girls spirit appeared beside him, her eyes wide and scared. He took her hands gently, and traced a marking across her forehead. "Rest." He whispered. Her spirit vanished, and he followed Maylynn again.
"Oh cool beans"
She smiles at him, then runs into the forest.
"Okie dokie next person…. This ones a lucky one"
She says, cheerfully, then quickly hopping on branches, looking down at the reaper.
"So what's your name?!"
She says, holding to daggers, still hoping from branch to branch
He looked up at her. "My name is not important." He replied. "You may call me Reaper." He kept walking. Every so often, a spirit would appear beside him, and each time he would trace a marking across their forehead, often addressing them by name, and then they would vanish.
"Ugh fine, ill figure out a way to find out your name somehow"
They arrived at a bar, lighing up all sorts if colors, a group of men lighting up. She looked at the reaper, and pointed to a certain man with a huge cigar in his mouth.
"Lets have some fun"
Jumping off of the tree, taking off her cloak, trying to fix her hair a little, she turns to the reaper.
"Say….could you make me look better? This ones gonna be a little hard."
Reaper raised a single eyebrow. "And what exactly do you expect me to do? My powers don't extend to makeovers." He said dryly, looking at the man. "Also, you aren't allowed to kill him." He added, returning his gaze to her and removing his hood once again. A spirit popped into existence beside him. It was a little girl, bald, who had obviously died from cancer. She was crying.
"I-I want t-to go home! I want m-my mommy!" She wailed.
He knelt beside her, and took on of her hands in his. He sighed softly. "Alexis, it's going to be okay. You're going to heaven now. You'll be with your daddy, and Grandpa and Grandma. Okay?" He said gently.
Alexis sniffled. "O-okay." She whispered.
Reaper traced a mark across her forehead. "Be at peace." He whispered.
Alexis vanished.
Reaper stood up.
"What do you mean I'm not allowed to kill him? And you not being able to do makeovers is quite fair"
She looks at the man. ."im gonna kill him"
"I mean you aren't allowed to kill him, unless you can give me a very good reason." He said amiably, stepping between her and the man. "Am i understood?" He said.
"He's traumatized, children…."
All she says before she jumps to the side, entering the bar.
Looking around, she spots the man, sitting down with a bottle in his hand, waving it around like a mad man. After about five minutes she manages to lead him behind the bar. Stabbing him gruesomely to death after she broke his limbs. She hated people like him, they deserved to die in the worst way possible, and she was going easy on him.
Reaper followed her, and pressed his lips into a thin line. He pulled her away from the man and pinned her to the wall. "Listen to me." He growled. "This arrangement isn't going to work if you don't fucking listen to me, kid." He said. The hood was pulled over his head, and from a distance they would simply look like a couple, about to kiss. "So you don't get to go charging off and killing like that without talking to me first. Am I understood?"
"What're you gonna do? Kill me? Yeah, I'm sure. And anyway, "
She says pushing away from him, and jumping to the side.
"I told you what he's done. Do you actually think i kill people JUST to piss you off? Or just because its fun? Listen you little sh**. I give people what they deserve."
She says angrily.
"And anyway, I know you're gonna hold up on that deal. I mean, your life's so boring already isn't it? You want a change? I'm offering it to you."
She walks over to the body, stepping on his face, crushing the already cracked skull.
"If you wanna have a little tea party, we shouldn't do it here….kid"
She says hastily as she puts her good back on.
"I don't kill. I would, however, Reap. A touch with the scythe, and your soul is separated from your body. Your body dies, slowly, and then your soul is mine to take to its afterlife. And if you are an atheist, I get to choose, and I could send you straight to hell. Is that where you want to spend eternity, Maylynn?" He cocked his head slightly. "And don't make assumptions about my life that aren't true." He frowned slightly. "And no, I don't want a tea party. I don't like tea." He narrowed his eyes. "Oh, and don't call me kid. I'm far older than you."
Spitting in his face, walking away she smiles to herself.
"Oh this IS going to be fun!"
She turns around to him.
"And send me to hell for all i care. Like i said!"
She says smiling widely, her pupils severely dilated. She truly looked like a killer.
"It's better than this place!"
She says before jumping into the trees. She didn't really care about anything anymore. She used to, but then she met the harsh unforgiving reality that living had to offer.
He wiped his face off emotionlessly. He laughed darkly. "Kid, you don't know hell like I do if you think it's better than living." He said, eyes narrowing at memories, before he pushed the memories back to the back of his mind. He followed her silently.
"Anyway, one more to go i think. It would've been around 10 more at least…but you showed up… And ya know… I keep my word"
She says to him, clearly ignoring his comment.
He sighed. "As long as it isn't a child, fine." He replied. He was still in the hood and jeans, and around his neck there was a faint flash of silver.
After taking care of the rest, she led him to a tiny underground house, in the woods. It wasn't much but it was surprisingly good for being a handmade underground house.
Firey lamps hung from the ceiling, shelves lined the walls. A bed in the corner, a fireplace on the other side with a broken fridge. It was about two times the size of a trailer house.
"Welcome to my home!"