Brook X GN Reader || I'm The Grim Reaper

Chapter 53

Scarlet could feel herself starting to shake as her hand remained held up hesitantly. She took a step back, frozen in place. "A heart... Why did I need... W-wait... no... Did I-" The memories started returning in blurs, just as they had when she and Chase had started getting into this mess after he told her about his ex-girlfriend?

She was herself, and she was bloody. The thought that she could remember, that she could find out more - it had her halting. She stopped trembling, trying to pay attention to what she was remembering before she forgot again. She needed to know more.

"What do you mean... You don't have one?" She asked the person she was speaking with. The person seemed familiar, but she couldn't make out the face. Not all of the details. They were glitched - distorted. Could it be her making deals with the leader that was in front of her in the present time? "We're out. You, of all people, should know they only last for six hours outside of the body... And you didn't contact us ahead of time." She could feel herself getting irritated. She was wearing a long, white robe that went to her ankles. It was difficult to tell if it was actually bloody or not. "I didn't have any prior notice. It's an emergency." The person - woman she was speaking to smiled. The same smile on the leader in front of her. It was her. "Ahh. Well, that is unfortunate. But, you know our policy. We need orders placed two days in advance.

"And besides, you were already lucky that we had the other organs on hand..." She was angrier now, narrowing her eyes. "I need it. By tomorrow." She insisted. The leader smiled. "Rush orders cost quadruple." She could make out more of her features now. She had a different vest and white-collared shirt. She could vaguely make out two cherries on the vest. She was getting nervous, more anxious, and it wasn't hard to figure out why. Quadruple - that must have been how she was getting into debt. "It's not like I have a choice," She decided.

Realization dawned on Scarlet in that moment - she had been buying organs from the Red Spades, for whatever reason. That's where her debt and sinners mark came from. Her eyes, no longer wide with shock, shifted their gaze to the heart on the floor. She gently put her thumb under her hands, making a weak fist. Her other hand drifted to her side. "I didn't just buy it once... I bought it over and over again..."

"You gave us a lot of business... Though, most of that business remains unpaid... But lucky you, since you've become a reaper. That has more use to me than five million dollars. Her eyes relaxed as she said this. "But what the fuck did I need so many organs for!?" Scarlet yelled suddenly, leaning forward. She couldn't kill the leader, she knew. She needed to restrain herself. For Chase.

"I-I fucking know I have these scars on my stomach, but why would I need more than one heart?! Why... Why would I need so many?! I only remember a little bit, fuck, why can't I remember it all, why can't I-" She rushed out quickly, but the leader shushed her.

"When it comes to reapers, information is far more valuable than money." She smiled behind her finger. "So I'm not about to give it out for free." Scarlet contemplated what she was saying - she wanted information. "Well, I don't have information or money. So I don't know what you expect..." "The leader let her hand return to its place on her hip, where it seemed glued every 5 seconds. "You have reaper powers, though. Powers that could be of great use to me."

The leader watched her closely, and Scarlet returned it. "Join The Red Spades, Scarlet." She said bluntly. "No." Scarlet didn't hesitate, but the offer still had her on her guard. Her eyes were wide, with shock or rage she couldn't tell, and her reaper energy was in flakes around her, as it normally was before she lost control. "Ah, ah, dear. You should let me finish. Let me lay out what I'm going to offer you. Let's smart small.

"If you work with me, you'll never miss a sinner. You will receive one every day, right after midnight, to ensure you have the rest of the free." She held her other hand up with her index finger out. You don't have to worry about hunting them down, getting them alone, or being seen. We'll put you and them in a closed room. You don't even need to clean up. That will be a job for the lower members of The Red Spades." Scarlet narrowed her eyes at the leader as she spoke.

"You'll be set up this way for a very long time. Even when society collapses. The Red Spades will survive, and we will find a way to bring you sinners. Your debt will be completely dissolved, and you'll be provided with any possible thing you could want. The Red Spades can get you anything." Scarlet frowned at her. I can't work with a group that is as evil as-" "Evil?" She interrupted.

She seemed to have been slowly turning around throughout the conversation, so slightly that Scarlet didn't notice. "Are we really going to get picky about murder?" Scarlet paused. "I minimize the harm of being a reaper by only taking out people who are actually sinners." "You don't make that choice yourself. Don't lie. You do it because the detective tells you to." "No, I don't!" Scarlet screamed at her, leaning forward again.

"I don't have to kill the sinner he chooses if I don't agree!" "Oh? And how many times have you disagreed with him?" The leader turned back to her, crossing her arms. Scarlet paused. "Ahhh. Everyone in this world defers to someone, It's nothing to be ashamed about. Just let me give you directions instead, since you don't seem to be making your own decisions." She brought her arms out in a sort of shrug.

"And to make the deal even better, I promise you that if you join The Red Spades, Chase will never endure harm once during his mortal lifespan. He will be protected." Scarlet sweatdropped. "I'd like that, but Chase would never just sit down and do deals with The Red Spades." "Oh, no, no, no. He can't stay in this city. Plus, it's far too dangerous here. He'll be taken to the other side of the plant, to a much safer city, with some bodyguards. People usually can't get in there, but I'll make it happen. He'll stay there for the rest of his life. Far away, not sticking his nose into The Red Spade's business, and completely safe from crime."

Scarlet didn't know why, but for some reason, her stomach dropped ad her heart rose into her throat. It was like her breathing was obscured by sandpaper. She looked down to the floor. "So... I'd never see him again?" "You won't. But really, if you choose to keep him here, it shows you don't really care about that boy..." She brought a hand up to thoughtfully scratch her temple.

"And so you should have no problem working with me instead." Scarlet slumped forward slightly. "I... I don't know..." She had never felt as vulnerable, small, and hopeless as she did right now. It wasn't a nice feeling. "I can't just-" "Ah, ah, ah! Wait, Scarlet. I haven't told you my most valuable piece of information! The jackpot of this offer!" Her lips twisted to a smug, sinister smile. One of her eyes widened more than the other. She looked creepy.

"I know what you did, Scarlet! Everything! Every last bit! You were special. You did business directly with me every time you came to The Red Spades. Only I know... because of the nature of you, I didn't even let Brook into the room. Your past, your sins, your whole being. It's all safely tucked away in my brain. And let me tell you... If you think you can conclude anything from these little crumbs I've given to stir your appetite for the truth, you're dead wrong. The answers you're looking for have been erased from the public record. You have no idea the power that the people above all of us hold. But my power can grow to reach theirs if I can have you... Remember, if you deny my offer, I will have that detective boy killed instantly. And If you think of trying any funny business after the deal... He will also die. As far as I'm concerned, there's only one logical answer here. So, Scarlet... What will it be?"

She really didn't have a choice. She didn't want to be separated from Chase, for him to live like that, but what would she do if he died? How could she get out of this?

"...Flip a coin?" -Graveweaver

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