And She Should Be Dead.

Chapter 1

As the Grimm reaper it's my job to watch everything. I watch every living soul on this planet, from the day they're born to the day my scythe cuts through them and rips their being from their body. Today I only had three people left to kill, then I'd have a break. It would be easy enough to kill them, right about now the last three members of the Henson family were on a car ride home. Car crashes were always the easiest way to go, at least for me. I walked out and stood in the middle of the road just waiting for the car to come, my scythe aimed to quickly collect all three of their souls in one swipe. The car came into view and quickly swerved off the road to avoid hitting me. The parents died and I managed to catch their souls as the car went past me, but I missed the daughter, little Lyra. As I walked over to the demolished car in a ditch beside the road I saw her. Her light blonde hair stained with her and her parents blood, a large glass shard in her arm, and her entire body trembling in fear as she cried for her parents who would never hear her. I raised my scythe again aiming for the child while she focused on her family and didn't notice me, but I stopped when I got a good look at her face. Her eyes were a light hazel color and even in the face of literal death they shone with a light like stars. She violently shook her parents as she tried to wake them, crying about how much she loved them and how much she wanted them to be ok. Tears streamed down her face mixing with blood and for the first time in centuries I genuinely felt sorry for someone. After all I was only about her age when I died and I never liked directly killing children and this time I don't think I could. I walked away behind some trees where she wouldn't see me before pulling out my phone. I was going to regret doing this.
"911 what's your emergency?" The lady on the other end asked surprisingly cheery.
"I'd like to report a car crash on west cherry street, three people. The parents are dead but the little girl is only moderately injured and is trapped in the back seat," I grew more nervous as I talked I didn't want to kill her, but she had to die. If I let her live who knows how it will effect everything.
"And how do you know these people? Were you in the crash? Are you injured?"
"No," I replied trying to think of a lie, "I was on a walk and I saw them crash," it was close enough to the truth so I went with it.
"Alright stay there with the child we'll be there as soon as we can."
The call ended and I sighed trying to ignore the feeling of dread engulfing me. I can still kill her. I could go over right now and steal her soul before the ambulance even gets here. Exept I couldn't and I knew it, something about that child, I couldn't bear to hurt her. I swore at my surprising amount of compassion. Why couldn't you have just died with your parents, it would've made things so much easier for both of us. I sat and waited a good distance from the car until the ambulance arrived and took all three of them away. I would have a hard time explaining this to my boss.