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

Chapter 92

[past] TW Violence

You walk across the street, running the last few feet so you don't get hit by the oncoming cars who don't seem to care if anyone is still on the road. You murmur an insult under your breath, flipping off an old driver who only grins at you. 

The streets are busy today. People bustle about more than usual. It makes you nervous. 

You still feel new to the whole reaper thing. You've been one for a while, sure, but it doesn't make just... killing people any easier. You walk through the crowd and pass by hundreds of people with sinners marks, not having a clue what they did or didn't do. Someone here has murdered someone else just because they wanted to. Someone else has probably stolen something of no importance to them or the original owner, yet are still in for an eternal punishment because of the price of the object. 

And you're here. Alone. Brook isn't with you, Brook is never with you anymore, and it isn't like you ever really get attached to any real people here. You talk to many before you kill them, but you don't know them, not really. They aren't your friends.

Suddenly, you need to take a breather, and you duck into a small alleyway to get away from the noise. You've been to this part of the city dozens of times, but never in this specific alley. You lean against the wall and let your head rest against it, looking up at the roof. You see a flash of pink, but you blink and it's gone. That's been happening a lot lately. You see Brook in places you know he isn't, just because you want to see him, to touch him, to talk to him. You want to punch him as much as you want to kiss him, and you want to scream at him as much as you want to apologize to him for something you didn't even want to remember.

"Excuse me?"

You look down at the small voice to see a girl standing next to you. She's rather small, looking about 7 or 8, maybe 9? Her hair is dyed an orange-ish color, but it's clearly faded, so it was probably red. Her roots are very grown out and her hair is dirty and tangled, only reaching to her shoulders. Her face and clothes are dirty, too. She's wearing simple cheap clothing, a torn T-shirt and some pants. A jacket is tied around her waist very loosely, and that's dirty, too. She has a sinners mark, and you have no clue what this girl could have done. She looks like the one that's gets targeted, not the one who has done the targeting. 

"Could you help me find my mom?"

You blink at her. She has nothing besides the clothes on her back, and she picks at the skin on her fingers nervously. You feel a pang of sympathy, because for a moment, just a short moment, she reminds you of your little brother, Oliver. You miss him. 

You squat down to the girls eye level. "Sure, sweetheart. Where did you last see her?" Your voice probably sounds too soft, too nice, but you let it slide anyway. It's early and you can be nice to little kids sometimes, no?

She points behind her, where there are a pile of dirty blankets, some kind of food scattered around, and a bucket laying on it's side with a few pieces of change around it. 

"We were sleeping," She explains, already turning around to walk over there. You follow her. "She spent all day walking around outside, so we were sleeping because she was tired, and then these guys started walking down here. They were really loud so it woke us up. One of them shattered something on the ground, like glass, and thee was a really nasty smell... They had one of those. Uhm. I don't remember what they're called, but he put it in his mouth and blew out smoke and it smelled gross. Mom looked really scared. and she kind of pushed me behind this thing." She raps her knuckles against a large empty metal bin. 

"She told me not to leave until she told me to, but the men took her away. I can't find her anymore." 

Last you checked it was only 9 in the morning. "When did this happen?" You ask, leaning down and narrowing your eyes. The alleyway is made with a dirt floor, and there are footprints practically everywhere. There's a few drops of blood right next to the blankets, though. That's not good.