Reapers Favored

Ch 1 The Deal And Death

Death comes for everyone, that is a fact it doesn't judge. So in your mind Death became a good friend of yours, the only friend because he took everyone else away from you and only leaving him by your side.

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Looking into the emotionally dead eyes sitting opposite, you realised he was a friend of Death aswell, but they didn't get on that well "You need to accept him as a good friend, it gets easier then" you state to the man with a smile on your face. "Do you want to meet him?" you giggled at that "He is always with me, like an obsessive bestfriend. I don't want to die but then again when he comes you can't escape him after all he doesn't discriminate".

The man stayed silent then a small sigh "Do you want to work for him then?" you stare at the man "I already do according to the people here. But I do enjoy sending people to meet him and become his friends aswell" you pause then decide to finish the sentence "Maybe then he won't be so obsessed with me" the man nods.

Thinking out load "I am not stupid, who,where,when? I can tell you were trying to manipulate me for some reason. So what do you want?" the man again sighs and a small nod "I want you to work for me, as an executioner. Obey my orders and you are free" staring into the void "You want a dog" I ask "No I have a dog, I want a companion who is as close to Death as me" you hum "If we do this I won't kill you, I know you seek him. I don't kill those who accept him or work for him, he has to take them himself" holding out your hand for acceptance of the deal "Understood" shaking your hand " Give me a week and you will come home, okay Sora" you grin while looking at the man "Okay Boss" "Mikey. Call me Mikey" was all he said as he left the garden.

Leaving the garden you are met and escorted to your room, seating yourself at your desk your thoughts wander "Mikey huh" Eyes catching you reflection "I wonder if you will get what you want? I will help when I can" humming a haunting tune you stare in to nothing.

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Mikey arrived back at the office he walks through the halls "Call a meeting" he demands walking to the conference room. He waits while everyone gathers, everyone gets situated "I need you to retrieve some one for me, if they resist tell them Death sent you. Their name is Sora and this is the address you will find them in room 9, if you can bring her belongings aswell" he stands and starts walking out "By the end of next week, I want her here" with that he left the room.

The seven guys left looking at each other then the address "Isn't that an Asylum?" the white haired one states "Get all her information, there has to be a reason for Boss to want her" says the scarred man. Tapping was heard then a gasp "Sano Sora" a hushed silence then continuing "25, known as Reapers Favored, has been a resident since she was 14."
"What the fuck is this shit" an older man with a white patch in his hair cursed.

The pinkette grabbed the laptop and continued "All friends and Family dead. She said Death was her friend and followed her, 23 known kills. This girl is fucking awesome, a real life grim reaper" he screams while laughing like a loonatic.

The short hair purplette slides the laptop over to him "I don't think she killed her family, accidental death by fire, gas explosion 2 adults and 3 kids, she was 9 at the time" the long haired purplette leaned over to look at the screen "Why wasn't she there? If the rest died where was she? Also friends 2 dead confirmed, 1 missing presumed dead. What is this final destination?" he rambles while reading the information.

The last man to speak had a small goatee "She has 23 confirmed kills by the time she was 14, so killing her family at 9 doesn't seem that strange." he reasoned the laughter got louder everyone else had a contemplating look. "Anyway let's plan to get her out of there then" the pinkette stated so they sat and started to plan.

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Dancing around your room while humming the funeral march, you grab a spare pillow case and start packing all your important items into it, pencils, sketch pad, pictures, best friend, paper money, you then stop "huh, what else is there?" scanning the room realisation sets in "I really don't have anything, do I?" a small chuckle left your lips placing the pillow case between the wall and headboard "should be safe there, no room checks anymore" you theorise to yourself. Sitting on your bed you decided to wait for your new friend.