Grym: The III

Chapter 4

It was late at night now. I followed Mr. Eric "Bornthall"- (God that's hilarious)- all the way to the docks.

He was by himself finishing a shipment, when I crept up beind him. No, I couldn't do this like any old death. I wanted him to see me.

So I let him.

I silently approached him, the only sound being my barefeet in the puddles of water

"Hey young lady, this is a restricted area," He said reaching behind his back, probably for a gun.

God do I want to see him try.

I smiled softly. Softly and widely.
I walked forward, as he stepped back.

"I'm warning you, please stop little girl."

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

I walked even faster, grabbing him by his shirt as he poured lead into me.

"I told you to stay back!"

I fell to the ground slowly, as he breathed heavily now covered in my own blood.

"Stupid fucking girl.. ruined my jacket.." He said before spitting some tobacco out near me.

"Your poor parents.. God damnit.." He said as he turned away, before vomiting at the sight of my dead body.

How he'd wish.

I started laughing, fuck it was almost hysterical.

"Ahaha..." I smiled, as I slowly picked myself up.

He turned around, as I lifted my head up high and stared at the clouds.

"You should have seen your face, dude.. Ahahaha..!" I stared him down, laughing. Normally I'd actually be dead but, they chose a natural born killer to be the reaper. A natural born killer that can't die.

"What..What the fuck..?" He said as he lifted his pistol again, loading it with shaky hands before firing.

I kept walking. Marching, forward, with each shot. Until it clicked.

Click, click, click.

"You want some help with that.. Eric..?" I asked slyly, holding his 1911, prying it from his fingers as I reloaded it for him.

"Jesus.. Jesus Fuck!" He shouted, falling right on his ass. Some big shot he was.

"S-stay away from me! Fuckin banshee!"

I paused in front of him as he kept on rambling hysterically.

"You work for Lady V don't you..? Please, just stop-" He begged and screamed a
but I grabbed him by the collar of his leather vest chuckling slightly before speaking.

"Tell me, Mr... Eric-" I smiled.

"T-tell you wh-" I punched him in his crusty fucking face.

"I didn't finish."

He quieted down, but his face looked angry. He was pissed.

Very good.

"Now, Eric, you know the saying, don't fear the reaper..?" I said, humming slightly to the words.

He nodded his head.

"Hahaha... Good.. Very good.. I'm glad." I said as I grabbed him by his face.

"I'm looking for someone, someone after I'm done with you. I need you to tell me where they are.. Can you do that?" I asked with a condecending tone.

"S-sure lady a-anything just don't kill me!"

I didn't respond to that.

"Seasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun or the rain.." I sang happily as I let him go, dancing in the rain as I laughed.

I danced back over to him before he could crawl too far.

"Tell me.. This Lady V.. This, Sun of yours.. Where do I find her?"

"Dig, dig, diggin a hole! Dig, dig, diggin a hole! Dig, dig, diggin a holee, for my very first victim!"