The Reaper (The Assassin Series Book #2)

Chapter 7

My target's name was Margaret Turner, the wife of a photographer. They owned a fairly successful photography shop, focusing mainly on wedding photos. They weren't poor, but weren't rich. They were doing well. She was thirty-four years old. Maragret was a... plump woman, for lack of a nicer word. Her blonde hair was usually in a bun, and of course, she wore a dress.

She was very unhappy in her marriage. It was clear from when I first saw her with her husband. She didn't love him, but I wasn't sure if the feeling was reciprocated for the husband. That was what had caused her to become so mentally unstable. After so many years of taking pictures of young, happy couples, it had broken her.

Women all over London had been burned alive with unknown causes. Margaret was the doing it. The women had all been photographed before being burned at the studio. She would sprinkle an excessive amount of magnesium on the girls and find them later, taking a picture. It would cause the magnesium to catch fire, burning the women alive.

Coincidentally, Margaret was supposed to burn herself alive at 12:05 at night after going on a killing spree, setting part of London on fire as well with her antics. I was not in favor of watching the city burn again. It gave me the memory of that building. Well, I didn't have the time to save little girls again. They were on their own. I had a soul to reap.

It was the night of the death. Grell had been bugging me the whole time to just reap her soul, but I hadn't wanted to. It was obvious that her existence proved nothing but harm to the world. She would definitely die, but it was only a week. I wanted to use all the time I had. I wanted to show I was serious about this and use all the resources given to me.

We sat and watched as the studio was set on fire. Margaret was killing her husband first. There wasn't much time until her death. "Such beautiful flames; a glowing red," Grell admired, his head resting in his hand.

I stood up and stretched my back, "Alright, we better get ready. She'll be coming out soon." Right as I said that, she ran out of the building, smiling and laughing. She happily bounced around, throwing magnesium everywhere and taking pictures, making every place and person catch fire. If I had been human, I would have ran and tried to help them, but I couldn't interfere with their death. It wasn't my place anymore.

A carriage pulled up, but I didn't have time to see who was in it. Grell distracted me by saying, "Oh, is that who I think it is? My body is tingling! I can feel him! Oh, Bassy, you've returned!" I had never seen him so happy. He ran past me.

"Grell, wait! We need to stay focused! Stop!" I yelled after him. He ignored me, jumping from building to building to find whoever he was looking for. "Grell!" I had no choice but to follow him, and he was a lot faster than me.

I saw in the distance that he had jumped into an alleyway. It would be difficult to find him on the roof, so I jumped into the street and ran after him. "Grell!" I called, hoping he would answer me.

Finally, I heard him say, "How could you? I'm so dainty!" Oh dear, he's bothering someone, I groaned.

I ran into the alley and immediately bowed, "I'm so sorry, sir! He's rather hard to control when he acts like this! I apologize on his behalf and mine!"