The Reaper

The Reaper - Weird Little Girl

"Frozen inside without your touch, without your love, darling, Only you are the life among the dead" - Evanescence, Bring Me To Life

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The wind whipped my hair back as I stood on top of the four storey building. My black wings were folded neatly behind me and I took out my Death Diary. My eyes scanned the streets for any one victim tonight. My eyes zeroed in on a girl sauntering out of a bar. She stumbled a few times and let out a few high pitch squeals. My sensitive nose smelt the alcohol radiate off her in waves.

Sarah Butcher, 24, Divorced. Fired from telephone factory.

My eyes brought up the information about her. I grinned maliciously and wrote her name down on a fresh paper.

Sarah Butcher died from over alcohol assumption. She was found two hours later in a back alley behind the Dros Bar on the Point, Mossel Bay.

I snapped the book shut and kept my eye on her. She took another sip of the wine bottle she was holding and then dropped it. It fell onto the wet pavement with a loud smash and she wobbled in her black high heels. She grasped at what little material she had covering her chest and her face showed utter pain. She leant on the brick wall beside the bar and tried to take a few steps forward, still clutching at the shirt. Her foot slipped in a puddle and she fell down hard next to a dumpster. A tear leaked through her closed eye-lid.

I flew down next to her to do my final chore. She was just in the wrong time at the wrong place. Her eyes opened to see me and I saw her face pale. Who wouldn’t when a Reaper was towering over you? I could see my red eyes reflect in her blue ones. I shook my head at her.

“You never could handle alcohol” My words echoed in her mind and she shut her eyes. The pained expression vanished as her final breath was taken.

I raised my scythe and sliced a non-existent cut along her chest where her heart would be. It opened up with a bright blinding light that only I and fellow Reapers would’ve seen. A small ball of white light floated out of her and hung in front of me. I reached towards it with pale hands and it melted into my skin. The warm feeling of the Human soul mixing with my dead one sent goose bumps along my skin. All her secrets opened up to me and I saw her life through my eyes.

The rain started pouring down once more, signalling that her soul was taken to the other Reapers and an old life has now left this Earth. She was going to heaven. I knew it from the cold droplets that fell onto me. If she was going to my world, the rain would’ve felt like fire. It would’ve burnt my skin yet never did any actual damage to it.

I glanced down at her now dead body and the rain looked like tears on her make-up smudged face.

“It’s a shame she died.” A tiny voice spoke behind me.

I instantly turned around, gripping my scythe tight so my knuckles were white. A small girl around ten stood there staring at the dead lady. She looked up at me, her green eyes bored. Her golden-blonde hair was wet and fell in loose spirals down her back. A white flowing night gown was hanging limply around her small form and she carried a teddy-bear. She took a step tentative forward and I noticed her feet were bare and mud-covered. I raised the scythe a tiny bit and felt it morph into a large sword. I sheathed it behind my back quickly as I kept my eye on this strange girl. Her eyes were large like a deer caught in headlights and I kept my gaze on her as she took another step towards me.

“What’s your name?” She asked me in a soft voice. She was now in front of me and reached a hand out to touch me. I took a few steps backwards to get away from it. I saw her face sadden and she pulled back her hand.