I raised my hand to my forehead in a salute. "Thank you, William." I bowed. He shrugged. "You'll be needing a death scythe, then?" He reminded me. "Oh, yes, right." I mumbled. He threw a pair of scissors at my head, but I caught them only moments before they touched me. As soon as I gripped them, they began to glow, and then they morphed into a two-bladed sword. "If that is all you need, please proceed to the first test." He rolled his eyes, as he pushed his glasses up.
I bowed once more than left for the test room. It was there that I was greeted by a tall reaper, standing before the double doors. "I'm (your name here), sir." I said. "Right, there is a man in London, who goes by the name of Charles McFarlane. Your first test is to eliminate him." He instructed. "You mean, I get to... go out in the field?!" I cried. He looked down upon me, rather disgusted by my reaction. "I mean... yes, sir."
It had been two days since I had received my first task and I had spent those two days in London, asking around about Charles McFarlane and I eventually had him cornered. My two-bladed sword morphed back into scissors and I sat on the steps of his house. I cut off a few of my buttons, so that my busty chest was half-visible. My skirt was already short enough and I re-laced my corset to make it slightly tighter.
He was walking up the street and that was when he found me. "Well, hello there, cupcake." He smiled greedily. Sleazy pig. I thought to myself. "Hey there." I nodded with a flirty smile. "Its a little chilly out here, why don't you come on inside?" He suggested. "Definitely." I rose slowly and he opened the door. We got into the waiting room and he pushed me down onto the couch and undid two more buttons. When he reached for the third I thrusted the scissors into his stomach.
When I left his house, I walked down the long alleyway. It was getting dark. I had to take a rest, because I was exhausted, so I dropped to the ground and laid myself up against the wall. "You stole my man." I heard a voice say. I whipped my head around to find a tall man with waist-length red hair. When I say red, I don't mean red like Amelia Pond, I mean red like blood. He had crimson glasses perched on his nose and a red chainsaw in his left hand. A reaper.
"Pardon?" I asked. He got closer. "I was sent to kill him and then you just jumped in there with all your oestrogen and got him before I even had a chance!" He whined. "I'm sorry." I said with a shrug. "You are just as gloomy and as cold as the rest of them, aren't you?" He put one hand on his hip. "I'm not cold and gloomy!" I yelled. "Will is cold and gloomy!" I crossed my arms. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that." He laughed.
"Who are you, I've never seen you before." He asked me. "I'm (Your name here). Who are you?" I looked up at him. "Grell. Grell Sutcliff." He looked down upon me with a pointy smile. "Right. Well, its been a real slice, but I gotta go report back to Will." I went to walk off. "I think I like you. Your normal, unlike all of them. I wanna show ya something." He decided. "Oh, fine. But, be quick." I warned him. He grabbed my hand and he dragged me all the way to central London.
