Don't Choose Me

So. This is my first story! :D

It will be written from the reapers point of view only if specified. The reason this one is would be because its a prologue and Cienna is too young to really narrate. Plus, it lets you know whats going on.

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When you think the word ‘death’, what comes to mind?

Do you see images of black hooded figures? The flash of a silver blade, attached to a long narrow rod? But mostly you see empty darkness, right?

Death is a scary, lonely thing that holds only hatred and fear. The grim reaper has no feelings; he takes away your loved ones, and gives you nothing in return. His job reflects his cold black heart.

If that’s what you think, well, you’re wrong.

For the past three hundred years, I have been working for the Devil. I gave him my soul in return for immortality. I suppose I should have realized that I was signing up to be a reaper, but my greedy 18 year old mind thought of nothing but living forever, without ever having that fear of aging. And now, I would do anything to get back to who I once was.

I hated being the cause of so much pain, hated seeing the tears on the cheeks of those whom were about to die, hated talking souls away from their bodies.

It is true that some of my brethren enjoyed this job, but for the most part, they were neutral. It was just something that had to be done, and they did it, without feeling anything at all.

I was the only one who felt remorse.

I was the only one that could truly say, ‘I hate myself for this’.

All of these thoughts intensified as I stared at my latest assignment.

A family.

The mother was young, perhaps 25 or so. Her bright blonde hair curled around her angelic face. A smile pulled at her lips and lit up her shinning blue eyes. The man that stood beside her was about a foot taller, and he was grinning as well, saying something that I could not hear. His straight white teeth shone, but not nearly as bright as the forest green color of his eyes. If I felt bad about the fact that I was going to have to end their young lives, I only felt worse when I looked at the last small being.

It was a girl, no more than five years old.

The child’s hair was the same blonde as her mothers, but was perfectly straight instead of curled. Her left eye was the exact color of her fathers, while the right was a mirror image to her mothers. Such a rarity to see in a human, different colored eyes. I had only seen such a thing in dogs before today.

“Hey, mister!” I blinked, she couldn’t possibly be talking to me could see? “Can you get my ball?”

I looked down and saw a sparkly pink ball about a foot away from where I was standing. Slowly I pushed myself off of the tree I had been leaning against and scooped in up in one hand. With great hesitation I walked toward the trio, never before had I been this close to my victims. Once I was about two or three feet from them, I held my hand out, offering her the toy.

She giggled and took it with both hands, brushing her tiny fingers against my palm, “Thank you!”

I froze for a moment. No one had touched me in over 300 years, I had not been able to hug my father on the last day I would see him alive, or kiss my girlfriend goodbye, because that was a rule. And this tiny little child had just broken it.

“Never let anyone touch you.” His black eyes appraised me as her twirled the bottle around with his fingers.

My eyes were locked on the silvery liquid in the vile, “Why?”

His hand froze the second after I spoke, “You will not question me.”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded, slightly afraid by the anger hidden in his tone.

He coughed out a cold, humorless chuckle, “After all, we wouldn’t want this little flask to break now, would we?”

My heart contracted against my otherwise empty chest, “No, sir.”

“Good. Now go.”

The devil owned my soul. And he would forever use it as black-mail.

 

“Son?” I blinked, my eyes focusing on the man in front of me, “Are you alright?”

“Perfect.” I replied, keeping my voice as re-assuring, yet blank as possible, “But I must go. My mother expects me home soon.”

The concern did not fade from his kind green eyes, “Alright. Stay safe.”

“You too.”

Oh the irony.

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A flume of black smoke rose from the tangled mess that was once a blue Buick. The semi driver would get out of the wreck with nothing more than a few bruises and an empty memory, while the family would completely perish.

Sirens echoed far off in the distance, and I sighed softly, it was no use, they could not be saved.

I felt the mother fade away first. I watched the almost white substance that only I could see dissipate into the air. The color only proved of what a beautiful soul she truly had. She would get into the good part of the underworld, for that I had no doubt.

After another few moments, I sensed the father go as well. His soul was just as pure and whole as hers had been.

I waited for another three minutes, but the girl did not let go.

A frown pulling at my lips, I wrapped my cloak tighter around me. It was the one thing that shielded me from humans’ eyes, as long as it touched my body; they could not se a single trace of me.

Slowly, I glided toward the accident and peered into the broken out back window.

What I saw shocked me.

The little girl sat perfectly still in her car seat. She was facing forward, with a long trail of blood running down her face from the deep gash that cut across the left side of her forehead and down into her cheekbone. But she did not cry, or scream, she simply sat there, staring at nothing.

“How…?”

Her different colored eyes jerked to me and I widened my own. She couldn’t possibly still see me, could she?

The sweet sound of her voice was gone; all that was left was a cold dead tone that caused me to flinch back, “This is your fault.”

My mouth dropped open and the sound of sirens grew closer.

Without thinking twice, I snapped my fingers and vanished back to the hell where I so rightfully belonged.

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“How did she live?!” He boomed, angry beyond belief.

I shrunk back, “I don’t know!” I had never failed in a kill before, this was completely unheard of for me, or anyone in his ranks of reapers.

After a moment the fury in his eyes dulled, “Your thoughts are correct. You have never failed me before… You have been loyal and have done all I have asked of you, even though you have not liked it.” He thought for a moment the decided, “I will give you another chance.”

I almost wanted to fall to my knees and kiss his feet.

“That won’t be necessary.” He read my mind with a snicker, “but I have something else I wish you to do.”

“Anything.”

His black eyes glinted, “I want her to die on her 19th birthday. By your hand.”

‘Of course.’

I bowed my head, ignoring his smirk and basking in his forgiveness, “Yes, sir.”