The Darkest Heart

Soul #1

   I pulled my hood over my blonde hair as the cold drops began to fall. I wasn't really cold, just trieng to look normal...human...
Ha! How come people hide from such beauty? Why is it that everyone always runs from the small drops that so much resemble tears? Humans love to cry. They cry at funerals. They cry at weddings. They cry at births. They cry at graduations. Well, you get the idea. I could go on forever, literally.

  For I am the Grim Reaper. I am immortal. I am forever. I am nowhere, yet still everywhere. You have probably heard of me. How could you have not? I am a celebrity, after all.

  I can be terrifying. I do come to take peoples souls. (and let me tell you, I love my job!)
I know, I do wear a LOT of black. How else would I hide from the curious eyes? A girls' gotta do, what she's gotta do to get the job done.
(Although I do love the color either way...)
But the only thing they got wrong is that I am certainly not a guy. Sure, I can turn into the figure that resembles a skeleton. Sure, I can fight like a guy...But I certainly not one of them!
My name is unknown to most humans though. Only those that dont know who I actaully am, know my name. Mira. Originally, I was to be named Mortem, which means Death in Latin, but I turned out to be a girl...so Hades called me Mira instead. Mira Black to be exact...
This translates to 'Bitter' in Hebrew. What? I know. Weird name...
Usually when people die, their family and friends become bitter of the deceased person was loved.
(Also, Hades liked the sound of it...)
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   I finally got to the scene of the crime. What a wasteful death! Killed by a car...

Humans made those contraptions to make life better. How do they make life better, if there wont be any life to be made better soon because of them?

   I stepped around the shatterd glass, and approached the body. I crouched down and put my hand over the heart of the victim. Next, I whispered a small prayer in the victims ear and their soul floated out. It looked around with a sheer look of horror on it's face. The soul looked at me and gasped. I put my finger to my lips.

  This is how it usually was. The look of horror,then realization. Then, the sadness.

   The soul was clearly a man. "Who are you?!" He asked. "Please help me!" He exclaimed and tried to grab my shoulders. His hands went right through me. I smirked. "I am the Grim Reaper." I told him. He smiled and laughed. "You?! You're just a little girl!" He burst out laughing. I narrowed my eyes. Slowly, I put my hand on my necklace. It was a chain holding up a scythe that was strung verticly. The moment my skin made contact with the small object, it materialized in my hand. The soul's eyes widened. "Do you not believe me?" I asked him. Had I been human, my blood would have been boiling.

  The soul sprang into a series of apologies. I chuckled darkly. "I dont need your pathetic apologies." I spit. He nodded solemnly. "Now." I began. "Stay still." I commanded. I threw my scythe into the air and watched as it flew upward. "Follow it." I told the soul. "It should get you where you need to go." I told the soul. It thanked me and flew off.
Usually, I would have flown with the soul to ensure he arrived safely, but I was NOT in the mood to go to the heavens. I was exhausted from school and walking. Besides, that scythe was part of me. It had been my real best friend for longer than I can remember.
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  I collapsed on my couch the moment I arrived home. I dont have any parents, but if I need to have any, Hades, the king of the Underworld would pretend to be me my dad. Yeah, I know, I have a pretty hot fake dad...
He didnt actually live with me, though he did pay for anything I needed. Money was never really issue for me. I dont buy everything I see.

  Other then that, I am actually quite normal. I sleep, eat, listen to music, read, and watch TV. I dont exactly do anything else, like sports...

   I do have a phone. But I chose to tell boys asking for my number that I have none. Spawn of the Underworld arnt supposed to fall in love, sadly.

   A loud pop woke me up from my sleep. I groaned. Now is NOT the time for a visit from the gods above and below!

  Usually a pop like that meant the arrival of a god, like Hades who came most often. I am supposedly 17 uears old, so Hades, being supposedly 25 comes to  check on me. Remember how I said he poses as my dad when needed, right. Well he is actually my older cousin. My father was some demon that was Hades' father's brother. Confusing. I know.

  "Miiiraaa" He sang in a sing-song voice. I groaned and rolled over so that my face wss concealed by the back of the couch, and my back was facing Hades. I heard him chuckle. I could hear the  smirk in his voice as he said, "You wanna play that game, alright." He said. I heard him sit down on the couch oppasite to mine. I could feel his eyes boring into teh back of my head.

  I tried to ignore it, but as I tried to sleep it away, the worse it got. Eventually, I growled and shot up. "Fine!" I shouted. "What do you want?!" I screeched. He smirked again and said "I need you to do a favor...Something you've never done before..." He said. In nodded and sat up straighter.

  He looked me in the eye. "I need you to go into a teenage infested hell hole...Seriously... This is coming from the king of the Underworld..." He said. I nodded slowly. Where does he want me to go? Is it really that bad?
"Mira, I want you to attend High School."

Well hello! So, this is my new book. As you can tell, it is