Love=Death

Something New

As Death was strolling down the streets of mid Italy with a coffee in on hand, black. They checked their scroll, they're seemingly never ending scroll. It showed all the deaths that had occurred that day, she had twenty four hours to pick up each soul. It was really quite simple, boring almost. Accept for the fact they got to travel and no death was ever the same.

As Death walked past a small sop window they looked into the glass and caught their reflection. Today Death had chosen a middle aged man, black slicked back hair and blue eyes. He always had those two features. He was in a suit and had a briefcase. 

He finished his coffee and threw it away, then pulling his scroll out (which looked like he was just pulling papers out of his brief case to mortals) and scanned his eyes over the names. Names never caught his attention, none were unique in his eyes anymore, he had literally seen them all. But as he ran his fingers down the list of causes of death, one did catch his eye. It said murdered and mutilated. This wasn't a rare thing but it was always interesting. Death decided to pick up that one first.

He closed his eyes, pictured the city name and capitol and where the death had occurred an where the body now was. He opened his eyes to an alley way. It was dirty and there was a dumpster right next to him. Typical. Maybe this wouldn't be interesting after all. But once Death opened the dumpster lid what he saw inside was definitely unique, in all senses of the word.

The body was there, it was a brunet boy, in his teens. He was in a suit. His eyes were open and his whole bottom part of his face looks like it had been ripped open and then roughly sewn back together so that he was forever smiling. 

It creeped Death out, and NOTHING creeps Death out. But that wasn't the end of these horrors, the whole inside of the dumpster had incredible designs painted on it with what was probably the boys blood. Death looked closer and saw that under the suit collar his throat had been slit and sewn back together, this stitching much neater.

So not only is this solo killer insane, they are a very talented artist, and stitcher upper. He was impressed, this was definitely worth his attention. After doing another once over of the scene Death pressed his fingers to the boy's chest and retrieved the soul. 

He closed the dumpster lid and began to walk away. When he passed a doorway near the opening of the alley he was grabbed, now this form was a grown man so that's hard to do. He was grabbed by his waist, a hand going over his mouth. Its not like he was going to scream, nothing could hurt him and he could leave whenever he wished to.

He was sat in a chair in a dark room when suddenly a light flickered on. The light revealed a petite teenage or early 20s girl. She had strawberry blonde hair up in a ponytail and her whole face had an array of light freckles, her brown eyes are what captured Death's attention though. He simply melted in them. They were light chocolate coloured and just stunning. The girl's nose and pointed chin made her face in the shape of a heart. Death decided to speak, he could save himself but he did not want to watch this girl be killed by whoever grabbed them. He just collected the souls and saw the aftermath. He never wanted to be a part of the begging, screaming, and crying part before they pass.

"Did you see who grabbed you?"

She looked at him puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

"Who grabbed you and brought you here?" he said thinking that it was obvious.

Her face suddenly went red, her eyebrows furrowing. She charged him in the chair and hit him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. She landed on him, straddling over him she got up in his face and yelled.

"IT WAS ME, I GRABBED YOU. DIDNT THINK A SMALL GIRL COULD DO THAT DID YA? DID YA? HAHAHHAH" 

she dissolved into booming laughter, she rolled off of him and laughed maniacally. 

"What asylum did you escape from"

Death scoffed.

"None, Ive never been caught."

She said, sitting up immediately back with a face of what seemed like, boredom.

"I saw you admiring my art."

"THAT WAS YOU?"

Death couldnt believe it, this young girl mutilated that boy. This sweet looking girl in a sundress, killed someone. Death was in awe. He was impressed.

"Amazing" he whispered.

"You aren't freaked out? Or about to go to the police?"

"I dont talk to the mortals"

Death stood up, tidying his suit and wiping the dust off. 

"So you are implying that you are not mortal?"

Damn this girl was bright, and she wasnt freaked out at all.

"Who are you?" she said stepping towards him.

"Death"

"Nice to meet you."

She stuck her hand out for a handshake, Death was stunned, that's when people usually fainted, laughed, or ran away. He shook it, looking into her warm eyes. 

"Was this your first time?"

he asked motioning towards the dumpster.

"Its my first time with a live human. Before i used animals or I stole cadavers."

He nodded his head and folded his arms.

"Do you plan on more?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, that isnt my job."

"What is your job then?"

"I collect souls from the dead."

"Ah so you transport them to either hell or heaven?"

"Pretty much."

He noticed her giving him a once over. She spoke.

"Why that form? Are you always like that or can you change?"

He answered her by morphing into her favourite form. An average sized girl with short black hair and blue highlights. Her blue eyes made piercing with black eyeliner. A choker around her neck and a leather jacket over a red crop top and black skinny jeans ending in black converse.

It was the girl's turn to gape now.

"Why is it this that shocks you?" she said folding her arms over her crop top.

"Its not the shape shifting that shocked me it the shape you chose. Its beautiful."

Death took a step back, she had never been called beautiful before.

"Um thanks?" she said not sure what to do with compliments.

"Can I take you out for coffee?" The girl asked a bright look on her face.

"I don't see why not, but first what's your name?" On the scroll it had labeled the killer as Jane Doe and she had assumed that was wrong, cause who would name their kid that.

"Jane, Jane Doe." She said sweetly, hooking her arm in Death's and leaning up to kiss her on the cheek.