I walked threw the crowded streets of London. "Extra,Extra!!" a young boy selling papers yelled. "Mysterious Murderer Strikes Again!!".
I walked over to the boy and bought a newspaper....Seems that my recent 'late night snack' caused a commotion.The young woman I killed two days ago appeared on one of the pages. Although her eyes were brown, I'm pretty sure they looked grey in the moonlight...maybe because of blood loss. Meh, whatever. I probably was distracted because I bumped into a young woman with unnatural red hair.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" she yelled. I politely apologized and walked away. Damnit I didn't have time to look at her face... well I do believe that with that hair she'll be hard to miss. So then I'll have to ask her...If she'd like to be my next victim.
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I'd managed to follow the woman around for a while, her flaming hair rustled with the slight wind. She turned around a corner, I quickly followed...It was now or never.
I jumped in front of her, making her scream. I grabbed her wrist and whirled her around making her back press against my chest. She struggled. "Now now, deary...you'll make it easier for both of us if you stop squirming around."
"Let me go you bastard!" She bit my hand and I screamed and let her go, Damnit! I was surprised to see that the bite looked more like a shark's that a human's. What the hell? I turned back my attention to the woman and I was able to take a good look at her...only to realize that...she was not a woman. 'She' wore a white button up shirt, a brown waistcoat, brown trousers and a bright red trench coat. 'She' had red rimmed glasses and lemon green irises and pointy shark like teeth.
"You're not a woman..." was the only thing I was able to say as I held my hurt arm.
"THAT'S THE ONLY THING YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!?!" he yelled "YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!!" he went ranting on for a while, I wasn't putting much attention, I was distracted by his peculiar looks.
I was brought back to reality by the sound of an engine starting. I turned back to him he had pulled out a chainsaw from god knows where. "YOU CAN'T KILL ME ,I AM DEATH!" He lunged forward but I easily dodged him. "Who are you.." I whispered.
"I'm a butler of death, A REAPER TO DIE FOR!!" he winked an eye and stuck his tongue out and did a signal with his hand.And then it dawned on me, the glasses, the eyes and the weapon. This person was really a reaper, a death god. "A reaper huh?" I asked.He nodded. "I hadn't seen one of your kind in a long time" I said. "And I'm not planning on seeing you again" I turned on my heel and started to walk away when: "Hey wait!" he yelled at me "Are you the killer on the streets?!" I froze, well after what just happened I suppose it was easy to guess. "As a matter of fact, yes, yes I am the killer on the streets."
"Well I was not expecting it would be someone like you..." he trailed off.
"A demon?" I asked.
"I meant, I wasn't expecting a-." he was cut off by another voice "Grell Sutcliff" a man in a dark suit stood atop a nearby building.
"Oh! Will!" Grell smiled. Will jumped of the rooftop and landed swiftly next to Grell. "Bothering humans again, Grell?" Will asked as he pushed up his glasses with his scythe.
"Will, no, you don't understand!" he yelled "That thing tried to kill me!" Grell pointed at me. Ok looks like now is the time to escape. I turned on my heel, "Demon" a voice, which I guess belonged to Will, spoke from behind. I sighed and turned around."That's me" I waved at Will.
"I'm not going to ask what you were doing but if" he put his fingers up to the brigde of his nose, he was eather annoyed or had a headache. I couldn't guess. "Anyone and I mean anyone, from the reaper deapartment gets hurt... you will pay for it, demon"
"Aye, aye sir" I said before turning aroound and sprinting of to the cold night air.
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