Cubed

Regan

The deranged man stood over the poor defenseless girl, water still running loudly, her screams echoing through the house.
Her eyes glanced behind the man to see the woman in white and indigo, a quiet sentinel. Her eyes dark and low, her posture rigid. She simply watched, business-like, as if it was her profession to observe them. But the truth was, there was nothing she could do. The celloist could only watch the girl die. The girl cried out to her desperately,
"Help...Please!" She cried, hot tears falling down her cheeks.
"Silly girlie... There's nobody home but you..." The crazed man stood over her, a toaster raised above his head. His demented laughter making the Celloist cringe. She knew Regan had seen her. The only way anyone could possibly... Is if they were near death.

The man slams the toaster in the water and sprints out the window of which he came. Regan's body seizes violently as her body quakes and twitches, eyes rolling in the back of her head. The loudest, bloodcurdling scream escaped her, and she finally went limp against the bathtub.
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The Celloist waited patiently. She waited for the light to escape Regan's withered body and become a ghost, as many tradgeties like this story ended. But to her surprise, sparks erupted from her now bright glowing body and a diamond-shaped light engulfed in Amethyst electricity arose from it. She realized, then, that Regan was not an ordinary spirit...she was, like her, one to guide the souls of the dead... A Reaper.