Grim and his companion

The Grim Reaper and Canada

       Chapter 1

      Grim Reaper and Canada

I sat in total silence slowly dragging my fingers across the barrel of the weapon that I had resting on my legs, the only illuminated area of the room was where I rested. The screaming got louder knowing that a maniac had been approaching my location, now I heard the sound of metal grinding against the concrete walls I slowly proceeded to draw the weapon I had resting on my legs. The chain had snapped the only thing keeping me locked up within the concrete box that I resided in for a century, the door was thrown open letting in an immense amount of light blinding me for a moment. There it was the being that had released me from my confines, smirking I unloaded the clip into the poor thing but to my demise it seemed more pissed off than hurt. Now it spoke “so this is the grim reaper eh, he isn't intimidating at all” the voice was more feminine than masculine, sighing I questioned the female “it's been a long fucking time since I've been out and about, so why would you release me without reading the warnings?” Their eyes peered at me with curiosity and not anger “well I heard you can help me get out of hell” a wave of confusion had come over me, pinching the bridges of my nose I answered irritated “well yes is that really what you need from me” nodding slowly at me worrying that I would damn them to the lower regions of hell “fine then let us leave this god forsaken place and go to the world that humans dwell” picking up the tattered cloak I had resting on the ground beside me and slinging the weapon onto my back I walked to the door and said “are you coming or am I going to the mortal world by myself?” Falling out of their trance they followed suite, grinning I etched a circle in the stone that was sitting outside my confines. Using the scythe that I had I cut open my arm and dropped whatever amount of blood into the center of the circle, a crackling sound began creating our entry point to the mortal world, I walked into the ripped dimension while beckoning her to follow. I heard the sound of roars alongside the screeches of metal grinding against metal, after I felt a two mounds of flesh against my upper back but the feeling left me seconds afterwards with that I heard a thump, turning towards the noise the being I brought with me was on their ass stuttering “s-sorry about t-that” I got a good look at them so I could put a voice to a face. Long black hair, eyes so green that a emerald would look dull, a small curvy figure that any man would love, her arms and legs carved to the perfect point, and her “assets” perky and not too big the tone of her skin was the part that had brought it all together, rich as chocolate made her more attractive to the eye. “Grim do you have a actual name?” snapping out of my daze I answered “my name is (y/n) I have forgotten my last name over the millennia I have been around” easing my stature I took the weapons I had on my person and and shoved them into the tattered cloak I had brought, the female now looked concerned due to both her clothing being torn up from the mag I unloaded when she entered my confinement and how the weapons disappeared as soon as I shoved them into my cloak “so do you have a extra set or two of clothing because you look like a stick in the mud” I looked down at the attire I had been wearing seeing a steel chest piece and a pair of leather trousers which I thought was in fashion “what do you mean, isn't what I'm wearing in fashion?” she looked at me confused and irritated and sighed annoyed “yeah back when the fucking crusades were around, when was the last time you were up here” scratching my neck I thought back to a man called King Arthur “I'd say 1367ish” the look she wore left her with that I felt my hand being grasped with the rest of my body following suite. We stood at a sign that said “Calgary, Alberta” she told me what the year was and how far humans had improved in technology but not in wisdom “so this is Calgary is this in Europe?” she looked at me concerned and answered “we’re in Canada a country that was founded 151 years ago” but I was distracted looking at a giant sign with a picture that had a picture of a piece of steak between two pieces of bread with a giant “M” on it pointing at it she told me it was a advertisement and these were normal in cities and towns. I started to wander off and found a Inn with multiple floors “what is this magic I've never seen an Inn this large” she was tiring but still answered my question “that's a hotel, many people use these opposed to Inn’s when they travel or have a vacation” I continued to eye it like a child eying a toy at “Walmart” I reached into my cloak and had pulled a wallet from it “how much do you think one of these places would cost?” but I hadn't been given a response, feeling dead weight I hadn't felt before I slung her onto my back and walked into the large Inn.