Some say that the Grim reaper is a mysterious ,murderous man; who lives in the shadows and awaits another human being's soul. Well I would've agreed....
Only if he wasn't a She and if that she wasn't my mom.
My name is Catherine Howard- Grim. I'm...
( The chapters will be alternating from Gonzo to Catherine. This chapter however is in Gonzo's POV)
-pic of Gonzo
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My whole life was filled with sex, alcohol, partying and drugs. I've only cared about school when my grandparents were in the mist of heaven's gate. After I'd never actually thought that it was a big issue but it was. A day after my 6 birthday was the day I lost my idols. The day I would change. I was forced to make a choice. My mom was a successful fashion designer but my dad was a dead beat man; who only cared about his stupid mafia.After 3 years, they've gotten back together and fought with each other relentlessly. I've fallen into depression and would mostly sleep over at my friend's Toni house since 13 years old. Toni was my only friend who actually been there when my parents were kicking each other's asses. He's been there because he's in the same trench I'm in. Living in a life full of hell and having to constantly grabbing my pistol whenever I'd hear loud noises.
We began our rebellious stage and that's when a teacher feared me into loose my virginity. She'd threaten to drop down my grades, to frame me for the 'illegal' possession of 'illegal' drugs. I was 15 and confused. Toni came up with the weird name Gonzo. He said that I was a goner and he wanted to try and prove that he knew some Latin. Bullshit. The name just kinda suck on to me as I grew up and thought that I was one of them men I saw in my mom's telenovela as a kid who would always get all of the hot girls.
I kept on with what I had going on until my powers gotten stronger. My eyes have allowed me to see phanomimoms beyond your comprehension. It allowed my to see auras radiating of the people I've met. One in particular I've started to become 'interested' in.
"Is that all of the information on Catherine Grim-Howard?"
"Yes sir."
"Very well.."
Her profile picture. When I thought that I've seen her before I was dot on. She's daughter of my 'dad's' business rival. But Grim.... reaper...hmmm...
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I continued to stare at her profile picture. I'm not going to sacrifice my whole lifestyle for a Grim. Necromancers and Reapers do not get along. Had wars since the zodiac era.
She really couldn't die can she? Maybe she's just faking it... she can't die... but what do I care! She's not of any importance to me anyways.
"You know you like her. Why not admit it...." my wolf spoke. I paused in the search of a valid answer besides the whole obvious reasons. Society, heritage, family feud but nothing came to mind. Nothing.