Grim

Part one: the night it all went wrong

He walked through the alley way closely followed by a man in a dark cloak, his face was completely hidden except for ten bony fingers and a pair of red glowing eyes. The man in the cloak kept to the shadows clearly not wanting to get caught, as quick as a flash he sprinted round the corner and pulled the man he was following to the ground with a horrendous thud!
"John Taylor, age 52, convicted of murder, manslaughter and burglary. Yet here you are not yet in prison." The man in the cloak said. John Taylor because that appeared to be his name was nailed to the spot in fear. A look of terror sprawled in his scarred face.
"What are you?! What do you want with me?!"
"I want you if the streets and it doesn't matter what I am," the cloaked man said "all that does matter is what I'm going to do To you"
"And that is?" John said
"I'm not telling you!" the cloaked man said in a kind of song-song way. Quickly he yanked off the hood revealing a skull for a head.
"That s#*^t ain't right!" John screamed. However it was cut off abruptly. The cloaked man was now holding a coin. It had the name John Taylor on it. On the other side it had the writing 'soul' in a scrawl. The sun was rising now and the cloaked man was running away now. He was panicking.
"I knew I shouldn't of left it so late" he thought. He had gotten to a tunnel and pulled out a dagger-shaped object, he plunged the blade into the wall and it became engulfed in flames. He had then disappeared only leaving embers. He was falling down a narrow shaft. He finally met the end of it. The cloaked man had landed in a foggy city surrounded by lava and shrouded in mist. A winged creature walked up to him.
"Your late again Grim," it said " this is your last chance, try not exposing the world down here next time."

Author note:
Sorry for the boring story. I promise it'll get better.