The Grim Reaper Days: The Four Courts

Death Doesn't Pity-But He Does Care

St. Franklin hospital was empty at this time of night. Typically the only living things poking around here are the night shift employees and even they don't really check up on the sleeping patients. The most they do is look through the partially blocked window to make sure the patient isn't dying.

That is why it was strange to see a young man clad in black roaming the halls of the I.C.U. He hadn't been there in the morning; in fact it seemed he had just appeared out of thin air or perhaps the darkness that was growing in the tiny corners of the hospital's corridors. A hood covered the man's face; giving him a fake despicable look that pushed concerns with the nurses that occasionally passed by...well not until a young strong willed woman saw him.

"Excuse me sir," she said, "you can't be here; visiting hours are over."

He looked up from his feet and glanced at her. In his mind he knew he didn't have time for this; clueless humans always interfering with things they shouldn't. Why can't they just keep to themselves like they used to? Gritting his teeth he reluctantly took off his hood and faced the young nurse.

He wasn't beautiful, a bit handsome, but more rugged than anything. He had an aura to him, but she couldn't decide wether he was more intimidating or frightening. There was a chill than ran down her spin as she looked into his emerald eyes that held a muted fury towards her interruption, and his flaming red hair, more like fire under the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights above them. She shouldn't have felt threatened, but she wasn't going to be fired for having a random man wandering the hallways.

Caught off guard, she straightened her posture slightly and looked at the plain white wall behind him, "Y-you can't be here," as serious as she wanted her tone to be, it came out half hearted and almost nervous.

He smiled as he held back a chuckle, she thinks she can prevent him from doing his job? How cute...she really does...oh how lovely. Great more tracks he has to cover-why can't his job just be easy just once? But no...guess this has
Yto be difficult.

Taking in deep breath in he looked her in her pale blue eyes and said, "Keep walking and don't look back, you never saw me." His voice was soft, compelling, alluring, it surrounded her ears and infiltrated her mind. Those words held so much power over as they crammed their orders into her head. She tried to fight their influence but was unable to mute the convincing power of his words.

The woman's pupils dilated and then went back to their normal size; without responding she mindlessly turned her back and continued on her way. Poor girl, nobody deserves to have their brain messed with. It always ends up badly if done in large doses. Compulsion can lead to extensive unintentional memory loss or mental disorders that are less than desirable. But unfortunately there is no way to know if a person has been compelled before; so it's a risk that has to be taken.

But that doesn't mean the guilt doesn't pile on the compeller after awhile.

After she was out of eyesight the man put his hood back on to avoid any direct sight of the security cameras. Continuing down the hall he stopped at a door, 2130, as he opened the door he only saw the most depressing scenes anyone can cry to. A little girl, not even in fifth grade yet, her face black and bruised from...a car accident-yes a car accident. She died on impact; just her heart keeps beating, that's the problem. Her parent's refused to give up though, no matter what the doctors told them. They didn't want to accept their daughter gone; but could you blame them? She didn't get enough time in this life; it isn't fair but nothing fair. Not in death or life.

The man sighed as he pulled a chair closer towards the bed and took off his room to show his respect, "Hello Janice," he greeted, his tone bleak and dolor, "you don't know me and if you're lucky you won't have to." He stood up and carefully moved her head to the side, "this may or may not hurt a little," On her neck there was a bright glowing rose-the mark for Heaven-he placed his pale hand on the mark and as he did an intense shinning light engulfed the room. Yet the light was not threatening-in fact it was almost calming and beautiful, almost angelic. But the man was far from angelic but not demonic either. He was...different, a neutral if there is such a thing.