Reaper: Book 1

Drunken Reaper

I wake up ready to work. Pierre knocked on my door. "Let's go. Its time to get messy". She says as I open the door. I smile and follow her. "I've missed this thing," She says as she pulls out her scythe. "I've been bored stuck at that lousy hotel". I frown. "I bet. I felt bad going out when you were stuck there. Sure Batzy and I had fun but I missed ya." I tell her honestly. "Good. He doesn't make the death bloody enough". She says as we walk. "Hah, he seemed to like the way I do here. It's so fun! I like it bloody." I say with a sadistic smile.

Pierre looks a the Death List. "Our first victim is Nella Marie." I give her a nod." Well, you can have this one since you were out for the others. Go nuts ill do the writing." I offered. "You're not getting off that easily you're coming with me," Pierre said. "Haha, I never said I wasn't here come on. Let's make it rain." I tell her. "Oh, would you look at that. An orphanage, I guess she's an orphan. It says she's beaten to death in 10 minutes". She smiles excitedly. "It's a hard knock life!" I sang to the tune from the movie Annie. Pierre watches the scene unfold. Nella spills a drink, the workers get angry and drag her down to the cellar where she's beaten. Pierre clears her throat and loses her balance. I grab her by her jacket. "Im fine I just tripped," she says coldly. "Your welcome," I say sarcastically as I jump to the balcony. Pierre collects the soul and joins me on the balcony while I write. I jump down.

"Can we stop for a moment?" She asks as she hops down. I stop and turn around. Pierre leans against a wall and tries to take deep breaths."I just need a moment. That was all too familiar". She says. She sits down and pins her hair behind her ears and takes a few deep breaths "Its ok to take a breather, but don't take too long. 5 minutes at most" she informs me. "Hehe I'm good for now. But thanks for letting me know. I just stopped cuz you asked me to." I told her. "That's cuz I needed one myself.""All good. You take care of yourself. I'll deal with my shit later." I said leaning against a wall. She nods a little bit and sits for another minute or two before standing up. "Enough moping we need to get moving". She says as she reads the next victim.

"Our next target it Leland welch. Cause of death, suffocation in 12 minutes". She says closing the book. We get there and I wait from up high ready to attack from behind. "Few more minutes hehehehe then your times up". I say statistically. "This guy is ugly. I'm going to love his death". Pierre says smiling. "I'm gonna have fun hacking him to bits here". "Well let's hurry this up. I can practically smell the ugly". She complains. "As you wish boss." I make a salute motion and jump quietly behind him. I take out my scythe and stab him in the back. Then on the side. I ravel in the blood spatter before swiftly taking off his head. "I think I made him smell better haha." I laugh. "Much better." She says. "Your turn to do the writing. " I tell her as I toss her the book. While I look at all the blood on the ground and on myself and laugh menacingly. Pierre wastes no time in writing. I hold my scythe deciding to twirl it around stopping the blade at my face running my finger along the blade. "Don't ever laugh as a here goes by for you may be the next to die. They wrap you up in bloody sheets to drop you six feet underneath." I sang. "We don't have time for a musical number! Come on!" She says dragging me away.

"Haha, party pooper. On to the next on the list. " as I follow Pierre humming the song. "Zach Phelps. Cause of death, alcohol poisoning". " what a lame way to die." I said. "I know. We don't get to do anything". She says pouting. "Well, I suppose we wait now. Sometimes there's a bar fight". I perk up. " I hope so. I miss a good fight." I said as I sit down. The target dies slowly, it takes an hour for his flash to show up. "Finally!" I shout out. "Oh my gosh, that took forever". She agreed. "What a bleak life he lived. Nothing good." Pierre nods as she writes. "That concludes today's collection". She tells me. "Hmm. Ok. I wonder if I could pick a fight with a petty demon. It would be fun. I wouldn't kill it, of course, haha." I half-joke. "Maybe." She says half drunk. "When did you start drinking?" I ask. "1902," she says. "Hah I didn't mean ah never mind," I said grabbing a bottle without being noticed by anyone and takes a sip. "Mmm tequila rose. Yummy.' "That'll give me a headache but I don't care". Pierre says sipping her drink. What are you drinking over there?" I was drinking more.

She holds her glass up. "A strawberry margarita. Drax. Is. Going. To. Kill. Me". She says. "Why? We can't have fun once in a while? We did our job for the day." I say as I light a smoke and take another drink. "I suppose so." "We can deal with the giant later. Let's have some fun." I laughed chugging some more. Pierre lays her head on the table in an attempt to soothe her headache."Ok," she says. We are quiet for a moment. I finished the whole bottle and feel fine. I look over at Pierre who starts to play with her hair and stare at it as if it were something from another planet."You gonna make it.?" I ask. "What?" "You're staring at your hair like it's an alien that's going to eat you. How many of those did you have?" I asked. "Eleventy". She answers. I laugh. "Hahaha ok, let's go. Can you even walk?" I ask tossing the bottle in the trash getting up. "Probably Jupiter. If that is your real name". She slurs." I drank this whole thing and here I am carrying your ass home. Should be the other way around haha." I said as I picked her up. "Why are we floating? Are we underwater? Did I finally die?" I laugh again as I walk. "No no and no. I'm simply taking you home. We are sneaking in. You can stay in my room time morning so Drax doesn't flip out." I tell her.

"I want a cookie". She says. "Haha. You're funny as fuck when your drunk." I tell as I help her through the window. I climb in and pick up Pierre again. Once in my room, I set her on her bed. "Go to sleep, my pretty tipsy friend. Haha." I say sitting in my desk chair. "Nope. I gotta plant the cookie so it can become s cookie tree". She says as she lays there. "We can plant one later. Sleep. Don't make me come over there. Haha." I warn playing with my pen. "Let's play a game, I'll say something about me then you say something about you. Ok? I'll go first. I am terrified of heights." I sigh. "Ok. I'm afraid of clowns. " I admit. "I killed my mother." I think for a moment before speaking again. "Oh. I'm gonna feel bad that you're not going to remember this. Which is good for this next one I'm going to tell you. I don't do relationships anymore because I was taken advantage of when I was 14 by my so-called best friend." Pierre turns her head. "No way! I was too! Well... I wasn't that young but I was 17" She says as she starts laughing. "What's so funny?" I ask. "Everything. Look faries!" She points to nothing. I laugh more shaking my head. "Hehe. What am I going to do with you? Haha." I say getting up and putting a blanket on Pierre. I sit back in my chair and wait for sunrise.