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- Parts 3
- Time 10m
Ongoing, First published Jan 24, 2015
High School time of fun and partying right! Not for me. It's my freshman year, and the little angel on my shoulder hasn't stopped talking since the last day of middle school. His name is Gabriel, the archangel, maybe you've heard of him. Well 2 weeks in he convinced me it would be cool if I became a Reaper. Of course being the stupid and stubborn person I am, I do. Now I can see your birthday, death day, how you die, all that crap. And I have to go and take your soul. I have to be exact. Right down to the sub second. Those who are Reapers who have stranded from the precise timing are called Grims. Ya like the Grim Reaper. The day I became a Reaper there was a huge ceremony, I thought it would be a peaceful occasion. And it was. Until the Grims came. I grabbed the first weapons I could. Twin Katanas which became my preferred weapons. I guess I never introduced myself. My name is Alyce Winchester. I'm a kick ass Reaper. So watch your back Grims. I'm coming.All Rights Reserved
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