A scream caught Blaise’s attention and she snapped her head toward the food stall that was set up at GeekCon. A large group of sims had gathered around, cheering and screaming with excitement. Curious, she moved closer to the group, but once she realized who they were fawning over, anger overtook her.
Brytani Cho was standing in the center of all the sims, a smug look on her face as she posed for pictures. Blaise’s fists clenched as she remembered how rude the woman had been to her despite how nice Blaise had been. Sure, it was fake kindness, but it was still kindness!
‘Stupid bitch, you’ll get what’s coming to you.’ With a scoff, she turned around to head to the bathroom but stopped short when another scream ripped through the air, this time terrified. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening in shock.
She was being electrocuted, almost as if she had grabbed a live, downed wire. But how? Blaise tilted her head in curiosity, watching the woman’s body convulse and writhe as it fell to the snowy ground before falling still.
While the other sims gasped and broke out in sobs, Blaise could only smirk. She had no idea what had just happened to her or why it happened, but she was glad. That woman was stuck up and rude.
A black mist appeared beside her body, making Blaise tilt her head curiously as she stepped closer. A sharp scythe poked out from the inky blackness, the metal glinting dangerously under the sunlight. A bony hand held the base of the scythe and the Grim Reaper slid out of the darkness, a disapproving grunt leaving his dark hood when the sun enveloped his body.
Seeing him should be scary, but it wasn’t the first time she had met the Grim Reaper. The first time was when she was sixteen years old. After declining to join the glorified fanclub for the infamous Jim Pickens, the wannabe cult members set fire to the orphanage she lived at. Five kids died that night, and the Grim Reaper had shown up to ferry their souls to the other side.
She saw him again that night when she hunted down the fanclub and shot them dead. With a stab wound to the gut, she was sure that he would be taking her that night, too, but he didn’t. After taking the souls of the fanclub, he had rested his bony hand on her head and told her that it wasn’t yet her time.
Since then, she’s read as many books as she could on the Grim Reaper, but most of them were bold-faced lies that people made up to make him seem evil and cruel, but she knew better. He didn’t reap souls because it made him happy, he did it because it’s his job, his purpose. It’s the only reason he exists, to help souls cross over to the other side.
The Grim Reaper is a misunderstood man, one that Blaise wanted more than anything to understand. Snapping out of her thoughts, she reached her hand out to him, but he had already disappeared.
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