a/n: Moody. Tired. In need of a stress reliever. Inspired. Angsty. Slightly Grim/Mandy. One-shot. Enjoy.
disclaimer: I do not own Grim and Evil.
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Why
have you brought us here?
Don't take me back there!
We must
return!
He'll kill me!
His eyes will find me there!
My
God, who is this man ...
... Who hunts to kill ...?
... This
mask of death ...?
I can't escape from him ...
-Christine Daae, The Phantom of the Opera
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Her blonde curls fanned all over the pillow, like a glowing halo, making her seem like a sleeping angel.
The being that stood before her smirked, knowing, remembering, what an irony that would have been.
He didn't know why it was so hard to just do this. The assignment was to get in and get out.
But he couldn't just do that.
Not even if he wanted to.
Now, he waited patiently, not even knowing what he was waiting for. He looked around the all-white room, noticing how eerie and bland it was. The continuous beeping the heart monitor made was no help at all, too. It wasn't very comforting at all for people who were waiting for him to claim them.
His gaze returned to her motionless, catatonic form. Only seventeen, you know. Tall, slender, pretty. A long shot for that awkward girl he had known all those years ago.
He himself was surprised he would be visiting her again so soon. It seems like only yesterday when she told him he could be free again…
He found out that it was a car. The Future Evil Ruler of the World, was going to die by a random car accident, possibly by a drunk driver, judging by wee hours of the morning the incident had taken place. She was just going to be another figure on the statistics. It seemed like the whole life of this girl lived off sarcasm.
He would have laughed if he could, but the Grim Reaper wasn't supposed to have a sense of humor.
He glanced at the clock, realizing that he had been there for already thirty minutes. It shouldn't have taken so long, he knew. That leaves no more time to procrastinate.
He stared at her blank, pale face, feeling a little guilty he had to take her this early. But it wasn't his choice now. It was never his choice.
"I'm sorry," he couldn't help but whisper.
Slowly, painfully, he lowered the scythe to the left side of her chest. It slid deep inside her, then, with a tearing motion on her heart, drew the blade away sharply.
A blast of unearthly light erupted from her breast, the wound on her soul setting her free from her mortal frame.
Her spirit stood up from the hospital bed, looking dazed and confused.
"Where am I?" Her voice sounded hollow and empty. She laid eyes on him and her sleepy eyes suddenly widened.
"It's you?"
He felt himself smirk, though not purposely. "Yes, child. It is me. Do you not remember?"
Her expression softened a little, something he had never seen on her before. Apparently, her attitude might have changed a bit, a litte more cheery and positive now. He was a little disappointed. "Of course I remember. But what are you doing here…?"
She trailed off, features contorting in horror at the realization. "No… it can't be…"
"I'm afraid it is, child." He held out one bony hand for her to take, trying to be aloof. "I've come back for you."
Ghostly tears started to stream down her transparent face. "Not yet…" She looked back at the body she left behind, lying abandoned against the pristine sheets.
He grasped her hand, skeletal fingers closing over her ethereal ones. His tone was low, deceiving. "I'm afraid it is."
She sobbed faintly and whimpered as he dragged her away into the Underworld, the depressing sound of the heart monitor, the frantic voices of the doctors, and the cries of a familiar redheaded boy so far, far away, like a distant echo you can never hear again.
Honestly, he wasn't too happy himself.
a/n: My first fic here. Don't be kind.
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