• it's been thought that there was only one type of Reaper, A Grim Reaper also know as

    Angel of Death,


    Grim Reapers are known to bribe, trick, or outwit in order to retain one's life but Unknown to some


    there are Reapers who have left the Reaping ways of taking a mortals life and damning them to the


    hells of Hades instead they betrayed the rule of the Grim Reaper, to protect a human from death of a


    Grim Reaper, the are known as White Reapers or Outcast Reapers.


    A boy, the age of five stood in awe at the two figures in front of him,he couldn't see their

    faces because they were covered by the hoods of there cloaks what interested him more

    was the weapons they held,


    Scythes both differ from each other the figure in white held a silver one and along the

    handle of the


    Scythe stood a design of Red roses and for the blade, it curved but not as much as the one dressed in


    black, it was red and silver like the handle.


    The one dressed in black's Weapon Triggered the boys awe even more the Whole thing
    was longer


    the the wielder was the handle was White with the designs of black Thorns, the blade was

    curved like a Crescent Moon the blade it self was white with a black dragon wrapped

    around it, at the end of the handle was a chain and at the end of this chain held another
    crescent moon blade.

    "why?"

    the boys eyes widened the voice of the Black figure sounded soft and gentle, was a female?


    "I choose to.."


    stated the white figure, which the boy figured was a male by the depth of his voice.


    The black figure was silent, all was heard was a soft sigh, the stature of the black figure

    changed into a fighting stance, scythe held out, the chain at the end extended and in the

    figure's empty hand,


    ready to be thrown.


    "then you must die"


    the boy may be young but he knew what that meant, he didnt want this person dead not like

    his Twin Sister had.


    he did what he could.

    He ran out in front of the white figure, arms spread out face as possible, as if to protect the figure.


    "NO! don't kill him, He didn't do anything wrong!"


    yelled the boy.

    the black figure looked down at the small boy.


    "You wouldn't understand Small Mortal"


    the figures attention when back to the white one.


    "move, kid."

    the boy looked up at the white figure.


    "huh?"


    "I said Move or do you want to get killed?"


    the boy shook his head furiously then quickly scrambled out of the way.


    "That's better"


    said the the black figure.


    before anyone could react the chain blade was thrown but it wasn't aimed for the white
    figure it was aimed of the boy .

    the white figure noticed this and dived for the helpless boy.



    a scream of pain was let out.


    blood splattered everywhere.


    even the shocked boy.


    the white hood fell back revealing


    a blond male his eyes wide his face held signs of pain


    as he crumbled the ground holding his torso.


    now it was his turn to ask..


    "Why..."


    "because you choose to"


    before the black figure disappeared.


    the man fell onto the cold snow.


    A necklace that represented his scythe.


    A red rose with a knife through it.


    the boy picked it up and put it around his neck.


    he vowed her would kill the black figure, when he's older.


    who knew what could happen in 14 years.....