Little Girl Death

Her name is Lilia. She walked through her new high school taking in her surroundings. Everyone's eyes were on her, she smiled. Death had made her beautiful, her pale ivory skin and jet black hair, flowing down and surrounding her like a coat. They couldn't tell, of course. They were just humans after all. A small, mousy girl approached her.

'H-hello' the girl said shyly. Lilia looked at the girl, up and down. She's the type to show the new kids around because she had good grades. The over-achiever 'I-have-no-life' type.

'What's your name?' Lilia asked and tried a polite smile.

'Mary' she replied, hiding her face with her hair. Lilia took a strand of hair and put it behind the girl's ear.

'You're far too pretty to live behind a curtain.' She said, making Mary blush and look into Lilia's piercing grey eyes. Only then did Lilia see the grey ring around the girl's neck. Lilia's eyes widened and then she added to her sentence 'You never know when you're going to meet your fate, live a little.' Lilia would see to it the Mary would have some fun before she died.

When your life is coming to an end a ring appears on your neck, to tell Death when it is time to take you. Lilia's parents had died in a car accident, she died as well but Death had a plan for her. Simply because it was not time for her to go, her ring was not even grey yet. The ring around your neck has three stages, a faint shadow, grey then black. If your ring turns black, you'd better watch out. No-one could see the ring except Death himself and the already Dead. Lilia could, but because she was already dead. Her blood-less veins could tell anyone that.

The day went by so sluggishly that she doubted The day was boring, new girls didn't get to have much fun on their first day.  Why would they? No, Lilia mostly had strange looks and loneliness for her first day friends. She didn't really mind, she was used to solitude. The only downer of her day would be riding home. This uniform was not very suitable, not at all. What kind of perverted principal would make high school girls wear mini-skirts? A greasy grey neck, that's who. She'd ask Death later if he could be her first reap. That would be allot of fun!

The problem about having knee length straight hair was that it got caught and so Lilia had to bundle it up in her helmet, she swore it made her look like a total freak, but what choice did she have, it's not like death had a shiny car like most parents. Lilia took the bike path around the back of the school to get home, maybe she'd stop at the grave yard and pay her respects to Mother and Father. She was deep in this thought when some jerks from the tenth grade decided to block the path ahead.

She stopped her bike and put the stand down. She undid the helmet strap and pulled it off. Her hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, blowing it out to flare around her in a very dramatic effect. Her tie swirled around her as well, making the fact that she was a senior even more obvious. The boys stared at her, jaws hanging open.

'Now what's all this about?' she asked in the sweetest voice she could manage. She smiled and put a hand on her hip.

'What game would you like to play?' One of the boys asked, nudging the other in the ribs.

'I have a few I know' Lilia said, keeping a hand on her hip while the other one was slightly behind her. A scythe mineralized in her hand, she brought that hand forward so the base of it made a soft thud on the ground. 'We could play "reaper" and see who dies first' she said, a devilish smile on her face.

The boys whimpered in unison, too shocked to speak or move.

'No?' she asked, having far too much fun. 'How about Russian Rullet?' she asked again, this time the scythe was gone with a wisp of black smoke, and in it's place was an old barrel gun. Lilia emptied out the bullets, except for one. She spun the barrel and snapped it into place. 'Who'd like to go first?' she asked with a mad glint in her eyes and a smile on her lips. The boys did not reply. 'I'll go first.' she said and cocked the gun and held it to her head, just near the temple.

'NO!' One of the boys yelled. 'You can't, we were just joking' he yelled again. Lilia pulled the trigger and the bullet shot straight through her head, making a slight plinking nose as it hit the ground next to her.

'See what happens when you play games? Someone's bound to get hurt.' She said, once again holding the scythe. The boys screamed and rode away, screaming all the while.

'You know, it's not wise to display such things in public' Death said from beside Lilia.

'Well, at least they'll think twice before trying to harm another girl.' Lilia said, the scythe disappearing with a cloud of black, wispy smoke.

'True, but if I were you I wouldn't do that again' He said, an echo to Death's voice, even though they were outside, in the open air.

'I won't. I promise.' Lilia says and Death disappears like the scythe, with a wisp of smoke. 'Such a worry wart' she says, rolling her eyes.

'I heard that' Death whispers, right beside her ear. 'I hear everything' he continued then disappeared again.