Mary a beautiful like heaven, innocent like lamb, soft like cotton, age twenty years and a psychiatrist, love in Paris, her parents died at her young age so she live with her grandparents who died recently.
One day she was walking to home back then she saw a man so tall then her perfect profile, tailored black suit gloves on hands...she thought he is a normal wealthy man but the whole atmosphere changed when she saw a dead body dragging inside his car by his two men...she got scared she take out her phone and hide in a safe place and dial to police station, and the call accepted, when she was going to tell about the situation suddenly someone throw her phone in the trash can and it was him, blood stained, smile on face like a devil he tilted her chin up leaned closer that his breath landing on her lips.
"What are you doing, piccolo? Trying to be a hero, but you can't" his voice chilled like ice and calmed
Mary was trembling she struggle to speak "Who...are you?" Her voice was trembling but soft.
He raised a brow and chuckles coldly "Who I am ? Huh? I am a professional Assassin, called as Reaper but it is not my real name. Piccolo, now tell me what are you doing here?" His voice sounds genuine but dangerous.
"An Pro. Assassin? Means... killer?...I-i...was just passing and I saw you blood stained and that body so—" she replied accidentally but stopped by him
"Lier! And I liers a good company!" He say harshly putting his hands on my shoulders so tightly.
"Boys! Get her into the car!" He called out his boys
"Hey! Wait I will tell no one about this! But please leave me...I promise you" she joined her hands, trembling
"Aww lamb is begging...okay I give a chance to live run away and if you again dig your nose in my work I will be sure to rip you there" he leaves me and push her away
Mary ran faster until she reached her house, she closed the door behind and still she was trembling...she put her bag on the cushion and go for a night bath for some relief to her mind and body after what happened.
The next day when she was heading to hospital one of her friend name Amy, she has a kind personality and she is Mary's assistant, she pat on Mary's back and say "Good morning Mary! How are you...? Doing great ?".
I turn my head towards her and smile softly "yes I am alright...just...had a nightmare last night, but I am feeling better nothing to worry about" she told lie to Amy because she know that if she tell her truth to her, both will be dead by Reaper.
Amy pout seeing me a little nervous "are you alright na? But if you are saying that you are okay then...I am okay too"
I smile softly towards her and we both head to hospital.
**#2-Reaper's life** (new version)
He wasn't born a monster.
He was born a boy who laughed easily, who believed the world was kind, who thought love is forever.
People used to say his eyes were the softest thing they ever saw — the eyes of a boy who could never hurt anyone.
But kindness cannot survive in a world that only understands cruelty.
At the age where children learn alphabets… he learned loss.
At the age where children play with toys… he dug graves with shaking hands.
At the age where others were held by their mothers… he held his parents' cold bodies.
The person who murdered his parents wasn't a thief
nor a stranger
nor a madman.
He was something worse — an assassin.
A shadow known only by the crimson X he carved on every victim… an X made with their own blood.
That night changed the boy forever.
Something inside him died.
Something darker was born.
His tears dried but the rage stayed.
His innocence vanished but the memory kept burning.
And the softest boy became the world's hardest creature.
the man who killed his parents having a fake identity as someone he hates the most...
He swear if he ever meet him he will neither leave his body nor ash.
Then that soft boy
He became Reaper —
the heartless assassin who killed without blinking,
without mercy,
without leaving anything behind except the same crimson X that destroyed his childhood.
People say he is worse than the devil.
People say he feels nothing.
But they don't know the truth.
A person who felt too much…
can only survive by feeling nothing.
He doesn't fear death.
He doesn't fear blood.
He doesn't fear sin.
He only fears one thing:
Remembering the boy he used to be.
#-3 Again you?
So it was a normal day in hospital to Mary, she was checking her patient, talking with Amy, during lunch, everything normal until a person, dressed disciplined in black suit, black mask on face walked inside in staff cafeteria like he owns it.
When a senior staff press emergency button, so that mysterious guy chcukels and show them back to him....
–dead bodies of guards...blood on walls, everywhere..
Then he say in low tone "come on, I send your security to Paradise, and don't worry men, I just want some young ladies formu Boss Birthday party...at night to dance and entertain him and his loyals one."
The cafeteria froze.
Mary's spoon slipped from her hand, clattering against the floor. Amy's fingers trembled, tightening around Mary's wrist.
The man in the black suit didn't rush.
He walked slowly… calmly… like he had all the time in the world.
Every step echoed.
Tap…
Tap…
Tap…
He tilted his head, observing the terror on their faces as if examining art.
Blood stains from the guards marked his gloves—almost dried, as if he wiped them casually on the way here.
He pushed his mask slightly down, revealing only his mouth… a smile that wasn't human.
Not angry.
Not excited.
Just cold.
As if he had done this a thousand times before.
He raised two fingers and pointed at Mary.
"You," he whispered.
"The one with innocent eyes. Come forward."
Mary didn't move.
Her lungs refused to breathe.
Her heartbeat sounded like someone pounding on a coffin from inside.
The senior staff screamed, "S–stay back! Someone call more security!!!"
The man laughed softly.
"Security? Oh, sweetheart… not even one man from your guards are alive but see they're decorating the corridors already."
As his words sank in, everyone heard it.
Drip… drip… drip…
Blood from the hallway sliding under the cafeteria door.
Mary took a terrified step back.
The man took one step forward.
"Don't make it difficult," he said.
"My Boss doesn't like tears on his birthday gifts."
And then he lifted something from his pocket…
A silver card.
A reaper symbol engraved on it — half skull, half mask.
He placed it on the nearest table and whispered:
"Tell your angels to pray.
Tonight, you are coming with me.
Mary again step back again, and her back met wall, cold to her back...she swallowed harder.. then Amy comes in between of them, she trembled but replied,
"Who are you?...why... why you want her...?"
The guy laugh coldly and tilted her chin, brushing his thumb on her lower lip.
"Either you are brave or stupid but Cara mia, I. Want. Her, Boss told me if I saw someone innocent like lamb, then pick her up, I am just following his order...so don't make me to kill you or...else I can do something more dangerous to you...now get away, I am getting late"
He pushed Amy aside and pick up Mary before she can do any moment, he take out his gun and point to a youger staff and smile devilish "if someone try to be hero I will shoot someone innocent, example that Sweetie..."
Then a chcukels, darker, and he walks out.
Mary was hitting on his back but she was too fragile compared to him....
Mary is in danger....all she can do is to pray to God...
As he carried her down the hallway, Mary felt the warm splash of blood on her arms —
the guards' blood… still fresh.
Her breath shook.
Her heartbeat echoed in her ears.
He leaned closer, his cold breath brushing her ear.
"Stop struggling… or I'll make you watch what I do to the next person who tries to save you."
Mary froze.
And outside the hospital, across the street, a black car door opened.
Two more men waited.
And one of them, sitting inside…
eyes glowing like a predator…
…was someone but not him (Reaper).
Waiting for Mary.The masked man opened the car door and tossed Mary inside like she weighed nothing.
Mary's breath froze.
Someone was already sitting in the backseat.
Not someone.
Something.
A man dressed in full black, head lowered, fingers tapping slowly on his knee — like he was waiting for prey to drop into his lap.
The air inside the car felt colder than outside.
The doors shut.
A soft click echoed—childish compared to the pounding inside Mary's chest.
The masked man said,
"Boss wanted innocent ones. I brought you the purest."
No response.
Just that slow… rhythmic… tapping.
Tap… tap… tap…
Mary's eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she whispered,
"Are...aree you that man?"
The man finally lifted his head.
Sharp jawline.
Cold eyes.
Expression carved from stone.
And a faint scar under his right eye.
He looked at her like she wasn't a person—just cargo.
Then—
He leaned forward.
And Mary finally saw it:
His eyes weren't normal. They looked emotionless, like someone who had seen too much death to care anymore.
He spoke for the first time.
Low. Calm. Too calm.
"You shouldn't talk. It makes fear spread faster. And no I am not Reaper you saw...i am his loyal."
Mary's throat trembled.
"I-I'm not going anywhere with you. Please… I work in a hospital, I—"
"Your job is just a waste of time."
He reached toward her.
Mary pressed back against the seat, shaking.
But he didn't touch her.
Instead, he pulled out a small knife and cut the rope around her wrists with one smooth motion—almost bored.
"You run, I break your legs. You scream, I shut your mouth. But I don't like dead cargo."
He put the knife away.
"Stay quiet… and maybe Boss won't choose you and throw you in pieces."
The car started moving.
Mary realized something horrifying—
The Reaper's loyal man wasn't threatening her.
He was preparing her for something danger...
Because something worse than him… was waiting at the end of the road.
The car drove deeper into the city outskirts, where lights faded and roads turned silent.
Mary felt every second stretch like a blade against her throat.
Suddenly, the loyal man's phone buzzed.
He answered without emotion.
"…Yes, Boss.
We are five minutes away."
Mary's stomach dropped.
Boss.Maybe Reaper?
Or someone closer to him?
The man hid the phone and leaned slightly toward her.
"So listen carefully, lamb."
He pointed to his scar.
"Boss gave me this.
And that was on a good day."
Mary whimpered.
He continued,
"If he chooses you… pray he kills you quickly.
But if Reaper chooses you…"
For the first time, his cold eyes moved—
not with emotion,
but with a strange respect…
maybe fear.
"…then your fate is not in your hands anymore."
The car slowed.
A huge iron gate appeared, opening by itself, as if sensing their arrival.
Mary felt her heartbeat stop when the loyal whispered:
"Welcome to Hell, sweetheart."
CHAPTER CONTINUATION — "WELCOME TO HELL"
The car stopped with a sharp jerk.
Mary's heart jumped with it.
The masked man opened the door for her like he was inviting a princess—
but his voice sounded like a threat wrapped in politeness.
"Welcome to hell."
The cold night wind hit her face as she stepped out.
The mansion in front of her wasn't a house.
It was a monster made of glass and shadows.
Tall. Silent. Watching her.
The masked man walked behind her, just close enough that she felt trapped.
Inside, the air smelled expensive—
cologne, leather, and something metallic…
danger.
Laughter echoed from deeper inside the mansion.
Low, dark, sinking into my bones.
Two men sat on the velvet couch.
One of them—the Reaper—
looked up first.
He didn't smile.
But his eyes did something worse.
They claimed me.
Slowly. Like he was unwrapping a gift someone stole from heaven.
His cousin sat beside him, younger, more playful—
but with the same blood in his eyes.
The masked man bowed.
"Boss… she's here."
Reaper's gaze never left me.
"Bring her closer."
Mary walked slowly, each step shaking inside my bones.
Her heart was beating so loud she thought the whole mansion could hear it.
Reaper leaned back, studying me like he had all the time in the world.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
"I think we met somewher...are you that jerk who was disturbing in my job...yeah...you are *chcukels deeply* you agian get into troubl, piccolo."
His cousin smirked.
"And we like… entertainment with someone Reaper met, and with that beauty..cheff kiss."
Reaper moved his fingers slightly—
and the masked man placed a small velvet box in his hand.
Reaper opened it without looking away from her.
Inside was a necklace—
black crystal, sharp as a shard of night.
He stood up.
He was tall enough that she felt small.
Dangerous enough that she forgot how to breathe.
He stepped behind her,
His breath touched her neck.
Cold.
Soft.
Deadly.
He placed the necklace around her throat.
His fingers brushed her skin—
And he whispered,
"I didn't bring you here to escape your fate, Mary."
"I brought you here to teach you what it feels like… to belong to the dark."
His cousin laughed softly.
"Happy birthday to him,"
he said.
"Welcome to the family, sweetheart."
Her heart stopped.
Welcome…
to the Reaper's world.
Welcome…
to the place I would never escape.
**To be continue– 🙂 please leave a review too for this thirteen aged kiddo 😆**