"So you have heard all of these little stories about the Grim Reaper, huh? Maybe watched a show, movie, whatever, based on the concept? Not exactly true. It's more like... population control. You know? Karma fanatics. Yes, there is an "S" after that, it is plural. Not just one of them exist. But, of course, no one can see them until it's too late. How do I know? Well, I don't know, maybe it's the look they have as they feel a scythe rip the head from their soul. Maybe they've looked me in the eyes a couple of times. Well. There was once that someone saw me, plain as day. Grabbed me by the shirt, wanted to know who I was. Special one, he was, I think. Well this job is troublesome enough, not dealing with those people who say they can see ghosts. Pff. Not that this job hasn't been going on for so long I've forgotten the start of it. I mean, to put the idea out there and be plainly blunt, I am quite dead. Though, when you kill someone, they kind of share their flashbacks with a.. What did I call it- or, myself? Population control? I'll just call it Control, yeah? Yeah. Now the last thing I want is to be made out to be a monster, you understand? We do more than that. We don't kill everyone. We only get rid of those that put others in harms way. Killers, rapists, abusers, anyone that no one can be around. And for the ones who die without our consent, such as accident victims, those who were murdered, Controls help them come to peace with it. We're not miracle workers, no one has ever restored someone to life, sadly. Of course.. those memories are stored with us too. It's quite a pain. I can't tell what I'm thinking sometimes. Oh, there was this really bad one recently. Poor kid was locked in her basement by her own father. Beat, tortured, really, and then... Wait.. no, that was someone else, I think... Or... Maybe...? ... Oh please don't look at me like that, kid.. If you have a question, you can go ahead and ask." A girl sat upon a grave, a young boy on the one next to her. He looked utterly confused, disturbed, and fearful. But he was quiet, letting these things sink in. Of course, he was dead now, too. Just a ghost, waiting for something to set him free. "S-so, I don't have to... I mean.. I can pass on without becoming a.. Control?" "Yeah, yeah. Really, I haven't seen anyone I've helped move on choose to do all of this. I don't blame you. If I could remember why I did this in the first place.. Or, if I could go back in time and slap that idiot, I would. Of course, even in all this time, I've not seen one of those. I really don't know if they would work on someone with no matter, anyways." She sighed. "You know, I swear I helped your parents go. Short woman, curly hair. Rather large, but pleasant man. They were in the same car as you, right?" He sat up straight, nodding. "That's them!" "Alright! So, is that good for you? You ready to leave?" "Mmhm. If they're really waiting for me." "I'm sure they are. Now, close your eyes." He did as she asked, and the girl crouched in front of him, taking him by the hands and shutting her own eyes. "Miserere nobis." From her lips, the faint phrase was uttered, and instantly, the world around them had lit up with gold. Light in the form of flowers flew up from the ground. They even grew on their hands, even covering his body. "Farewell." Every last flower took off into different directions, mainly into the sky, before disappearing. Along with the boy, who would never have to come back to Earth again. She bent, examining something that had been left in his place. A small toy. Cheaply made, dirtied, but obviously a small bear. A sigh was let out as she picked it up, murmuring about finding a remaining family member to give it to.