Ideas on Transport

The driving instructor was being watched, and the driving instructor had no idea. He was just watching young drivers practice going around the test course. The thing that was watching him was anxious. I call him a thing because, he was not quite human.

He was extremely well known, though. He wore a black cloak, and he tried to never show his face.

Suddenly there was a crash on the course. The driving instructor started sprinting towards the crashed car. He opened the door to find the student was dead. Suddenly the car blew up, sending the driving instructor spinning through the air. The driving instructor had been training to become an hgv driver, and as he was falling through the air, he knew he would never live to fulfill his dream.

Through all of this the thing with the black cloak had begun to move. First, he had gone to the kid in the car. He took his scythe, and cut through to his soul. As he removed it, the soul was trying to wiggle free. He was more lively than others. The old people's souls were usually just limp.

The Grim Reaper stopped and looked at the writhing soul. A single tear ran down his face before he threw it in his satchel with another 100 or so other souls who he had collected throughout the day.

Then he started walking through the flames towards the driving instructor. He was on the ground, writhing in pain. He was not dead yet, but The Grim Reaper knew it was his time to go. He did not like to see the humans suffer. He had once been one, and as a human he was considered to be kind. He had been chosen for this job because he had a strange mark on his hand. When he was about to die, the old Grim Reaper had started to laugh. He had handed him the satchel and the scythe, and said "Good luck."

The Grim Reaper walked up to the driving instructor and started to run the scythe through him when he saw something. The mark.

The Grim looked at his own hand and then back at the driving instructor's. It was the mark of the Grim. The Grim Reaper bent down and whispered, "You have a new job."

The new Grim Reaper looked down at the scythe and satchel the old Grim had left. As the old Grim walked away, he was obliterated by the winds. His time was up.