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Susan had lived a pretty normal life at this point in time. Nothing terribly unusual. She went to school like everyone else her age, got good grades, and like everyone else she would just be happy when al this school stuff was over. It wasn’t like she had long to go, this being her senior year.
The days seemed to drag on, she wanted to have fun already, this wasn’t it.
Though she had to admit the day became infinitely more interesting the day that the Scythe Michael Faraday showed up at her school. The utter quiet of the halls as he walked by, commanding their attention, but also causing them to turn their heads was awe inspiring.
Scythe Faraday was by all means a well-known man. A Scythe who gleaned only the wicked, and from what she had heard he was handsome to boot.
He stepped past her, the flow of his ivory robes causing a small breeze that gave her a chill. Though instead of turning away she feigned walking down the hall in the same direction to a class in an attempt to get a closer look at his face, which had previously been obscured by the robe.
Someone she knew from class grabbed her by the arm, “Susan, what the hell are you doing? You’re going to get yourself gleaned!” they whisper-yelled at her, glancing fearfully at the young scythe. Their hand on Susan’s arm stiffened and pulled away when Faraday turned to catch their gaze, they gulped and backed away.
“A-anyways, I have to go to class!” they turned around and made their way away from Scythe Faraday despite the fact that Susan knew full well that the scythe was standing right in front of their classroom door.
She rolled her eyes and turned back to see if she could catch a glimpse of his face before he turned back around. There were rumors that Faraday hadn’t even turned the corner yet, he was still in his actual twenties, and the though of a scythe being that young rather than an old crone was something she definitely wanted to see.
“Is there something wrong?”
Susan practically yelped when she heard a voice come from the man in the ivory robes. He was now turned to her, which to many would give them an awful feeling of dread. Susan though, could hardly contain her excitement. She saw his face come into view, and he really was young like they said. Most could tell a true twenty when they saw one, and there was no doubt about it, this was it.
She felt her heart beat quickly, he was a lot cuter than she expected him to be. Though she blamed that a bit on the inherent danger of the situation. Her gaze trailed up and finally met his eyes, and that was what sealed the deal on how her muddled feelings at the moment sorted themselves out. Rather than the intimidating gaze of a scythe, she was met with the confused look of a boy around her age trying to make sense of a weird girl like her who didn’t run away.
It took her a moment before she remembered that he had asked a question, “Oh, nothing is wrong, though I should get to class. Have a nice day Honorable Scythe Faraday.” She waved and stepped into the classroom.
All the students inside eyed her like she was crazy, but she didn’t really care. She sat down in her seat and listened to the teacher drone on about history that wasn’t really relevant anymore. Today was about the president, though Susan wasn’t even sure why they needed one if they had the Thunderhead to take care of everything. If anything, political powers were a hinderance, though she knew the Thunderhead couldn’t do anything about it.
If she were a scythe that’s the first thing she would do. The world would be a lot better without them. She gave a heavy sigh, though eyed the door when it opened.
Faraday stepped in, asking for a specific student before leaving with said student. Susan found her eyes catching his gaze once more on his way out, the seriousness behind them this time a bit chilling. She almost moved to follow, but quickly corrected herself and stayed seated with a sigh.
After meeting Scythe Faraday becoming a scythe was all the more an alluring idea. Its not that she wanted to kill people per se, but she felt that the world could benefit from her work as a scythe. She wouldn’t discriminate past the world leaders, and she felt like it would be pretty cool to learn about things that civilians never did.
Her home life was boring, and her family was normal by all means. A part of her longed for the implied excitement that would come from being a scythe. So, when she got home she wrote in her diary and laid in her bed, dreaming of what it would be like to work alongside Honorable Scythe Michael Faraday. She had to admit… it sounded pretty good.