- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
21: Belinda Yaris
Brigit stood on the sidewalk reading the portfolio carefully. Her assignment was located in the station below, waiting for the passage to her fate on the subway train that was due to arrive soon. As Brigit read the file, she wondered how they had managed to overlook the potential of the subject as a recruit. John had scoured every file – or so he had said – and found only a few acceptable candidates. As she read, Brigit wondered why Belinda Yaris had not been considered.
Belinda Yaris, aged twenty-three, had been the victim of a fatal mugging on the north bound N train from Brooklyn. Her dream had been to be a writer, but that dream had been cut short by the long end of a switch blade. She was a good kid with an analytical mind, organized work ethic and an imagination to reach across the universe and back. She possessed perfect qualities to be a Reaper, and Brigit’s mind was boggled by the thought of passing this one by. Besides, at this point, she needed all the help she could find.
Closing the file, Brigit rushed down the subway entrance stairs and stood patiently on the platform. Down the tunnel, she could see the light of the approaching train. It would stop for only a few seconds and Brigit knew she would have to find the car that contained Belinda fast before the train continued on its scheduled course.
As it rumbled into the station and came to a screeching halt beside the platform, Brigit rapidly scanned each car as she walked past. Finally, in the last car, the Reaper found Belinda Yaris standing with her back against the opposite door. Silently, Brigit stepped into the car as the doors whooshed shut behind her.
Leveling her dark eyes on the subject of her assignment, Brigit realized that Belinda was staring at her. Yet, her bright blue eyes seemed to look through rather than at the Reaper that had stepped onto the otherwise empty car. The heavy black eyeliner around those bright blue eyes seemed to emphasize the sense of apathy and boredom Belinda Yaris had succumbed to during the years of waiting for something to happen. As she looked deep into those bright blue -- yet bored -- eyes, Brigit had the thought that Belinda Yaris had succumbed to that sense of apathetic boredom long before she had ceased her existence as a mortal. Almost everyone Brigit had ever known to be a participant of the ‘Goth’ culture seemed to be bored with life almost from the moment they had finally confirmed their darker identities.
“Belinda Yaris,” Brigit addressed the young woman out loud. She noted the sudden acknowledgement of her presence by the young woman by the keen focus of those bright blue eyes. They no longer looked through, but rather, at her.
“Hello,” the young woman replied. “You can see me?”
“I can,” Brigit answered. She sensed a feeling of relief pass through the young woman standing across from her. “My name is Brigit.”
“I’m so happy to meet you,” Belinda gushed before she rushed to cross the short width of the subway car. Brigit barely had time to react when Belinda threw her arms around the dark woman’s neck in a grateful hug. “Finally, someone who can see and hear me! It’s been so long since I’ve had a real conversation. Last week,” Brigit finally managed to push the young woman off her, but their separation did not cease Belinda’s ramble. “I tried to talk to this crazy, old homeless man, because I just knew he could see me; but, he turned and ran out of here screaming. It really made me sad. I almost cried,” Brigit watched the young woman begin to pout with the memory of the episode. “But now, here you are and you can see me and talk to me. Hey, that’s an awesome coat,” Belinda said as she noticed the sequins on the lapels of Brigit’s black coat.
“Thank you,” Brigit replied. “Belinda, I have a proposal for you,”
“Where did you get it? I’ve been wanting a pirate’s coat for forever,” Belinda cooed.
“It’s something I’ve had for years,” Brigit explained before catching herself. “Belinda, you do realize you’re no longer living, right?”
“What? Oh, yeah. I’ve known for years now. It’s too bad that I was wearing this, though,” she waved her hand downward to indicated the ragged black knit shirt with slashed long sleeves, the ankle length black skirt with overly large safety pins as buttons on the pockets and the well worn military boots on her feet. “Not exactly the outfit I would have picked for my last moments on earth, you know? I definitely had better.”
“I can only imagine,” Brigit replied as she eyed the young woman’s attire. “Anyway, I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh yeah? Would it mean finally getting off this stupid train for good?” Belinda asked, readjusting the weight of the black leather bag that hand off her shoulder. In its swing, Brigit recognized it to be in the shape of a coffin.
“It would,” Brigit answered.
“Then, I’m in,” Belinda immediately said.
“But you don’t even know what I’m about to offer you,” Brigit pointed out in surprise.
“Doesn’t matter,” Belinda replied. “If it gets me off this fucking train, I’ll do it. You have no idea what it’s like to be trapped on this thing every day and night. It’s disgusting most of the time. I see people puking or pissing in the corner, shooting junk into their veins at three in the morning. Oh, sure, it gets cleaned up before the early morning rush; but most of the time, I simply can’t stand it. Especially when I see my friends come on, or I see him, the bastard that knifed me for my purse…”
Brigit watched as the other woman covered the coffin purse protectively. Almost as soon as she did so, the train lurched to signal its attempt to slow down in its approach of the next station. Brigit glanced behind her and then returned her gaze to the young woman before her.
“Brigit, please, you have to get me off this train,” Belinda pleaded.
As the train came to a grinding halt beside the platform, Brigit eyed the young woman one last moment. The doors whooshed open behind her as she made a resolute decision.
“Very well, take my hand,” she instructed. Without hesitation, Belinda grasped Brigit’s outstretched hand and smiled a huge smile as Brigit guided her off the subway car. As soon as they were both safely on the platform, the doors slammed shut once more and the train hurtled back into motion.
“So, what do I have to do?” Belinda asked when the noise from the departing train had finally died away.
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a Grim Reaper?” Brigit asked. Belinda looked at her savior in sudden surprise.
“No shit? You’re a …” the young woman was suddenly at a loss for words. Brigit felt herself smiling in acknowledgement of the Goth girl’s awe. “No fucking kidding? Really? Holy shit,” Belinda finally managed to get out. “I’d love to! What do I have to do?”
“For the time being, follow me and observe closely. You’re training begins this second. Unfortunately,” Brigit tucked Belinda’s file into her coat’s breast pocket to make sure it would not end up back with the piles of assignments it had come from. “I don’t have the time to train you by the book, so you’ll have to go through on-the-job-training. Here,” she withdrew her field guide from the hip pocket of her coat, “read this while we’re between assignments. Ask questions as they come to mind. I’ll do my best to answer them,” Brigit promised as she hooked her umbrella over her arm and reached for a new assignment. Belinda, who had been scanning the first page of the small book she had been handed, suddenly looked up at her.
“Why me?”
“Because you said you would,” Brigit replied with a slight smile. “Come, we’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“No, really, why did you pick me? Surely you made some sort of decision before you even got onto the train. Why?” Belinda asked as she fell in behind Brigit and followed her up the stairs leading to the street level.
“I’m down two Reapers right now. You have a solid mind and a calm sense about you. If I can train you quickly, I won’t be too far behind on my work,” Brigit explained as she read the file in her hand. Everything she had said was the truth. The only admission was her hope that John wouldn’t come completely unglued once he found out all that had happened during his absence.
“Then, teach me, oh-great-Grim-Reaper,” Belinda intoned. “I will be clay in your skilled hands,”
“Don’t get too enamored,” Brigit warned. “It’s not as easy as you might think and it’s definitely not as morbid.”
“Who cares? I’m off the train. Show me what you got,” Belinda replied with an indifferent shrug.
“Okay, then. We’re off to the first assignment,” Brigit explained as she turned away. “Read your field guide.”
“Reading now, oh-great-one,” Belinda quipped as she fell in beside Brigit.
“Stop that,” Brigit muttered.
“Yes, oh-great-one…”