With an umbrella that was opened and held in her hand, Belle walked down the streets of the town while carrying the rabbit in her hand. When her parents were still alive, it was often that Belle got to leave the mansion. Even if she was a little successful in it, the butler would catch and send her back inside to only be reprimanded by her mother for the lack of tact.

It was just Belle's curious nature to know how things worked. She showed less interest in the society she belonged to and was more interested in what the villagers and townsfolk did. The road was muddy and slippery after the rain that had poured last night. The sky had somewhat cleared and though her leg hurt her, Belle didn't care for it and she continued to walk as carriages passed by her. Passing through the towns and a small village to finally reach the family cemetery.

"I thought you weren't rich but you are," Barron commented, who was being carried in the girl's hands. He had been hoping she would take him away from the mansion and now it had been done, he could finally feel the relief knowing freedom was nearby.

Belle closed the umbrella and placed it on the ground while placing Barron to sit against the tree.

"Sweet mother of homes. There's no better smell than the cemetery," he said with a bright smile, "Where is this place? I have never used this cemetery," he said looking around. The cemetery was built in the forest, birds singing in different sounds and the crickets already chirping around them.

It was already the time of evening where the sun had started to set for the sky to turn to colors of orange and pink. Now all the fourth Grim had to do was escape from this place and never come back again. Of course, he would come back for the lowly reaper for insulting him who had put him in this bag of old cotton. He looked absolutely hideous! What was with this pink nose and long floppy looking ears!

Belle had seated herself on the ground, her knees touching the ground while she sat on her heels praying to her parents when Barron was trying to escape. He hadn't learned the art of moving fully in this stuffed rabbit but he was able to move one step at a time and he decided this was a great time.

Like many other times, he started to sway back and forth over and over again for him to take two steps, "I can do it!" the reaper hissed to himself until he caught a crow who was seated two trees away from him. Watching him as well as the girl.

It was a second later he realized that it wasn't a crow but it was a black raven and he wasn't thrilled to see it. Like crows that were counted to be ominous in the land of the living. A black raven usually belonged to a Grim. It wasn't necessary that all ravens were the Grim reapers pet, but most of them had ravens while the crows belonged to the lowly reapers Barron didn't care about.

Trying to be discrete, he kept moving such that he was at least ten steps away from Belle now. Before he could go any farther away, he noticed a reaper who had appeared out of nowhere, going towards Belle and Barron stopped.

Was it her time already? The fourth Grim asked himself in confusion. With what he knew, she still had time. The good for nothing butler would have known so why was the reaper here? It was when the death reaper turned towards him did Barron come to realize the creature hadn't come for her but it had come for him.

"Holy fuck," he cursed under his breath, trying to get away like work on the ground.

The reaper whispered to him, "Forth Card of the Grims, you are hereby under arrest and would be able to appeal in the court in front of the Hawverts. Come with me or I reap your soul."

Barron cursed for many reasons. One, because he was in a rabbit that couldn't move, two because he was being charged for something he held, was not accountable to. What if he was on vacation? Would they charge him to be guilty?

"My bad, but as you see I am babysitting. I am very very busy right now. Meet me tomorrow at no hour and we shall discuss this further," answered Barron as he tried to get out of this mess which was all the damn butler's fault!

The death reaper didn't care for the words that came from the fourth Grim. It would have considered and listened before but Barron was in the rogue list that turned him nothing less to a criminal.

Barron tried with all his might to get away from the death reaper's hands that moved its boney hands towards him that were rotten in nature, flipping the stuffed toy back and forth on the ground but his movements were not good enough. The reaper moved close enough to reach him when Belle turned around and gasped to see something cloaked that floated in the air.

Barron stopped moving at the small gasp that came from Belle.

Was she able to see the death reaper? This was not good nor was it supposed to be possible, thought Barron to himself because the reaper noticed the way Belle was looking at it and its attention shifted to her.

She had never come across something like this before. She had never heard or seen anything like this. Though its dirty ragged robes swept the ground, something told her the feet didn't touch the surface of the forest ground. She picked up the umbrella and said,

"Get away from Mr. Fluffs!"

She stepped back and away when the creature moved towards her, its movements reminding her of twigs being snapped and broked that had a creaking sound.

"Umbrella's don't work on those damn things! Run!" Barron shouted in frustration for being stuck to the ground.