The Reaping: A Judgment Day Fanfic

Hanging out with The Judgment Day faction

It was 10:30p.m. and The Judgment Day was sitting in a booth at La Grande Boucherie waiting for Michelle to walk through the door. All of them kept looking at the entrance every second.

Dominik: She's not comin'.

Rhea: Yes, she is, Dom. She knows where we are. It's not like she's got anything better to do.

She downed her Fireball in one gulp and slammed it down on the table.

Dominik: She was freaked out, Rhea, like she was havin' visions or somethin'.

Rhea: That's because the old man scared her, and on top of that, we'll be helpin' her, Dom Dom. We don't want her to stay an amnesiac forever and that's what our game is for.

Dominik: To bring her memories back? That's sick. She's not a criminal.

Rhea: I never said she was but she can be by not rememberin' any of us. We've had conversations with the woman and she saved us on the operatin' tables at Miracle Hospital. She helped us get back to normal. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Michelle.

Damian: She's like a prophet. I talked to one of Michelle's coworkers, and she said that Michelle said that once we had healed from our wounds, we would seek vengeance on the guy who caused the explosion down at the old farm, but we wouldn't stop there. That drunk driver knew who Michelle was. He didn't crash into her accidentally that night. He did it on purpose.

Finn: And both him and Vanderveld got what was comin' to'em. 

Damian: We're not puttin' Michelle in the game.

Rhea: Yes, we are. I have a plan that will help Michelle through it, and yet, make it seem like she's playin' fair with the other criminals. You can trust me.

Damian (firmly with a serious look): If she dies in our game, I'll kill you myself.

Rhea: You won't have to. I'll do it myself.

Meanwhile, Michelle was waking up from her nap, and looked at her digital clock saying 10:35p.m. in red. She got up and changed into her gray leggings, black Inuyasha shirt, and black-and-white Chuck Taylors along with her silver cross necklace encrusted in real diamonds. She grabbed her jacket and keys and looked down at the floor. She saw an envelope and picked it up. She opened it and took out a note saying: La Grande Boucherie, we'll be waiting for you. She threw the note away and left her house.

Damian looked at his watch and it just turned 11:00p.m. Michelle walked through the door and towards the bar. She sat down at the bar and a Hispanic man who looked to be in his early 50s got beside her. His breath reeked of hard liquor and he had black gunk on his yellow teeth.

Hispanic Man: You waitin' for someone?

Michelle: Yes, I'm waitin' for a friend. 

Hispanic Man: Well, while you wait, we should go somewhere private.

Michelle: I don't think so. I'm fine right here.

The drunk Hispanic man grabbed her arm forcefully and yanked her up.

Hispanic Man: I won't take no for an answer.

Michelle kicked him in the groin and he fell to his knees.

Hispanic Man (seethingly): You little bitch.

He got up slowly, and he attempted to hit her, but Damian grabbed his wrist instantly. He put the man's arm behind his back and banged the man's head against the bar.