The Soul Reaper

Contracts

A wag was over his head. The couldn't make a sound, couldn't scream, could barely move. His arms were tied behind him, his ankles, tied to a rope with something heavy. He could feel gentle rocking and people moving around him. The waves and cries of whatever birds were around could be heard. Tears were streaming down his face. He knew he was already dead.

Someone pushed something off the boat, and it dragged him down with it. Cold water enveloped him. It stung. Badly. The water filled his lungs as he tried to breaks free. The pressure around him kept getting higher. His ears popped, the bag clung to his face. His vision faded, and he slept with the fish.

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Y/N Woke in a cold sweat yet again to the sound of boots walking in the floor. He was in a cold sweat. Yet again he dreamed of another death. A curse of his powers perhaps?

Odette: Good morning. Breakfast is ready.

She opened the door, and Y/N noticed no tray was in her hands.

Y/N: But where-?

Odette: With us, this time.

Y/N followed her out of the cell and up the elevator. They emerged into a large dining room. Carmilla was already sat at the end of the table, and Clara was next to her. Odette sat down on the other side of Carmilla, and Y/N next to Odette.

Servants brought breakfast to them, and they ate quietly. It was Clara that broke the silence.

Clara: I'm still surprised he never tried to run away during the night. Not like he would have succeeded.

Y/N: ...That's the point. This place is new to me.

Clara: *Begins to mess with her knife she was using on her food*

Clara: I am curious though. How good are your powers?

With a quick motion Clara threw the knife which sunk into Y/N's shoulder. This caught Carmilla's attention, and she finally looked up from her food. Y/N dropped his fork and clenched his shoulder

Odette: Clara! You know his powers work on souls? That we concluded!

Clara: *Smirks* About that. I did some poking around, and found a rat.

Clara snapped her fingers, and two servants dragged a sinner in. The sinner was tied, and had a bag over his head. Odette looked surprised at this. Even Carmilla was caught off guard. The servants positioned the traitor next to Clara in a chair.

Clara: Go on then. Prove your powers again.

With not much time to think, he gripped the hilt of the cutting knife and slid it out of his shoulder. He flung it at the traitor and it sunk into his chest. The traitor struggled for air for a moment, but ultimately fell dead.

With a small gesture of Y/N's fingers guiding the soul, he healed himself.

Y/N: Am I done now?

Clara: That doesn't prove anything!

Odette: He just healed the wound?

Clara: But how?

Y/N: You guys can't see the soul?

Clara and Odette stared at him for a moment. Carmilla looked deep in thought. Then she broke her silence.

Carmilla: I think I've made my decision.