Unforgiven

Chapter 4

Chapter Four: The Reaper

Spencer walked aimlessly for a while. He passed by several neighborhoods and was heading towards the arcade.

Suddenly, Spencer thought of something. "Oh man! I haven't thought of a cool vigilante name!" He started brainstorming about cool names that could strike fear into his victims. He couldn't think of one, so he kept on walking.

He walked near a group of older guys. They gave Spencer odd looks at his apparel. Spencer noticed them and said, "What? Does it make my butt look big?"

Spencer finally made it to the street where they were assaulted.

The rain pounded the ground with a loud thud. The street where the boys were attacked was quiet and deserted.

For awhile, the attacks were all over the news. Nobody could stop talking about the four kids that were brutally attacked, and the one that was killed.

Spencer stood in front of the 24-hour pharmacy. His hat and trench coat were soaking wet.

He headed down the street to the arcade.

He was now in front of the arcade. The neon sign overhead had lost its shine many years ago. Spencer then walked towards the alleyway at the right of the arcade.

He was hoping to see at least one Downside Dragon. He was hoping to get revenge.

He peered into the alleyway. There was one Downside Dragon smoking a cigarette. Spencer didn't recognize him from the attack. It must've been just another member.

The Dragon was wearing the traditional uniform. A red and black jacket with a glistening dragon on the back. Spencer hated the uniform almost as much as he hated the Dragons themselves.

The Dragon seemed a bit scrawny compared to the ones that attacked the teens. Spencer didn't really care that much. All he wanted was revenge.

Spencer pulled out a bat from the duffel bag and hid it behind his coat. He slowly walked over to the Dragon.

"Hey buddy," said Spencer. The Dragon stared blankly at Spencer, and made a confused look at his apparel.

"What the hell are you wearing?", asked the Dragon.

Spencer clutched his bat, and took a swing at the Dragon, hitting him right on the knee. "What? Is it a knockoff?", asked Spencer.

The Dragon fell to the floor, grabbing his knee in pain. "What the hell, man? Do you wanna die, tonight?", he said. The Dragon scowled angrily at Spencer.

Spencer smiled. He held his bat in a swinging position and said, "I'm sorry, but you're the one that's dying tonight."

Spencer swung again, hitting the Dragon square in the chest. "Ahh!!", the Dragon let out a cry of pain. The Dragon was now moving wildly on the floor, gasping for air and holding his chest.

Spencer swung over and over again, a big white smile appearing on his face. "How does it feel?", he asked.

The Dragon was bleeding heavily. Drops of crimson splashed on the floor and walls.

Spencer stopped, and saw the Dragon crawling away. Spencer almost felt pity for the guy. Almost.

Spencer walked slowly to the Dragon slithering away on the floor. Spencer grabbed his jacket, pulled him up, and flipped him around.

Spencer was now towering over the thug. He stared coldly into the thug's eyes. The Dragon's nose and mouth were crimson an bloody. He had broken teeth and bruises all over.

"Who... Who are you?", asked the Dragon. The thug was trembling and scared at what the mysterious figure might do.

Spencer smiled a cold and sly smile.

"I'm the Reaper, and I'm here to take your life, just like the other Dragons did to my friend,"he said. Spencer swung his bat at the thug. The thug screamed in terror. In a deafening crack, it hit the thug straight in the face.

The thug was now lifeless, his face frozen in pure terror. He was dead. Spencer stared blankly at the Dragon.

"Oh man, I just killed a person," started Spencer. He slowly realized that he was now a cold-blooded killer, just like them. Just like the Downside Dragons.

He grabbed his blood-stained bat and put it in his duffel bag. He glanced at the Dragon's body one last time. The blood was being washed away by the rain into the storm drain.

Spencer started making his way home. He was starting to have second thoughts on taking out more of the Dragons.

"If I am going to stop the Downside Dragons," he thought," I'm gonna need some help.

The so-called Reaper was now on his way home, planning on ways to stop the Dragons. There was no use arguing about it. Spencer was a killer vigilante now, and strangely, he liked it.