Mind Broken Mike

The reaper

Guys before I start this chapter I just want to say thank you so much _jason_reaper for allowing me to put you in my story and continue on from there and I hope you love the plot so far, thanks for being a great friend and an amazing inspiration of an author, enjoy!!

I woke up and kali was gone, or out of the bed at least, so I got up and got dressed before going down stairs and seeing this man dressed in black raggedy long jacket with a scythe pinning kali. "Hey!! What do you think your doing!?" I shouted and ran after him, he dodged my tackle and before I hit the ground, I couldn't help but laugh
"What's seems to be the laughing matter here?" He had the scythe aimed for the back of my head
"Oh, heheh, nothing" I swept him from off his feet and tried to stab him, he dodged by rolling off to the side and picks up his blade getting ready to swing. I smiled psychoticly and stabbed him in the foot with reflexes faster than a cat. He grunt in pain and still swing his blade deep into my side. I started to cough up blood but still kept the smile on my face "any last words?.." he asked
" only a couple.."
I said coughing in the middle of my sentence. He pulled his blade out and I ell to the ground motionless. He tried to leave after stepping over my body, but before he could I grabbed his leg and caused him to trip and fall to the ground. My side had healed fast "what?!"
"Sorry buddy, but I'm not your normal human that you kill everyday." I chuckled and he kicked me in the face and stood up quickly as I stood in a very creepy way. He held his blade with two hands and I pulled out my black machete from my holster on my back and smirked, my hair had covered my eyes and my mouth was covered in blood "so who are you?"
" reaper...Jason reaper...."
"Well that sucks, you looked like a nice guy, but unfortunately I have to kill you know."
"Good luck."
"I don't believe in luck."I charged at him as we both swung our blades we had both dodged each other's attacks. I growled slightly and ran at him again, swinging my blade repeatedly hoping I got at least one hit. All I got was a deep cut a crossed the face. He grunt in pain and touched the open cut, he looked at his hands then back at
Me and got extremely mad.