Reaper

Chaper 3- Shit gets real

Melody and I walked down the old street, lathered still in a thin layer of water. A cool breeze accompanied us as we hurried to a brisk walk, an incentive for us to get the hell inside. We crossed the street, and headed towards the alleyway of a shortcut Melody and I often use when we want to get home quickly. It was the same as always, cold, however colder from the moist breeze. Moist. Geez that word gets to me. Grey made sure of that, he even made me a ten minute long clip of him saying "Moist" in multiple ways. I've always been concerned with him and his obsession with that word.
"Toby." Melody said, snapping me out of my trance.
"Yeah?"
"We're out of bread." That seemed a bit off from her. Not something she'd say.
"Ummm... yeah we are."
"Can we go to the shop." There wasn't any tone in her voice.
"Are- are you okay Melody?" I asked.
"Fine." She replied.

We crossed the street, and headed towards the alleyway of a shortcut Melody and I often use when we want to get home quickly. It was the same as always, cold, however colder from the moist breeze. Moist. Geez that word gets to me. Grey made sure of that, he even made me a ten minute long clip of him saying "Moist" in multiple ways. I've always been concerned with him and his obsession with that word.
"Toby." Melody said, snapping me out of my trance.
"Yeah?"
"We're out of bread." That seemed a bit off from her. Not something she'd say.
"Ummm... yeah we are."
"Can we go to the shop." There wasn't any tone in her voice.
"Are- are you okay Melody?" I asked.
"Fine." She replied.

Hold on, didn't that happen already? I was certain we left the alleyway. We crossed the street, and headed towards the alleyway of a shortcut Melody and I often use when we want to get home quickly. It was the same as always, cold, however colder from the moist breeze. Moist. Geez that word gets to me. Grey made sure of that, he even made me a ten minute long clip of him saying "Moist" in multiple ways. I've always been concerned with him and his obsession with that word.
"Toby." Melody said, snapping me out of my trance.
"Melody, what's going on?"
"We're out of bread." I started to panic.
"Something's wrong Melody."
"Can we go to the shop." The same lifeless tone.
"What's going on?" I began to shout.
"Fine." She replied. We crossed the street, and headed towards the alleyway of a shortcut Melody and I often use when we want to get home quickly. It was the same as always, cold, however colder from the feel of death in the air.
"Toby." Melody said, snapping me out of my trance.
"What the hell Melody!?" I began to scream.
"We're out of bread." Her face began to melt
"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." This isn't right
"Can we go to the shop." She was staring me as her face seemed to begin to burn.
"MELODY!" I screamed, grabbing at my skull, my brain couldn't cope. My breathing was picking up. My heart was in my throat, burning, pulsing, about to explode.
"Toby." She whispered. A blade shot through her mouth, and expanded, blowing her head apart. I screamed as she fell to the floor, headless, whatever left of her head littered among the floor. I screamed and screamed again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and screamed again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and screamed again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and screamed again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. The chain attached to the blade recoiled and returned back to the owner, a tall, dark cloaked man. He wasn't right. He wasn't normal. It wasn't right, nothings right. Melody. Shit. Shit. Shit . Shit. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. I couldn't handle this anymore. I fell to my knees, screaming as loud as I could, my lungs felt like they were collapsing. I smashed my head against the ground, I wanted to wake up from this hell. Smash smash smash smash smash. I bashed my brains out, blood pouring out of my forehead, my vision was blurry. I looked up at the hooded figure, barely able to see. The hooded figure swung its blade in a circular motion above its head, in such a slow movement it didn't seem possible for it to stay in the air. It was almost ghostly... It has to be the Grim Reaper, it has to. It has to it has to it has to. My hands didn't stop shaking, my eyes blurry from a mixture of dizziness, tears and blood, as the Reaper moved towards me.

A white light cut through the reaper, it's unholy blood spurted from the wound and hit the ground, and evaporated into black smoke and blew away with the wind. It reared it's head towards its attacker, a tall, dark, handsome man, a sword that seemed to glow with pure light that resembled a katana of sorts, a weapon used by samurai long ago in Japan. The Reaper threw its chain at the man, who effortlessly moved out of the way as if it came at him in slow-motion. He moved his katana in a crescent shape, and severed the chain of the blade, the weapon dissolving like the blood did. The Reaper launched itself at the man, its hood flying off its head, revealing a grisly, mauled face, brandishing yellowish teeth, ready to bite down on the man. The man pushed the blade tip first throughout the Reapers mouth, skewering it, and exploding the demon into ash. The man sheathed his blade, cutting away the glowing light, and reminded me how dark this alleyway was. I began to lose consciousness, the world around me darkening as I laid my eyes upon Melody's headless body, pooled with her blood. Melody...