Stranger

Chapter 3

A spark of somthing that moved had almost made me pull out my weapon. I was still not so sure if I should run or fight. If I fought then I would be discovered, but if I ran and there were still people here, onlookers in the shadows, they would surely die. I made my decision, my job was to protect these people a long time ago, so if im still here, might as well do it anyways. I stuck my left hand out to my side and a black mist of my own had appeared swarming my hand and creating the sillouette of my wepon the smoke exploded in all directions and In my left hand was the top of my scythe. I jump forward a turn around just in time to avoid th Reapers blow. The cloud of black fog makes a start toward me. The left side of the mass swirls and and then a sword made of of the fog stabs at me. Even though it's a gas it still maked a loud bang against my scythe. It tries to strike again as I move to the right and swing my scythe down. It hits the fog but goes through it like paper. As it approches closer I move closer to it. It then takes one more jab and swipes my side. I feel no pain as I run toward it and slice at it to no avail. Then pain, a black fog eruptes from my cut and dances into the rest of mass. As I struggle to get up a loud sound wave stikes me as hard as a screech. I look up to see a unfarmiliar face. All I can use to decipher who this was is a blue scarf wraped around his wrist. I felt saved and dead as I stared into the blue eyes of a killer and a hero.