The Grand Grim Reaper

The Grand Grim Reaper Part 10

As the boys dashed out the door, leaving their mother behind to go spy on the demons the electrical power technicians were packing up their gear while the EMTs and paramedics were just leaving with their patients.

The sky painted a violet shade of blue and a flaming reddish yellow; it was getting dark.

"Miles, I think we should be heading home."

"No! Not yet let's just go down the street a little further."

"But, Mom said...."

"I know what mon said I was there remember? Come on Marty just a little further."

The boys walk further down the street looking from side to side and there were no demons in sight.

They walked until they came to the crossroads and Marty asked, "Now what? I think we should turn here and head home. I don't understand why are they hiding from us?"

"Marty, demons have always been a shadow in the dark unable to be seen. Many people have been caught up in so many things and never been able to explain their action. The demon mites sit on their shoulders and have people doing the thing they wouldn't have normally.

"What the devil made me do it?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't the devil it was his demon mites."

"Yeah, I've seen those things. I got accused of setting a fire because of them."

"And that happens all the time, have you ever heard a parent say "I don't know where I went wrong, I did the best I could with him."

"Yeah, sure!"

"Well, it wasn't the parent's fault, it was a demon mite that got into their child. We can see them that messes up their plans because they are supposed to be invisible and now three people; well five counting your friends can see and stop them from their mess destruction. I've seen so many of my class-mates get in trouble because of those things. Students saying "I don't know what happens," Or "It happened so fast," and I love this one, "Before I know what I was doing, I what doing it," or what the situation was people are all under the power of these things with no knowledge of what is happening to them. Hey, looks like we are home."

"Miles, how do you know all of this?"

"God open my eyes when he gave me the powers that he gave me. You are the grand grim reaper you and God work together to keep the balance of life and death. You knew those demon mites by name and stop them whenever it was not permitted by God. During your time as the reaper, you often chase those demon mites out of people, people you felt it wasn't their time yet. Haven't heard, "Boy, he was lucky he should have died," or "You should be dead, I don't know how you are alive," You were the god of death and you and God always made a judgment call and allow people to go on living when the demon mites wanted them dead. Demon mites are just tricksters and they love getting people caught up in one's own mess. You know the kind the naïve or gullible ones who are easily deceived but they also like a challenge to confront those who protest against questionable actions."

"Hey, you boys are back, well did you see and demons?"

"No! It was just a waste of time," Marty said and ran to his room, wondering why God told Miles more than he told him.

While Marty was up in his room sulking, Miles and their mother went inside the house and began to prepare for dinner when there was a knock at the door.

"Miles, will you get that?" However, Mr. Fillmore beat his son to the door.

"Is this the Fillmore resident?"

"Yes, it is. Why?"

"We are FBI," They said as they flipped their badges, "We are Looking for Marty Fillmore. We were told he is the cause of all the chaos on this street, and we would like to know how and what he did or what he used to put out power lines?"

"You think a fifteen-year-old boy did all that? Are you crazy?"

"We would like to speak to your son."

"No! Not without a lawyer present? come back tomorrow maybe I can help you then," Mr. Fillmore said as he was closing the door when the FBI agent stuck his foot in the doorway.

"Sir. we need to see your son now or we will haul every one of you downtown right now. Please get your son."

Mr. Fillmore stood there and thought for a few minutes, when Mile placed his hand on his father's shoulder and said, "It's okay Dad, Marty and I have nothing to hide. Marty, come downstairs now. There are some men here wanting to talk to you. It the FBI."

"FBI? For me! Why?"

"They think you started the trees to fly and the powerlines to come up out of the ground and car to float in the air," Miles said while he and Marty busted out laughing.

Marty went to the smiling, "Why, thank you I don't know I was so powerful. I must have some kind of minus touch to do all of that. Are you people crazy?"

"Your neighbor said you are the cause of the destruction around here. We would like to know what type of device you are using?"

"Okay, come in, please come in and look around try to find what you are looking for," The FBI agents stepped into the Fillmore house and before they could look around, Marty said, "but if you don't find anything, I will be contacting your superiors about this harassment. Or my parent will." They stepped back out the door and said, "we will be back with a warrant."

As Mr. Fillmore close the door they all laughed and headed to the dining room to eat their dinner.

As the agents were leaving a heave wind stirred up leaves and small branches brushing a crossed an agent's face almost to the point of knocking him down. Both struggle to their car trying to open the door as they heard a strange voice.