Chapter Two
The Reaper's Turn
The streets were littered with trash and vermin...man and beast things were strange and new,different and The Reaper was enjoying every damn moment....suck on that creator I'm not your pet any more but The reaper looked down and frowned he couldn't be seen he was just a ghost that was wandering a place that wasn't meant for him and he was fading. He needed a human body and...fast but where to find one? The Reaper looked around and saw many guys that looked okay but their minds were sick and unhealthy by the booze they were consuming at an alarming rate. No The Reaper thought to himself he wasn't going down to the space where he just risen from, try the morgue? his inner self talked to him occasionally and he grew worried because more and more often this voice that was created to keep loneliness away was becoming another being. The Reaper flowed from the town to the outskirts searching for a morgue slipping through the walls of a smallish building he found just the place he was looking for...of course it was dark,damp and smelled like rotting flesh but he remembered his own flesh falling from his face.
This was it...now all he had to do was find a body slipping his head through the metal doors he eyed a boy around the age of 18 he had light brown hair and a handsome face high cheekbones and a young boyish look to him. The Reaper grew tired and sad because this boy reminded The Reaper someone long ago....so very long ago when the world wasn't yet created when the space went on for eternity. But time was wearing thin for The Reaper his body shriveling away like his mind slowly rotting inside his skull closing his eyes he unlocked the metal door and slipped into the boy.......but before he entered the Realm of the Living he heard a cry of a boy....falling.
"Damn it." He whispered time was not his friend tonight, closing his eyes he pictured the voice and saw a young boy jump from his window his blood staining it red smiling knowing all to well what would happen to him. "Double Damn." The Reaper said as he turned into the dark material he was created from and vanished to aid the boy.
Chapter Two (continued)
My turn
It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would slamming into the concrete ground...my hands stained with my blood my lungs burned for oxygen as I struggled to breath the blood inside of me flowed and entered into my lungs causing me to choke and gasp. Rethinking I take back the words I thought it was painful...and it was slow just when I was beginning to think god cared he was letting me die a slow and painful death. I smiled while tears slid down my cheeks at least I would be able to see my mother now...would she be happy to see me or disappointed that I gave up and didn't fight? either way I would be glad to see her except I didn't.....I saw shadows and a skull coughing up blood I tried to sit up his fingers icy against my skin as he helped me. Coughing once more my lungs burned and I cried out in pain my back and 4 ribs broken the man that helped me sit up cursed and lifted me my black hair coated in my blood gently but with alarming speed we took to the streets heading in the direction of what I thought was the hospital....but I was such a fool because I opened my eyes and saw his face.
I tried to scream but more blood oozed from my mouth and down my neck my body shaking my fingertips turning blue "Damn it" the creature muttered as he ran faster I tried to get away but my back tensed and I screamed blood spraying from my mouth and landing like acid rain on the streets. I prayed and begged God to end my torment but he showed no mercy as Death himself took me to his home....he cursed and lied me down on the couch as I coughed up blood an infection taking over my body....a virus that was fatal...."Now bite on this." the thing said as he placed a cloth near my face. "Hell.....no.." coughing and panting I tried to ease the pain in my back but he shook his head and stuffed the cloth into my mouth. "Well kid I'm not taking no for an answer your ribs fixed themselves wrong and I have to....well you'll find out soon enough." My eyes widened and I tried to get away from him he shoved his hand against the four ribs that were broken biting down on the cloth I screamed arching up which only put me in more agonizing pain.
The horrible thing was....he only broke one rib....that left three to go and I was already crying he grimaced and then he brought his icy hand to my forehead my temperature had spiked drastically over the past hour while he was taking me to his home and he cursed loudly "I'm sorry but I have to still break the other three....I'll try and do it quick." shaking my head I said no over and over into the cloth but he shook his head and closed his eyes tight then slammed his hand against my ribs again and again. Screaming that's all I did while he broke my ribs and rearranged them arching up and causing myself more pain. I gagged and the cloth fell out of my mouth blood stained my teeth as I screamed and smacked his face trying desperately to make him move away but he didn't budge. He didn't even flinch as I continued to scream "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! STOP PLEASE!" his face was contorted in some kind of unknown pain as he rearranged the last rib and flipped me over looking at my spine. "Please." I whispered "Please don't hurt me again please."
"I'm sorry boy....but....I have to." closing his eyes tight he started to fix my back and boy did I scream.....for the next 2 hours all was silent in the night except for my screams.
