Death Rhymes
The sounds of heavy metal being dragged across burning concrete seemed to worm it's way into the ear of many who was about to witness the most bloody mid-morning day ever.
The air was hot, sticky, and humid. Waves of heat danced in front of the eyes of many. Children scurried from one block to the other, the one leading them had a peculiar looking object in his hand, a wrench. Adults sat on benches and complained about the heatwave. Older people seemed to enjoy it, as they were concentrating hard on a very tedious task; chess.
In this world there are creatures that attain the ability to harvest souls and determine were they belong well after the body has decayed. They are a very special form. Well above that of human beings. They are in an entirely different category.
Living forever. Controlling lives at will. Determining who stays and who goes.
They are death personified. Striking fear into many a monster and many a human of all shapes, sizes, and of course, ages.
They I am speaking of are known simply as Reapers. As many of humans and monsters there are on Earth, there is a Reaper for them. They spread themselves far and wide.
They are neither good nor evil
People pass by the figure draped in black. Sleeked white hair a sick sadistic grin was plastered on the face followed a quick lick of the lips. His hands gripped the smooth metal handle. They hurriedly passed by him in fear of what shall occur. Mothers scooped their children into their arms and ran into shops and houses anywhere was safer then here. Fathers locked the doors and slammed the windows. Few spectators had stayed to watch. Their eyes showing signs of both awe and fear. The street that once was noisy and full of commute was now silent and ominous. All that could be heard was the scraping sound of the three bladed scythe that scrapped the surface of the concrete, scattering pieces of it everywhere.
At the end of the street where the town ended and the road towards the city began, another figure stood there. The heat waves continued their dance as the figure slowly began to take shape. A woman. Ages varied between 15 and 18. Her hair was long. Way long. It was an icy color of electric blue. A single white flower was perched on top. Her face appeared angered and determined. Hands were on hips, foot tapping menacingly. She wore a blood red tank skulls were imprinted on it. Jean shorts tattered at best. Two pairs of gun holsters on either side were strapped to her legs.
"Tick tock young lady." The figure in black raised a single finger, moving it from side to side. "Times up and I'm ready to collect." He licked his lips once more. The sadistic grin seemed to grow wider the more he approached the young woman.
The woman spat on the ground. Face switching from anger to amusement. "You want my soul. Because it is my time to go. I understand, but I can't let you do that. Not now at least." Her eyes stayed locked on the figure before her as her hands slowly moved themselves toward the guns strapped to her sides.
The man cackled. As time grew on it seemed that smile on his face tended to grow wider and wider. He silently began raising the scythe, as it descended in to the air, the sun's light gleamed lick a jewel off it.
In a split second the woman grabbed a hold of the guns and sprinted across the market area. As she ran, gaining speed, she made close aim of the target that seemed glued to where he was. Scythe still in the air. Pulling the trigger, the bullets tore through the air screaming at their target. The bullets were larger in size the normal ones. They also had a distinguishing mark on them; a skull and crossbones.
The man's eyes seemed uninterested as the bullet flew towards him. But that expression quickly changed into a look of helpless pain. "What the fuck?" His voice sounded ragged and laced with both hatred and venom. He dashed towards the young woman as she jumped into the air landing on top of roofs. Her speed never slowing. He swung the scythe towards her. But in an instant she dove forward, straight down towards the ground.
Landing on her feet, she shot a couple more bullets as she dove into a nearby alleyway. The bullets made a direct hit. The man gripped the wound with the other hand he used the scythe to dig into it, making the wound larger as he tried to dislodge the unwanted item.
She hid between garbage cans her breath ragged and uneven. As she effectively ignored the rotting waste that baked in the heat she loaded another round of artillery. Screams of anger and pain seem to echo in the alleyway. The man finally dislodged the bullet, but a gaping hole was left in his chest reveling tattered muscle and bone. He made a mad dash towards the hiding spot. When he finally approached the smile that was once upon his face, was now discarded leaving an angered face in the wake. In both rage and pure hatred he kicked the garbage cans away from him, searching for the young woman.
She stood up. She began to cock both pistols ready to send another wave of bullets but soon had dropped them. Pain surged like a bolt of electricity from her left side her primal instincts screamed in her brain telling her to run. The grin returned on the male's face and in one flash of both hands he slashed the weapon through the woman. Skin ripped in half like paper and blood stained the walls. But she was still standing, even if death was before her, she knew what needed to be done. She couldn't leave this world yet, there was still something left for her to do. In an effort to get away, she slammed small and silver balls onto the ground. They exploded on impact causing dirt and debris to create a cloud of dust, efficiently blinding the male.
As soon as the dust had cleared, all that was left was an empty alley. He stood there. He licked his lips once more and then bit into them. Slowly he rose the weapon he had used on her. Blood and pieces of skin was still on it. He rose the blade even further, towards his mouth, his tongue flickered out and he began lapping up the blood, enjoying the iron taste.
Sooner or later. Oh yes sooner or later he was going to find her. And tear her apart.