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CHAPTER 1
Twelve Years Ago
The family was lying on the ground in Hel's Graveyard. Blood and sweat poured down the man's body as his baby son of only one year slept by the tombstone. The mother prayed in the corner hoping for some form of miracle. The Graveyard had a very eerie feel in the night sky, the fog was fairly strong, there were a few dead trees in the field and most of the tombstones were cracked. The man was around six-foot-two inches and had an average body weight.
The Reaper stands over the man and in a sickly voice he speaks, "Your time is up Mr. Pragmer, your time is up."
"You will never get your hand on my family Reaper, never!" the man yelled back at him.
"I would say otherwise it seems as though I have you cornered, as well as your wife, and what about your little baby you surely wouldn't want him to die too now would you?" The Reaper asked. The Reaper walked closer to the boy.
"Don't you lay one finger on him." the man demanded.
The Reaper laughed, "You think you scare me look at all I have accomplished in my d-"
"What you have accomplished?" the man shouted, "You consider killing people as a fun sort of entertainment?"
"You dare to interrupt me, who do you think you are, killing as a fun sort of entertainment, you say, well your right for the first time in your entire life. It won't save you though; The Reaper shows mercy to no man." responded The Reaper.
"I figured that out last year," began the man, "You killed my best friend and don't you act like you don't know what I mean I know it was you."
The man remembers back on that time last year when his best friend was stolen from him. He remembered watching the news on what seemed to be a regular day, sensing something was wrong though when he didn't see his best friend at all that day though. The remembered finding him dead later that day, and then he began to weep.
"You think you can get away with what you do well maybe someone will just have to change that." the man continued.
The Reaper laughed again, "And you think you can be the one to do that, do you?"
"I don't, but I can certainly try." the man answered as he jumped up and grabbed the bloodied baseball bat that he brought with him and took a swing at The Reaper who jumped out of the way.
"You've lost your touch old man." sighed The Reaper.
"It is you who will lose something tonight and I want to be the one to make sure of that." the man replied.
The Reaper continued to laugh at the man in that same deathly tone. With the swings of his scythe he chopped away at the man who moved desperately back and forth jumping out of the way, but The Reaper never slowed on him.
"It would make it easier if you just accepted your death." shouted The Reaper.
"I will never accept death without a fight." the man screamed back.
Laughing again The Reaper spoke, "You are foolish, you think you can stop me? Bore me with some more or maybe, I won't give you chance." The Reaper suddenly swung his scythe with those words catching the man right in the heart.
Blood spewed out of his body quickly and with his last words he spoke to his wife, "Honey, keep Larry safe don't let him be caught too."
The wife did not know what to do as The Reaper walked towards her staring down at her as she crawled along the ground on her back. She kicked at him once and The Reaper moved quickly and just stared at her, but she kicked at him again and The Reaper fell to the ground.
The Reaper began a little chant on the ground; after he finished it a black scruffy dog appeared behind The Reaper and stared into the woman's eyes. "Sick her my pup." The Reaper shouted.
The dog jumped at her and the lady crawled back a couple paces to where her husband's bat was. She picked it up and smacked the dog in the face. The dog fell and she stabbed him in his heart.
The Reaper was suddenly swept away in a whirlwind to a place whose whereabouts are still hidden.
No one knows what happened that night some suggested he simply left to mourn the loss of his dog. Others say his dog was the source of his power and his dog's death took him away too. And others say he's still out there just waiting for his next opportunity.
But now twelve years later, those theories have been thrown away and the night is remembered only as a myth. Today the dog has given this hooded figure his new pet name we have all come to know him by, The Grim Reaper.