Hi there guys! This is something new for me, since I kinda fell in love with the character Reaper XD. I don't own the character except the story, the corp. name and the OC (own creation) Silver. I actually know some scraps about the character (Reap) but I'll do my best and if you have suggestion they'll be kindly received. Update coming soon!
I woke to the rampant sound of the balcony door being pushed violently by the sea breeze. I groaned out of frustration for not being able to sleep some more, lifting and throwing my arms against the bed blowing my white straightened hair off my eyes. I got up to my normal routine starting by opening the thick drapes that blocks the sun and the desirable view to the beach below. Later, sipping on some hot coffee wondering what to do with my thick hair which was still entangled even though I already got dressed in a white V-neck shirt and baby blue ripped shorts to compensate my body for the suffocating heat of the sunny day. I prepare my bag as I go to the corridor of the small studio I call home sweet home. The corridor lead straight for the door to the hall of the fourth floor of the building, on the left side of it is a big closet where I store the cleaning tools, the bed sheets and extra pillows and on the right side is the door to the small and convenient bathroom. Inside is a teeny brick shower the toilet and the sink. I first disentangle my hair and braid it still fighting with short layers of it that always seem to get on my face. With the starfish theme bag over my shoulder, my sandals and keys in hand 'Yeah, I think I'm ready to face the day' I think to myself as I greet the door with a smile. The first door opened with mighty force due to the strong breeze that greets me with too much warmth. Nonetheless, I close the first door and locking it, then on to next one. Suddenly the warm breeze is replaced with a cold one, giving me chills and making me shiver as the hairs behind my neck stood up. Looking through the tip of my eye I catch a glimpse of what appears to be some black mist sliding under the door frame. I give the door a suspicious look as if it were its fault, my body stopped holding the bars of the second door. My puzzled look comes from the over-thinking of my brain, at the rate of a computer's loading bar the possibilities for the mysterious mist sliding under the frame hit me with strong doubts and a twinge of alarm. 'What can I lose if I look?' I asked my doubting brain while it makes countless calculations of what I could really lose. Breathing a sigh, I push my thoughts aside and start to open the doors. Inside everything is perfectly normal, but the air feels colder and the hair behind my neck stood up again. I drop my bag cold on the floor and with the utmost authority I can conjure I walk to the open room and my eyes catch not a glimpse but a whole picture of the black mist; it was him, again. I stay where I am as he solidifies sitting in the twin bed looking at me. His mask keeps me from seeing his expression but by looking at his posture the only thing I can tell is he's glad.
"Glad to see ya, Reap" I joke while trying to figure out how to read his intentions, but he's just sitting there being unpredictable "How have you been?" I ask putting my hands behind my back and swinging my body awkwardly back and forth like a child. He scoffs, his body going up as he did and then down as he returns to his first pose.
He gets up without answering and I stop swinging while still watching him, 'stupid mask' I bark at him in my mind rolling my eyes mentally. His hand slowly goes to his side and I looking at the plain threat before me run to the corridor when the first shot landed on the wall next to the bathroom door. I open the door frantically only to see his mist before quickly solidifying and kicking me back inside. On the floor, I see the tip of his gun pointing at me and ready to shoot, shots fire I move to evade it with great effort getting up in the process and stepping back. My hair was in the way of looking but really, I'm no paying much attention to as I see him about to launch a punch; I dodge it but no the next one and the next one after that one. Dizzy and out of sorts in a way my knees give way and I fall knees first to ground right at the level of his pointing gun. My head fell heavy in defeat, I giggle mischievous.
"This is getting too easy or I am just that good" he says, his voice sounding coarse as he pokes me with the gun.
Abruptly I ripped the big gun out of his hands with great force. I get up, looking at his soulless and obscure eyes as mine changed from hazelnut brown to an unnatural and predatory yellow. The three circle scars in both my arms display a glowing blue ghostly yet technological version of themselves hovering over my skin, the same thing happens to the ones on my back and the two widened and symmetrically made tiger-like-stripes on both my cheeks. Next, black cloth strips come out of the display slithering and wrapping my body into a black catsuit, shoulder, knee and elbow metal pads materialize on it. My nose and mouth are covered by the fabric as some transparent futuristic materialize before my eyes, literally, then some metallic head wear that started from the side near my ears to the line where my braided hair began. I growled low as a beast would when sending a warning message. He stands there.
"Good" He says dryly sliding his hand in his coat and magically making another gun appear.
I launch at him, arms stretched to catch him, with both speed and force but end up embracing his misty essence as he teleports behind me. The gun clicks slowly in my ear as the bullets sets in and he prepares to shoot. Without turning I raised my arm beside and the shot hit a transparent wall revealing the shield that covers me. He keeps shooting and I turn with a deadly glare in my eyes; out bullets and the shield still holding, barely, he throws them aside and run towards me grabbing me by the waist and teleporting both of us to the balcony door, slamming my back against the crystal. I heave, his arm crossed my chest pinning me against the door. Crack. I hear the breaking noise louder and calculating the measure of force he's using to push me I teleport behind him making him break it face first. I chuckle smiling pleased with myself.
"The game comes to a stop" I watch the black mist intensifying around him and growing, 'Oh, crap' my eyes were wide open and I jump out of plain sight in front of him, seeking cover from the raging bullets that destroyed everything around me.
I drop to the floor on my stomach covering my head from the little debris and dust coming from everything and everywhere. In a moment of haste, I activate the invisible power of my fingerless gloves, they too as the scars displayed a ghostly version of themselves materializing into a big gauntlet that looked like a paw baring razor sharp claws. Then there's silence, I get up quickly arm up, with the shield and gauntlet ready, but there is no one there.
"Argh, shoot me" I exclaim mad.
"With pleasure" croaked his voice behind me as he shoots my left shoulder; I lift my shield but it lasted this far.
With a punch he breaks the shields, shards splattering in my hair as I turned my face away from him. The shards slash my cheeks, the burning little wounds make me furrow feeling the small drops of blood wander down my cheeks. Everything happens in slow motion. Then the kick to the stomach, the pain throws me of balance and sends a nauseating sensation. I have already passed the broken balcony door covering myself from the punch and this kick just sends over the edge, the brain acknowledges the twirl and insists with painful pleas that I react to it. My good arm stretched mid twirl and my hand grabbed the ledge making me crash unto the rest of it. I groan holding to that ledge with all my might, I feel the muscles tense and the sweat drops falling down my face stinging my wounds, feeling the sun heating my back and making it sweatier and uncomfortable. Looking up, his face made an appearance, his mask clearly hiding the pleasure of the kill; my muscles strain sensing his smug relish.
"What are you waiting for?" I scream angry, impatience clearly present in my tone "Be done with it already" my hand started sweating and I feel my heart jump strong as it skipped a beat when my fingers started to let go.
On the spur of the moment, everything went silent around me and I could hear the remix between my slow heavy breathing and my desperate heart thundering in my ears. My hand falters, all of me feels light, my head stops blank and my chest aches. Slowly I close my eyes waiting the impact, waiting for death, but it came with a different face. A strong grip catches my hand as it lets go and holds me in place. 'Well, isn't it a great day to live' I think through to the process of opening my eyes to watch him pull me up till my gaze meets his in a deadly stare. With a snappish swing, he throws me to the floor beneath him with a blow that made a loud sound. With a whine I clenched my eyes, feeling the burn of the blow, the pain as it rapidly spread through my whole back. Letting go of my hand, his took a grip of my breath, holding my throat forceful lifting me closer to his white mask until the tip of nose touch it.
"Heroes never die, at least…not yet" he whispered into my ear his voice still sounding croaky, my breathing still heavy.
"Go to hell" I whispered in return struggling to get more air into my lungs. He laughs, his laugh sounding harsh like his voice. His hold on my throat pulled me away from a near embrace and face to face with him, with his free hand he lifted his mask revealing his pale scarred skin and giving details of eyes. He grins at me knowing something I didn't.
"I'll take you with me" he says without losing the smug on his face and puts the mask on again. I feel my face getting hotter and his grip tightening. There were white spots everywhere, little clouds then an abyss of darkness.
He got up looking at his unconscious nemesis as she powered down and just like she wasn't dressed to fight she returned to her shorts and her white shirt. She looks like she's sleeping and if it weren't for the blood-stained cheeks and the tousled white hair put into a braid that is now messed, she would've look peaceful for a second. He pushed the thought out of his mind and bending he lifted her in his arms. Walking inside the disastrous studio he inspected the surroundings looking if there is something that he needed to be concerned with, but nothing caught his eyes. He continued walking through the corridor and out to the hall where several doors were open with fearful eyes watching him strode through the hall with his catch. He hears the echoes of the closing doors and smiles, feeling the fear building and his spirit bathing in it. Plus, he was feeding of her life essence, compensating the blows had received. He keeps walking through the hall, up the stairs and up and up to the rooftop. There his cloaked ship appears visible to everyone's eyes and he got in putting her in the copilot seat and sitting himself in the pilot's seat. He turns it on, hearing the rumble and the purring of the vessel as it lifts and takes flight at a rapid speed. He was sure she wasn't going to wake up, at least while he was there, because after feeling better he just took sips from her essence slowly making her weaker. If he wanted to get paid it was a necessary evil, he didn't mind doing it, after all he wore his hate for her like a second skin. That's why he wasn't going straight to the payload, he risked a lot to find her and now he just did, what a delight.