The New Reaper (Chapter 2)
I Am Death
I was awoken by a blinding light. "Where am I?" I thought. "It's good to see you made it back on the surface." A deep voice in my head said. "Who are you? What's going on?" I inquired. "It'll come back to you soon; you're still a little shaken up from all that's happened recently. You are my new Reaper, and you will carry out my bidding as I see fit. I am in your thoughts; every move you make is because of me, and because of this I can grant you great power. I am your master and you are my servant and will do as you are commanded. Now, reach into your robe; you will find a list in your pocket. On that list are people who have rejected the truth and are permanently condemned to my paradise. Your job is to simply quicken their voyage. Understand? Good, now off you go."
"This all seemed so crazy, a few hours ago I was writing a letter in my cell and now I'm the Devil's Grim Reaper? This must be a dream, but it's not. I might as well get to work, now let's see who will be first?" I scanned the list and found a suitable first candidate. "Ah, here we go this is perfect; an easy assignment. An old, short woman by the name of Carol Lauding was 76 years of age; rejected Christ at the age of 41 and hasn't felt conviction since. I think I will rather enjoy this." "Death, I have bestowed some of my power on you." The Devil said. "No need to walk to your assignment, you can disappear and reappear at your destination." I just thought about where I needed to go and I was there in an instant, standing at the door of Miss Lauding's house. Since I still had so much power I walked right through the door, just like a ghost could in the movies. Miss Lauding was sitting on her old rocking chair reading a book. I'd figured that I might wake her up. "Carol Lauding, your time has come." She looked at me with all too familiar eyes. That was the same look that my mother gave me before I ripped her fragile body apart. "What are you doing in my house? How did you get in here?" she asked. "I am Death, and I have come to free your soul and bring it to my master Lucifer." "You have ten seconds to get out of my house or I'm calling the police! One…two…three…four…" she started to stand up and head for the phone while I stared at her with violent intentions. "Five…six…seven…eight…nine…" she reached for the phone and picked it up. "Ten…I gave you your chance but now you will have to deal with the police you hoodlum!" she began the phone call and I quickly drew out my scythe and amputated her hand. She was so frightened that she couldn't even scream and stared at me not knowing what to do then stared at the bloody ground where her hand now laid. She was losing blood fast and did not have the energy to even walk away. "I am Death, and your soul will now be judged by Lucifer." With that saying I made a second strike and this time slicing her into 2 pieces; vertical down the middle if you want to be specific. As her body fell apart, one thing remained standing: it appeared to be her soul. It looked like the woman just before I brutally murdered her but she was transparent. I had not seen these souls in my past victims, but I was given some power by the Devil which allowed me to see these condemned souls. Carol's soul began to sink into the floor. She screamed and cried and even reached out for my hand thinking that I would save her, but I could not save her even if I had wanted to, for her soul was about to face eternity with my master.
"Who shall be my next victim?" I scanned the list again. "I think I'll go with one more senior citizen." I quite enjoyed killing these old people for 2 reasons: they didn't put up a fight and they reminded me of my parents. "This Mister Jenkins appears to be a bit younger than my previous assignment. 63 years old, tall, strong, and in good physical condition, but he shares the same fate for he too rejected Christ one too many times." By using the power that the Devil granted me, I teleported to Jenkins' home which was located deep within the forest; far from civilization. He was sitting on his porch keeping a lookout for any unwanted guest, I just happened to be one of those guests. "Jenkins, your time has come, it is time to pay for your past crimes; I will relinquish your soul unto the Devil himself and leave him to judge you as he sees fit!" "Son Imma give ya 3 secons to git off my property!" Jenkins said with an angry tone. Not scared by his threats I began to walk towards the old gruff. "Alright son it looks like your time is up! I best be runnin if I was you!" I remained determined and kept moving forward. Jenkins pulled out a shotgun from beside his chair and took aim at me. He pulled that trigger and would've made direct contact with me but the same power I used earlier to walk through the door I used again to walk right through the shells. "Wha…hold it right thur!" at this point I was standing on the porch with Jenkins and he proceeded to take another shot at me. "Why ain't you fallin?" I kept walking towards him and Jenkins was out of ammo. He turned the shotgun around and tried to hit me with the stock, but my scythe proved more effective and sliced his precious shotgun into pieces. "What did I do to deserve this?" he said as fell on his knees and started to cry. "Old man Jenkins, your time has come. I am Death, and your soul will be freed by my blade. Soon you will face eternal torment with my master." I swung my scythe across his neck and his old fragile skin gave way under the sheer power of the sharp blade. As his head rolled across the floor I proceeded with yet another strike. The scythe entered through his neck came out through his stomach. His soul stood up and glared at me with eyes filled with decades of guilt and regret. He looked down and sunk into the floor; he had nothing to say, not even a scream.