[Sorry for everyone and all that have been painfully awaiting an update to this story. Due to obstacles in my life, I haven't been able to write as frequently as I personally would like, however now that I have spare time. I will update this indefinitely. You all have been very supportive and you will be rewarded for it. For no please enjoy this little preview excerpt.]
chapter preview: Flames and Fury.
Selena raised two MA5B assault rifles. Darkness cloaked her presence. The supernatural emotion slithered into the deepest recesses of her mind. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead. Whatever this meant, be it dream or nightmare she wanted it to end. Staring into the endless void, blood pooling surrounding her a question flashed through her head. "Why me? Dammit Why me!?". The horrifying truth inflicted upon her the greatest of migraines. A gloved hand held a blade to her neck, she turned toward her wrists, which now had been bound in courses rusted restraints. Her long hair flowed free, her cold eyes, shown as sparkling orbs. She had been robbed of her edge, her white visor always concealed her emotions, not anymore. The vile figure coarsely caressed her cheek. He spoke eerily devoid of mercy and pity.
"You wretched woman, have caused us much hardship." The voice wreaked a sadistic edge. "Fear not I am expected to allow you to live...they have tasked me with the sweetest pleasure of breaking you, so that you will be a bit more obedient."
Selena held her head low refusing to respond."..."
"Hmm, silent to the end. It is no surprise to me you are the scarlet reaper of Harvest. Hehehe, such a pretty title for a wench like you." A horrid slurp was heard. "I will enjoy thi-"
Selena spat in his face. She was beyond words. The bastard was truly disgusting. Her eyes emanated a hatred that rivaled that of which she withheld all those years.
The figure frowned but then smiled. "Oh you have moxy. Those with moxy always get my special treatment." A scalpel slid from his white over coat. "Lets begin"
Selena winced in anticipation. Interrogation she was no stranger too, but even she feared what was to come from this. Closing her eyes the spartan resigned to her fate yet nothing occurred. Selena opened her eyes viewing the sight of a dark navy cloaked figure, holstered lay two twin scythe hilts on his back. He wore a visor, of a decayed black skeleton, his bone chalk white gloved hands held the scalpel and blade away from Selena. The figure stared Selena's assailant in his eyes. Silence engulfed the room, the reapers cold fury pointed in full toward the sadistic man. His aurora turned more intense the longer he internalized exactly what was taking place.
Selena watched on in awe. "What the hell..." Were her last thoughts before phasing out of consciousness.