Run! Have to Run! A small girl ran. She was about fourteen, with blond hair
and blue eyes. An average looking, part of the family girl. She wore
ordinary enough clothes. A green tank top and blue jeans. The top even had
a flower on it. She ran as fast as she could. As fast as her legs would
carry her. Oh God! Run! She ran into an alley, down into a back street and
hoped a fence gracefully, into a garden. It was an average, white picket
fence garden. She scanned the place carefully. Swimming pool; child's
sandbox; garden shed. She went back through the list. Nothing, she
surmised. Nothing of use, anyway. She heard rustling as a black silhouette
gracefully leaped the fence. She couldn't make out the figure properly, but
she knew exactly who it was. He, or it- she wasn't quite sure- had followed
her for several days now. She had only left home a few weeks ago, due to
her mutation. She had to run. She had been running ever since. But never
more so had she needed to than now. She had spent some time with a friend,
another mutant, under the metro lines, where they met the interstate. While
there, she had gone off to steal some food. In just a few weeks, she had
gotten quite good at it. When she had returned, she had found a body, who
she had to assume was her friend, then a black figure literally came out of
the shadows on the wall. She remembered what he had said:-
"I am death. He who kills Death, becomes him. I have become Death, and so it shall remain forever more." This was quite cryptic in it's own right, but then he had a change of tone altogether. "Hello child. . . Come say hello to the reaper man." She didn't say hello. She ran, but he had constantly been there. He was in her dreams as she wept in her sleep, he was on the buses that she hitched rides on, and he was even in her, tormenting her as she ran.
Now, he was in a white picket fenced garden, a family garden. And he had come for her. He stepped into the garden as a security light came on, illuminating him. He had armour made of bone, enwrapped in a cloak of darkness. His face was completely covered in a hood made of the same darkness. When he raised his head slightly, she swore she saw stars where the eyes should by, glowing like supernovas under the hood, yet it just made the rest of him seem darker. He pulled out a scythe from the middle of nowhere.
"I thought we'd try something a little more traditional." She saw white gleaming teeth, very clean, and very deadly looking, as he smiled a large smile. His teeth were filed down to needle sharp points.
A dog ran up to him, barking from inside its cage. The girl hadn't noticed it before. It barked loudly, definite guard dog material. It snarled. . . until death looked at it. His smile faded, his eyes glowing. The dog stopped and began to whimper. Death's eyes glowed brighter than ever, creating pure white light from under his cowl. The scythe blade glowed blue as well. He swung it at the animal and the air around him strobed for a millisecond. When the spots cleared from the girl's eyes, she saw the cage, completely undamaged, with something that may have looked like a dog, as a charred mess on the floor. Death returned to his other state as she looked at him.
"Your turn girl. Are you ready?" He swung the scythe at her. Now was a good time for her to use her powers. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she moaned- not used to the full extent of her powers, or whether it would work. The scythe struck and she too, became a charred mess. Death looked around for a moment, shrugged when he saw no-one, and reached up for his hood. The sounds of bones scraping together and the pop of bones relocating, came from him. He lifted the hood to reveal a tanned young man, with black hair and ice blue eyes. He smiled, revealing a full set of perfectly normal, and unusually clean teeth. He looked around some more, looked at himself to see a pair of blue denim jeans and a black top. People in the house came running out, one of which had a shot gun.
"Shoot him," the woman said.
'Death' stared at the man holding the gun. The man took the gun and put it to his wife's temple, staring blankly all the while.
"Wh. . . what are you doing? No!" The gun fired and the woman's crumpled body fell to the ground. 'Death' stared at the man again and smiled brutally. The man put the gun in his mouth and fired, landing next to his wife. 'Death' grabbed the shot-gun from the floor and pumped the rest of the shells out of it. By now, more lights were coming on in the surrounding area. He looked around once more, then jumped over the fence and ran.
"I am death. He who kills Death, becomes him. I have become Death, and so it shall remain forever more." This was quite cryptic in it's own right, but then he had a change of tone altogether. "Hello child. . . Come say hello to the reaper man." She didn't say hello. She ran, but he had constantly been there. He was in her dreams as she wept in her sleep, he was on the buses that she hitched rides on, and he was even in her, tormenting her as she ran.
Now, he was in a white picket fenced garden, a family garden. And he had come for her. He stepped into the garden as a security light came on, illuminating him. He had armour made of bone, enwrapped in a cloak of darkness. His face was completely covered in a hood made of the same darkness. When he raised his head slightly, she swore she saw stars where the eyes should by, glowing like supernovas under the hood, yet it just made the rest of him seem darker. He pulled out a scythe from the middle of nowhere.
"I thought we'd try something a little more traditional." She saw white gleaming teeth, very clean, and very deadly looking, as he smiled a large smile. His teeth were filed down to needle sharp points.
A dog ran up to him, barking from inside its cage. The girl hadn't noticed it before. It barked loudly, definite guard dog material. It snarled. . . until death looked at it. His smile faded, his eyes glowing. The dog stopped and began to whimper. Death's eyes glowed brighter than ever, creating pure white light from under his cowl. The scythe blade glowed blue as well. He swung it at the animal and the air around him strobed for a millisecond. When the spots cleared from the girl's eyes, she saw the cage, completely undamaged, with something that may have looked like a dog, as a charred mess on the floor. Death returned to his other state as she looked at him.
"Your turn girl. Are you ready?" He swung the scythe at her. Now was a good time for her to use her powers. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she moaned- not used to the full extent of her powers, or whether it would work. The scythe struck and she too, became a charred mess. Death looked around for a moment, shrugged when he saw no-one, and reached up for his hood. The sounds of bones scraping together and the pop of bones relocating, came from him. He lifted the hood to reveal a tanned young man, with black hair and ice blue eyes. He smiled, revealing a full set of perfectly normal, and unusually clean teeth. He looked around some more, looked at himself to see a pair of blue denim jeans and a black top. People in the house came running out, one of which had a shot gun.
"Shoot him," the woman said.
'Death' stared at the man holding the gun. The man took the gun and put it to his wife's temple, staring blankly all the while.
"Wh. . . what are you doing? No!" The gun fired and the woman's crumpled body fell to the ground. 'Death' stared at the man again and smiled brutally. The man put the gun in his mouth and fired, landing next to his wife. 'Death' grabbed the shot-gun from the floor and pumped the rest of the shells out of it. By now, more lights were coming on in the surrounding area. He looked around once more, then jumped over the fence and ran.