Title: Reaper

Author: Egyptian Kat

Rating: PG

Summary: It would take me two years of amnesia to realize that no matter what I did, I was the reaper.

Chapter 1: Sweet Surrender

The moon lights my way as I sprit thru the tree's. There leaves falling all around me, making small shadows against the ground. There are flashes of silvery light as I pass beneath the branches of the waning maple trees. I can feel my feet hit the ground. The soft thud of my sneakers against the leaf littered floor. Occasionally the dry snap of a twig sounds. But I keep running. My breathe coming out in large white clouds. The cold icy air moving in and out of my lungs; burning them. Making me want to recoil with each intake. But I continue. I force my legs forward; force them to hit the ground with their dull, hard thud.

I am alone; alone in a world that doesn't care; alone in the world that has all but forgotten me. Time is against me, time that is twisting my life in unimaginable directions. But hopefully I've cooped. It seems that I have. On the outside it looks like I have accepted my fate. But my insides are screaming; shrieking and attempting to tell the world that I am otherwise, trying to tell them that I feel as if death is a definite option, tell them that I can't handle this anymore. I want to fight. I want to fight for the things that I lost. Fight for the things that I thought I would never loose.

I am out of the park now. The maple trees are behind me now. The leaves still fall with out my presence, and that confirms that life still goes on without me, without my presence, without my care.

I am on the street now. The impacts of my feet on the dirt cement of Los Angeles become harder and a little more painful. The say, "pain is good." But they don't know that. Pain..there is too much pain. I have suffered too much, gained too much, only to loose it. Loose it once, lost it twice, three times, and to my horror, a fourth time.

I'd thought I'd learned. I thought that it wouldn't happen again. I would allow myself to come undone. I knew that I couldn't let anyone know again, not by me, not by my hand and word. I would know what was going on, I wouldn't be oblivious again, I'd pay attention.

Each time I lost another, I would tell myself that I knew what I was doing wrong, that I wouldn't do it again. That I'd try a different approach to living my life, and approach that wouldn't endanger the one's I loved.

It would take me years to figure out that no matter what I did, or tried to change, that I was the danger. I was the magnate that attracted the death, the danger and the impurities. It would take me two years of amnesia to realize that no matter what I did, I was the reaper.

I'm out of the city now, over water, on the pier. My feet are hitting wood now. I can hear the creaks of the planks as my solitary pounding passes over them. Over the wood that has endured so much, the wood that has endured the pounding wrath of the sea and the pounding of footsteps such as mine.

I am halfway down the pier and suddenly, to my surprise, I see a familiar figure leaning against the railing. She could see his tousled blonde hair, start against the black night sky with the moons light giving and angelic nuance to his profile. But she couldn't think of him right now, not ever again. She was just about to pass him when he looked at her. She could see his forehead wrinkle in confusion. But she couldn't pay attention to that, she couldn't care anymore. She knew he thought that she was going to stop in front of him, but she didn't, she kept running.

She could hear him running behind her now, his heavier footsteps vibrating through the old wooden planks of the pier. He was calling her name; she could here his breathless pleas for her to stop. She wanted to stop, she wanted to turn around and run into his arms, run to his arms and tell him how much she loved him, tell him how much she was sorry. But she couldn't do that, she wouldn't allow herself to do that. It wasn't fair to him, to his wife, to her.

The end was near, she could feel it. She saw the end and the tension began to pull at her stomach, pull at her thighs, pull at all her muscles, trying to make her stop.

She couldn't stop, she wouldn't stop. Instead, she sped up, leaving an ever increasing gap between her and her love.

"SYDNEY!" she heard him yell, but she ignored it and willed her tiring body to move faster.

He finally figured out what she was going to do. "SYDNEY STOP! DON'T DO THIS! YOU DON'T NEED TO DO THIS!" He shrieked.

She looked at the end again. The simple ending of everything lay in front of her with the simple ending of wood to the sea.

He heard him call her name again, but she was so close, she wasn't going to stop.

And suddenly, she was there. She was at the end. She slowed a little, only a little before jumping. Placing her hand on the cold wood she sung her feet over the railing and let go.



Too his horror he watched as she jumped. He watched as the love of his life took a leap that would take her life. And it disgusted him even more to realize that she believed that to commit suicide was her only option.

His body slammed into the railing as he watched her fall into the cold, icy Pacific, watch as the bubbles of her last breathe escaped her body, watched as her body descended to the bottom on the ocean. Quickly he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the JFT. Her father picked up. "Hello?"

"She jumped! She ran off the pier. F***! She jumped!" he yelled.

Knowing immediately who he was talking about, her father hung up and began to assemble a rescue.

Hearing the click of the phone he looked back into the ocean. The bubbles of her breathe was still rising.

He did the last thing he could think of. Removing his jacket and kicking off his shoes, he stood on the rail, and jumped.

A/N: R&R if you want more.