A World Deep in Disorder

Chapter Forty-Three: Rematch against the Reaper

Well, here we have it: The final chapter of the Harris series! Hope you've all enjoyed it. I can't tell you who the next character's saga will be, because it's a character that none of you are familiar with… anyways…

The disclaimer got fed up with his job, and left, saying that a lot of this story is original, anyways. I'll convince him to come back as soon as possible. Thanks in advance for your patience.

Last Time: Ace found the scroll of Averis, and learned its secrets. It got him enough power to kill the second of the thirteen unluckies, but will it work against the sixth? We'll have to see…

Harris Saga Chapter VIII:

Saga Final Chapter

Harris looked into the infinite fog. He knew what his meant. The sixth was near. Sure enough, the sixth, who had recovered from his fatal wounds, stepped into view, already transformed. The sixth chuckled. "That idiot Zalthyr didn't take you to Kirth after all… perhaps, if I do it, and report him, Zalthyr will be killed by Kirth, and I'll take Zalthyr's place as second in command… it's all too perfect." He stated, taking a step forward. Harris sighed. Apparently, he didn't know that Kirth didn't want him for interrogation at all. "Kid, you're coming with me. I defeated you in battle quite easily last time, and I won't be afraid to do it again… give it up, you cannot win." The sixth stated. Harris shook his head. "No. Things have changed… you're going down this time…" He said, rushing forward at a speed that shocked the sixth.

'How? I only fought him a day ago, and his speed multiplied tenfold!' The sixth thought, raising his blade up to block Harris's brutal punch of death.

The sixth then swung his blade in a large arc, and Harris blocked it, receiving no wounds, but getting sent far back. "I see that you've improved… so you're the one who found the scroll of Averis, are you not?" The sixth asked. Harris nodded. "Damn right I did." He said, and the sixth shook his head. "Damn… so many years of searching… and we almost had it… the thirteen could've gained Kirth's favor over the generals… you just had to ruin it, didn't you?" The sixth asked.

"Why is there so much tension between the generals and the thirteen, though? Aivos and Zyalia seemed to get along fine." Harris said. "It's because Zyalia has the ability of seducing on her side. Probably the most beautiful member of the silver rogues, and Aivos fell for the bait. Other than that, generals and the thirteen are ach-enemies, competing for Kirth's favor. We conduct their research, we're building them an android army, (Note: This saga takes place before Badge's in chronological order) we've even got me and Biyan, who, if the generals are supposed to be the strongest under Kirth, are a lot better suited for the positions than Tirios and Meyrg… and what do they do? Hold up a barrier and look pretty! If they're the strongest, then why aren't Biyan and I generals?" The sixth complained.

Harris shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know, but I do think that the generals do more than you realize." He stated. "What do you know?" The sixth asked angrily, dashing at Harris at a speed one would think to be impossible for a guy clad in plate armor.

He then swung his blade in a huge arc, and Harris blocked it with one hand. With the other, he delivered a deadly karate chop that smashed the blade clean in two. Then, while all this stunned the sixth, he punched his helm three times. The third fiery punch broke the helm, but what was underneath was shocking.

Nothing.

Nothing was underneath. Suddenly, a chuckle emanated forth. "Fool… you cannot kill me… I AM DEATH!" The figure yelled, as the plate armor on him shattered, revealing a huge mass of tattered black robes. He then chuckled, and from the robes, pulled out a large and ornate scythe. "Legendary weapon… Death's Scythe… for I AM death." The sixth exclaimed.

Now, he was basically a tattered and floating black robe, with old and rotting hands coming out of the sleeves, one carrying a huge and jagged black scythe with a blood red blade. There was no head, yet a voice could be heard.

Death rushed at Harris, who had to backflip out of the way to avoid the huge swing of the scythe. However, he underestimated the scythe's range, and was still hit by the scythe. It made a large gash on his side, and took a large toll of blood. Harris held his side and gasped in pain. Death chuckled. "The scythe takes a lot of blood… most people would've died of blood loss by now. Oh well… death's hand will finish you." Death stated. Using his other hand, he grabbed the injured Harris by the neck, and began to squeeze, creating a large dark purple aura. "This is rapidly sucking the life from you. You'll be dead in less than a minute." Death stated, as Harris screamed in pain. It was then that Harris used both his legs to kick Death across the room, and releasing his death hold.

"Sixth… reaper… or… whatever you are… this isn't over yet…" Harris panted. "Indeed. Let us… finish this." Death replied, getting up. Death ran at Harris with his scythe, and Harris blocked, but Death reached out with his death's hand, but Harris kicked Death in the chest, causing Death to fall back a bit, and on the ground. Harris then stood above Death.

"You've been alive long enough… its time for you to die." Harris stated, charging up a flaming fist. Death, in a last ditch effort, threw his scythe at Harris, who was barely able to dodge the blow. "No!" Death screeched. Harris didn't say a word. He just plunged his fiery fist straight through the robes of the one called Death. "NOOOOOOO!" Death screeched louder, as he burst into blue flames, from the hole Harris's punch had made outwards, leaving nothing less. Then the scythe simply disappeared. Harris then collapsed to the ground. The damage from the scythe and death's hand was catching up to him…

…Aftermath…

A solemn wind blew over the desert. A tear leaked from Harris's eye, but due to the mask, you couldn't see it. He had returned the excavation site to its normal state, and made five sturdy graves… one for each member of his family who was killed. "Mom… Dad… Austin… Jase… Alicia… I hope you liked the graves I built for you. I don't know if you can hear me all the way down in the dead plane, but I hope you can… I've avenged you, Alicia, Jase, and Austin… killed your murderer. All that remains for me now is to get stronger. I'm going to go out into the world once again, and do that. In nine years, when I'm twenty-five… I'll come back to this desert… and get my revenge upon the one who killed you, mom and dad… until then… good-bye." Harris solemnly spoke. When he was done, he slung his pack over his shoulder, and once again, departed for the rest of the world… outside the desert…

End of Saga

I like how I end these sagas, but do you? Let me know, or I may come to your house during the night, and… put it this way, if you go to sleep, you may not wake up. :) …Just kidding… but review, please. I'm taking a break for the night, so the new saga begins… tomorrow…

Until Next Chapter,

-Biggoron