Soul Reaper (Rewritten)
Chapter One - The Incident
Robin walked along the sidewalk of the darkened alleyway as quietly as she could. Her head down and her eyes full of regret and sorrow as she gazed up to the Mother moon. Why did it have to be like this? She would always fight for what was right, but the problem was, the didn't know what was truly right anymore. Certain things and certain people had confused her mind, and she could not help but wonder.
She sighed heavily. They were now on pursuit of a very powerful witch who was killing random people almost every night the week before. It became worse and worse every night and she realized that no matter how much she wanted the world to change, it never would. Not once.
This night was the worst of all -- Halloween Night. That was when all the freaks came out. It actually scared her, though she tried her best not to show it Amon and the others. The evil, it just gave her shivers up her spine thinking about it.
Amon was somewhere near, like he always was, keeping an eye on her and looking for this witch as well. She sighed once again and turned her to another alleyway. It was like something was calling to draw her attention. She let her hands fall to her side, her eyes narrowing as she swore she saw some movement. Was this the witch, or was it just some rat looking for food?
Her chestnut hair fell into her face as she took a step forward, tilting her head to the left slightly. The glasses slid down to the bridge of her nose as she walked along the alleyway walls, letting her gloved hands trace along the rough surface of the red brick. Something was wrong; terribly wrong. She could feel a gut wrenching feeling climb up through her stomach and she turned, her eyes widening.
"AMON!" She cried being thrown against the brick wall with harshness. She threw herself up, hearing laughter poke and prod at her from every which way, from every corner that surrounded her in the darkness. "Where are you?" She demanded an answer. She snapped her head towards the dumpsters and they immediately burst into flames.
But the laughter continued, getting louder and louder; closer and closer. "I see you." The voice was almost childish, sweet and innocent but yet sadistic in the same way. "Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat." The melody was now stuck in her head as it flew.
The laughter ceased only for a moment before she saw the creature; this witch. He was drenched in black, the wind picking up the bottom of the trench coat upon his shoulders. His eyes were burning red like fire in the midnight desolation. "I want to play." He grinned a smile only the devil could give and started to walk towards her, teasingly.
She couldn't move, she was frozen! It was times like these when she hated not being able to use Orbo. She tried to scream out for Amon once again, but it was no use.
The figure stepped closer. His complexion was pale, and his face slim. He looked like a skeleton, just skin and bones -- skin hanging off his cheek bones. He stepped towards her and smiled even wider. "You will be delicious." He licked his lips as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to catch a better scent of her body. "You will taste great.." He placed his other hand on her cheek, his hand so cold and closed his eyes, pressing his lips to hers.
She couldn't move. She tried to scream, to use her craft, anything! But could not do one thing. She could feel her body growing weaker and weaker, and again there was nothing she could do. She slowly opened her eyes, which were now dilated, and saw a bright blue glow seeping from her lips into his. …Her soul.
Amon was running as fast as he possibly could after hearing his scream. "Shit!" He said, jumping over a gate and ran towards the alleyway which he told Robin to go into. "Robin?" He called out for her, but there was no answer. He rushed into the darkness, the gun up and ready to shoot anything that dared attack.
He gasped, seeing the scene of the witch and Robin. He could see that the witch was basically holding her up. She was limp, pale. "BASTARD!" He yelled, shooting the witch in the back when he was too busy with Robin.
The witch flinched when four orbo-filled bullets hit his back and entered his bloodstream. The blue glow disappeared as he let Robin fall to the ground with a wet thlap as he himself fell face first to the alleyway concrete.
Amon rushed over towards Robin, picking her head up and laying it in his lap. He pressed two fingers to her throat, hoping that he'd feel a pulse. He gave a loud and long sigh of relief feeling the pulse.. It was weak, but it was there. He picked her up into his arms and rushed over to the door. He closed the door and looked up to Factory's van already there. He didn't care; he needed to get her into the hospital.
He ran over to the driver's side and got into the car, immediately punching the gar. "Just hold on, Robin.. Hold on a little longer.
Please.."
I hope it is better than the original and I really hope you guys like it. Thanks. I will be rewritting all of the original, some things will be different.. Maybe the ending, maybe not. ;)
