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Chapter 2
Shortly after the bus started up, a few minutes went by before it came to a struggled stop, and the driver opened the door with a rusty squeak. A man hidden in a large, brown coat stumbled aboard and slipped into the first seat behind the driver, and kept one hand in his coat. Leaning back, he seemed to be taking a nap, but Samuel knew bus lurched forward, and a light breeze blew through the bus. Through sharpened senses, he noticed the very faint smell of gunpowder. His eyes widened, and he jumped from his chair.
Damn! These passengers...?!
BANG! The sound broken the quiet atmosphere in the bus, and people cried out in panic and horror, watching Samuel fall to the ground, bleeding profusely.
More gunshot rang out, hitting against the ceiling of the bus. Crying out and screaming, the passengers lowered themselves, begging and pleading for their lives. After silence sounded the air, he began to talk.
"Alright! No one move unless I tell you otherwise! Driver, I expect you to start moving soon, otherwise, I blow your fucking head to pieces. Everyone else, hand up your purses, wallets, watches, anything with value, NOW!" Immediately, everyone started passing up various items due to the man's request, to which he snatched up greedily.
As soon as the crowd calmed, he noticed Samuel holding up his wallet with his unharmed arm, the other wrapped with his jacket. As soon as he reached for it, Samuel brought out the stick for the rack and smack him as hard as he could, wincing at the pain in his shoulder, and smirking. Of course it had barely hurt him. The man grinned coldly, and pointed the gun at Samuel's forehead. "Who the hell do you think you are, boy?"
Samuel stared back at the barrel, uninterested, and ripped off his coat, showing his right arm, completely healed.
The man stared in shock and horror, wondering, and Samuel took his chance. Reeling the stick, he smacked the gun, and they both watched it sail, smashed the window, and break into pieces on the road. He took the chance and forcibly pushed the man to the ground while the crowd stared in silence and surprise, and the man paled. Samuel, whistling, took the wrapping paper, and it was then clear what it was.
It was a Scythe, long, slender, and tied with a glowing skull. Horror erupted for the crowd, and the man yelled in terror. As Samuel swung, he paled and grew ghastly, looking much like Death himself, he murmured,
"Who am I, you ask? Look before you and see, for I am Death,and you, you are to die."
As he got off the bus, a pale grey mist followed him, and disappeared in this skull, with his eyes glowing an ominous purple. Everyone on the bus were screaming and yelling, climbing off the bus and running different directions, obviously wanting to forget the terrifying incident on the bus. He started crossing the street, when he heard a woman screaming out to him. Turning, he saw a lady running towards him, but stopped. Curiously and confusedly, he started to wave to her..
HONK!
Just as a bus slammed into him, blood spraying everywhere.
A little spoiler, or maybe it was obvious, but if you look up the nicknames for grim reaper, you get the name Samuel Archangel(look it up if you don't believe me)Which is how I got the name Samuel Grim. Love and peace, Ciaos!