She dropped her empty pistol unintentionally as she watched in shock. Her cigarette slowly burning its way to the filter as its smoke blended with the air around her. The grim reaper successfully evaded her shots but left a pool of blood in his wake. ‘The grim reaper bleeding’ she thought as she watched unconvincingly, ‘is he human or something.’
“Does my blood captivate you,” said an icy voice behind her. The grim reaper stood sternly with his claymore stabbed into the ground held by both hands at the tilt. His green eyes pierced through the darkness that made up his cloak.
“If is death you seek so badly, then earn it,” he ordered shrewdly, “fight me.” She gaped at him, fazed by the trial he placed before her. She didn’t know the grim reaper to be fighter but a swift assassin that takes you out in a blink.
There were many questions she had loathing but her pondering was cut short by the grim reaper who made the first move as he glided towards her with his claymore. In reaching within physical contact he swung it upright forcefully in her direction. She evaded the attack as she rolled back, stopping in a crouching position. “You think death is achieved so easily,” he shouted unemotionally with his claymore still held in the air from the attack.
“Tell me why you spared me,” she asked befuddled as she got to her feet, “what are your intentions.”
“The grim reaper has no motive,” he answered vilely, “strictly protocol.”
She pushed her hands under her skirt and pulled out two pistols that were strapped to her laps as she watched him intently.
“If is a brawl you desire,” she stated confidently, spinning both pistols in each hand, “then look no further.”
The reaper snickered at the statement, and then darted towards her striking his claymore vertically. She dodged the attack as she flipped sideways then fire two shots at the reaper who dodged by disappearing. He reappeared behind her and immediately swung his claymore horizontally where she stood. She ducked it then defended herself by sweeping the floor where he stood in an attempt to trip him. He successfully eluded the attack as he jumped backwards slightly gliding in the air before landing.
She then went on the offensive and ran towards him as she fired shots from her pistols. He dodged them as he maneuvered through the bullets then swing his claymore diagonally to strike her down. She twisted her body to the right completely avoiding the attack then retaliated by firing a shot to his head. He again eluded the attack by vanishing. She stood there trying to anticipate his next move as he was no longer visible, then noticed the pools of blood at various points on the ground where the grim reaper once stood.
“This has been an interesting turn of events,” said the reaper still unseen, as she focused her attention on his voice, “a human who seeks death yet opposes it; but let’s see how good you really are.” Without warning the grim reaper emerged out of thin air from the sky just above where she stood; striking his claymore down on her. She glared at the power of the claymore as it came down on her before jumping backwards; using her pistol to block off the attack she would otherwise be unable to. There was a slight splatter of rich red blood. Her left palm bled sweetly. The wound was shallow; a reflectance of a close call. Her pistol was also cut in half rendering it useless as she flew the remaining piece to the ground.
Her only weapon was the other pistol she held, tightly watching the grim reaper desperately.
“It is time to end this little charade of yours human,” he said grimly, “come now let me guide you to the otherworld where nothing but pain and misery awaits you.”
He braced himself, positioning his body in a striking stance with his claymore swung over his shoulder. She held her pistol sturdy in her right arm as she readied herself for the final attack. There was a brief intermission of silence, and then they both leaped towards each other, closing the gap between them. Then in inches of nearing each other there was a heavy swing from the grim reaper’s claymore at the same time three rigorous shots were fired. The impact resulted in spill of blood that painted the ground beside them, as it illuminated purely in the golden sun before it concealed itself behind the mountains, closing the events of a frazzled day.
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This is the sequel to the popular piece called Reaping Death. If you haven’t read it then click here to view. P.S. people have told me that I should get my work illustrated. If you are an illustrator or knows one who might do it please bmail me.