The Reaper’s Monster (part 1)

“I killed the beast!” he screamed, “I killed the person who is going to set our world on fire!”

I heard my best friend screamed over and over again, while I was laying there, half-dead, covered in a pool of blood, my blood. I heard footsteps coming towards my body; I heard the sound of people whispering. Those whispering changed, now people are praising him, they were praising my friend who stab me. They praised him over and over again, and then the sounds started to go farther and farther away. Everything started going blurry. It seems that I am going to die soon. I exhaled, closing my eyes, accepting the bitter truth that my best friend killed me and was proud of it.

“My, my, what do we have here? Such a tragedy,” spoke a voice. I took every bit of power I have left and opened my eyes, to which I saw a man wearing all-black attire. I never knew that man; I have never seen him before. He was dressed in clothing not from this era, he had a top hat and he wore a long black coat, he had a cane in one of his hand. He was very peculiar so to speak, but I could not care less, after all I am about to die. I started to close my eyes again, until he said, “I can give you another chance in life. I can help you get your revenge. Your friend that created this mess, do you not want to properly give your regards? Besides, a woman submerged in her own blood, on a pavement is not how I imagine your death.” I opened my eyes and looked at him, he took my interest, but then again, I have to think about my choices. I could not clearly see what he was doing, but for a moment, I felt that he was smiling; knowing he had took my interest.

 “I’ll give you your life back, if you do one thing for me. A small errand, it won’t be a hassle.” I took every bit of strength left and nodded, after all, what could be worse than this. In a beat, suddenly I was back. There was no pool of blood; there was no stab wound; there was only him and me. “Who are you?” I said while still trying to catch my breath. It was all too surreal; I was gasping for air and was inhaling my own blood before, and now suddenly I am back on my feet. “I would aspect you to thank me first, but no matter. I am a grim reaper. I am the one who should deliver people’s souls to the after world. You have a bright future in front of you, well not quite. In exchange for giving you your life back, I want you to kill a person, he or she has been sucking people’s life and our job has been hectic since then.” Well, I was shocked to say the least. A grim reaper was in front of me, he gave me my life back. “I’ll get in touch with you when I have the time. I would advise you to use your life very carefully. Until we meet again,” he bowed and then he disappeared, gone without a trace.

A year has passed and everything seemed like it has gone back to normal. Except the fact that my previous best friend has completely forgotten me and I have to kill a person with strange ability, a person who could suck another person’s life force. My hatred towards my previous friend grew, as well as my curiosity with the reaper. After all, out of all the people on this earth, why must he choose me? I was deep in my thought, until a voice distracted me.

“What is in that mind of yours that is making you spill your tea?” I quickly came back to my senses to see the reaper sitting in my kitchen chair. “Such a waste of good tea, what question do you have for me? Perhaps you would like to know why I chose you, or maybe you would like to know something much more personal?” he said, added with a smirk to his remark. I quickly took a rag from the sink to clean the floor. I was in a daze, and then I took a glance look at the reaper. I have never actually observed him before, now that I think about it, he was very handsome. “Staring is quite improper, you know. If you wish to figure me out, you could always just ask.”

“What is the reason you chose me?” I asked while trying to cover my flushed face. “It’s not just because I was the only one there that was needed a second chance, right?” “Of course not, I chose you for a reason.  Like any other reaper, I have my own way on dealing with problems. Usually, I would like a non-messy and fastest way possible, but since the problem is much bigger and fast is out of question, and I do not want make my hands dirty, I chose you. Us reaper has the ability to see the life people like yourself have lived, to me, you are one of the most interesting human I had ever lay my eyes to.”

“About the one I am supposed to kill. You really have no idea how he or she looks like?” I asked again. “No. None at all, every time reapers go to retrieve a soul from a body, the souls were already gone. No mere mortals could do that, and with that monster lurking around, let’s just say everything is not in their right place,” said the ripper; I could see from him eyes, what kind of havoc the monster has created. His eyes showed a very deep hatred and anger, something I would never expect to see from the reaper’s face. My stomach churned, after all how could I, just a girl like me, be able to kill such a monster?  

Forgotten Villain

She woke up in the middle of the night with a shadow monster on top of her with its talons around her neck. She tries to scream but it was useless, there was no one there, no one could help her. She looked around for something that could help her escape, but there was nothing. The grip around her neck starts to tighten and it started getting harder for her to breathe. ‘What should I do? What can I do?’ she thought to herself. She started getting desperate, and so she took all the powers she had left and kicks the monster. Its grip started getting loose and she escaped, down the hall, to the basement where she stores her candles. She took one and lights it. Then, she took a couple more candles and sits in the corner of the room.

The room suddenly went dim and she could see the shadow monster’s talon crawling on the walls. “What do you want?” she asked. “Villains will never win you know, the hero will always win. You won’t win, so it’s better if we can clear things up now. You can’t go near me, I have a light with me,” she said bravely while stuttering. “Villain?” a deep raspy voice, that sounded like it belonged to the monster reply. Suddenly, the whole room began to shake and the monster crawl faster to her than before. The monster was about 5 inches away from her. The light from the candle protected her. She tried to be brave and while shivering from fear she muttered, “You—you are the vi- villain, I will defeat you, li—like the hero I’m raised to be.”

Now, she was sure that voice belonged to the monster as it opened its mouth again, “Why should I be the villain?! You made me, you turned me to this, so why should I be the villain?!” its scream was filled with rage, pain, and agony, and it only made her feel more frightened to hear what the monster said. The room began to shake greatly and the walls started to crack. “I created you? I never recall creating a monster.” Her reply only angered the monster more and more. Suddenly, the whole room turned dark and the only light left was the light on her hands. The surprises didn’t stop there. From the monster’s head a face emerges, and what she saw made her whimper in fear. “H—how, what is this trickery?” she said, trying not to believe what she is seeing.

“Trickery you say? No, what you are seeing now is your own flesh and blood, your twin brother. Tell me sister, do you not remember me at all? Me, who has always been one step behind you. Me, who became your shadow ever since birth. Me, who is always neglected, forgotten, because of you. I become like this is your fault. Your fault,” he screamed to her. His voice was filled with anger, misery, and a great deal of sadness.

“I—I, I was born to be a hero, it is what I was told to do. I am a hero, I have trained, learned, and I went to a great deal of pain to become a hero just like they said. I am hero,” she said trying to prove herself. “What hero leaves a person to crumble into a monster? Tell me. You’re no hero. What great deal of pain? You have no idea what I have been through. What I have endured, what I have tried to do, when the darkness finally took its hold on me, what did you do? Did you save me from getting consumed by darkness? Did you save me from getting swallowed by the shadows? Did you save me like the hero you said to be? Did you?!” he screeches. “No. No, you didn’t save me. Do you know what you did?” he continued. She shook her head saying that she does not know. She was trying to remember, not just that certain memory, she was trying to remember him, her brother, her younger brother who she was supposed to protect, but she does not remember at all, nothing reminded her of him, nothing triggered her memory of him.

“When the shadows took me, you were the last thing that I saw. You were standing outside with mother and father; you got your hero license and everything. They were praising you. Did you know what I did? I screamed for you. I called you multiple times. I begged you to save me like the hero you said you are. That was when I realized. You are not going to come to help me. Do you know what I think? You are no hero. At least not to me,” Her facial expression when she heard what he said was a mix of guilt and sadness. She couldn’t save her brother. Not only that, her brother stopped seeing her as the hero she is. The world’s view made her so blind that she could not save the one person who is supposed to be the most important person in her life. “I—I didn’t know, I—I don’t, I’m sorry,” she said whimpering.

“Sorry? Did you think your apology will solve everything? Did you think saying sorry will make the shadow disappear? The shadow took everything from me. My life, all my life now, I can only see from behind, I can only see darkness. Do you know what it’s like being in the dark for a long time? Do you?!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said begging to her furious brother. She was crying, she couldn’t hold her emotions together. “You know what sister? You said the hero will always win in a story. You said that when we were little too. But, you know what? I don’t think you’ll win, sister. This is my story, and in here, you are the villain. Just like you said sister, the villain will never win,” as he said this, the light of the candle she was holding dies, and he swallowed her in his shadows, where they will be together in the darkness, where all the lost and forgotten live in tremendous pain and suffering.