Female Version of a Soul Reaper

'Dont look back', he told me. I looked back. A slash of silver flashed in my vision, and i was dead. A tall, slim figure stood before me. His scent ran over me and i inhaled deeply. Srawberries, mixed with roses. could it be a woman? I opened my eyes and saw who stood before me. Black swirling cloaks masked her figure and was surrounded with mist. I blinked. Who needed an entrance as dramatic as that?

My vision cleared and i saw that she was not a woman. No. A Reaper.

'You must've killed many roses to cover up that stink of yours,' i muttered. I dug into my belt and flashed my short sword, holding it defensively. She smiled.

'You cannot hurt me. You are human.'

'This can,' i snarled. 'It was dipped in the blood of a household's firstborn son and has a White Witch's blessing.'

Her smile faded. 'You knew i would come.'


Her hand reached up to touch the distorted image of the dark crow that was burned in her right shoulder. A brief scent of burning flesh reached my nostrils and i flinched as bile reached my throat. I coughed and tried desperately to rinse it down with my saliva. It tasted bitter and left an ugly aftertaste in my mouth. She laughed, a strangely angelic sound for something so dark. 'You fear me.' The tilt of her head, the smile that stretched her open lips was not what seemed so familiar, but rather the way she said it.
A jolt of shock ran through me as i said it. 'You were human before.' she smiled, though her eyes narrowed dangerously. 'Do you recognize me?' 'No, but i know you.' my brain raced, trying to place her face through the number of people i conjured up from my head.

Who was she? a schoolmate? from the Organisation? I decided to ask her straight out. 'Are you from the Organisation?' She stared at me, her eyes a dead black. 'We've met before,' she said coldly. 'But you never told me your secrets.'
An edge of bitterness crept in her voice. 'The great Hinata Misuki, master of all rogues, leader of rebels. who wouldn't know you.' She smirked and reached for her scythe.
'Today feels blessed. Claiming your soul will be the most worthiest thing i've ever done.' She drew her weapon and a mass of souls wailed, undoubtly held captive in the deadly scythe. 'Wait,' i said. 'If we've known each other before, then you must know that i can't die now. i have some urgent matters to complete before i can allow death to take me.'

She said nothing. Walking slowly towards me, dragging the death sword on the hardened ground sparks emanated and fizzled from it, leaving a line in its trace. She raised the scythe and a high, screeching sound vibrated through the air. i held tightly to my blessed weapon, praying hard nothing would go wrong.

She glared at me with eyes so dead they looked like burned coal. 'If you do not come now without protest, i will have to use force.' 'damn it!' i rolled to the side as her blade struck the ground i had occupied a moment ago. she raised her burned arm and a fiery laser burst forward towards me, wrecking the loose tiles and bricks. I dodged and dodged. Holding my only weapon in my sweaty hand, i waited for the perfect oppourtunnity to strike.

She turned towards me, her face a contorted mask of hatred and anger. She let out an inaudible scream and her dark energy pushed past me, threatening to suck my soul into the endless void. I stuck my knife into the ground and held on desperately onto it, fighting to keep my eyes open against the howling wind and raging tornado.

A face screamed at me as it whipped past. The Reaper was gliding towards me slowly, her eyes a glowing red and i could feel the scythe vibrate as it pulsed. The sound was enormous and threatened to overwhelm me. She was coming closer; armed as i was, i was helpless agasint the black tornado. A brush of a touch and i would be sucked in, condemned to eternal suffering with all the lost souls.

She was nearer now and i saw her mouth move.

'Give up,' she hissed. 'Give up and come with me peacefully.'

That's when something hit me. A Reaper would never negotiate with you, especially when their so close to winning. They are dead, heartless creatures. They suck souls because they take joy in seeing them suffer. They would never give you a chance to die peacefully. Not the Reapers that dominate Hell.

I stand up. Suddenly the wind seems less rough.

'I will not die today,' I said through gritted teeth. 'I will cheat death and bring Jason back to life!'

The Reaper laughed again.

'Planning to kill me and use my body as a disguise to bring your boy back? She smirked. 'How delusional. You either must be very stupid, or stupidly brave.'

Again, a jolt of familiarity hit me as she said it. What was it with this Reaper? Everything about her seemed so familiar, her stance, pose, the tilt of her head, the way she chose her words.
Her blade struck me in the shoulder and i staggered back. Blood seeped out, tainted with a mushy gray. Poison.
I jumped backwards as her blade made for me again. It narrowly missed my chin. I grabbed her hand and twisted it, righting myself. Her left elbow came from nowhere and rammed my nose. Blood splurted out and i blindly swung my knife. It connected with something soft and i heard a low hiss of pain. Stumbling back, i gazed through the haze of blood.
My knife was stuck on the Reaper's arm, sizzling and burning a hole through her flesh. It had to hurt, but no expression of pain crossed her face. Instead, i was shocked to see something like pride reflected in her eyes at me.
'You did it,' she whispered. 'You did it, Miele. I'm so proud.'

Life Now...

Time drags so slow, i've lost track
day by day, dawn becomes dimmer,
life's purpose loses validity

no longer bearing quality. 

Today where i stand,
i no longer feel solid ground.
it's moss and weed,
that slowly falls apart.

Tomorrow, facing endless scrutiny
i plunge these hands in the cold river
washing off all that once meant to me.

Apologies are all i have to offer
but i cannot defend anymore
not when there are no more answers to look for.


Distressed souls cry out to me,
with their pains and frustrations
yearning for aspirations
dreams that had a mean
goals unseen
A great people to be..

Futures hanging, aloft a thin veil of doubt
beyond skies, we ask ourselves
could we reach them?