Reapers -- Thirteen Brothers
By Shim Simplina
All rights reserved. 2012
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just ourselves
Death is the ultimate end in life. It is an undefeatable enemy almost all of us fear.
More than a hundred and fifty thousand people die every day. More than six thousand die every hour and more than a hundred every minute as we speak.
I wish I could say that life is a story that concludes with “and they lived happily ever after” but no. Our stories go on and on until our last breath, making the best of our time on earth. In the end, it is not the ending that matters because eventually and inevitably, all of us will die. It is the natural order of the universe.
I knew it was coming. But I didn’t expect it to be this early.
“Running but going nowhere.” A woman’s voice sang in a horrible melody that made the hairs on the back of my head prickle. The voice seemed to be coming from under the ground. Sometimes it echoed everywhere hissing and growling at me accompanied by the occasional thunderclaps of a brewing storm.
I took one brave look at the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see something unearthly terrifying settled at the backseat. There was no one around; no one living at least.
I stepped on the gas pedal trying to fight the urge to shut my eyes and cover my ears with my hands. My heart was pounding against my chest and my sweaty hands trembled as I steered through the dark street leading to Ashland’s border.
“C’mon Aramis Rayne! You can do this!” I gritted through my teeth as I squinted against the shadows cast by the ancient looking trees lining the road.
Loud blood curdling cackles reverberated everywhere as though a dozen more hungry spirits were in pursuit of me. I ground my teeth struggling to keep my concentration and not succumb to the urge to look back to whatever creatures they were that lurked in the cold darkness.
Instead, my left hand fumbled into my jacket pocket for the small piece of paper with a haphazard scribbled note.
You know where to go.
Route 61, The Sinclairs, Ashland-Centralia Border.
P.S. Watch out for the hole.
“Rayne, Rayne don’t go away.” The voices chorused all at once grating like rusty hinges, making me wince. “We’ll come again another day.” In any other day, I would’ve laughed at the pun but tonight, I could only cower in fear.
Vincent Sinclair knew what was happening to me. He warned me long before this night. He’d know what to do; that is if I get to him first before those creatures get me. Desperately, I accelerated over ninety miles, my breathing slowly becoming ragged, my sight blurring with a dark haze. Soon, I could feel it again. My grip on the steering wheel loosened a bit as my hand twitched with an ethereal glow. It was happening again.
|Saoirse Ronan||as Aramis Rayne|
|Landon Liboiron||as Vincent Sinclair|
|Asa Butterfield||as Vladimir Sinclair|
|Camilla Belle||as Rosario Cruz|
|Imran Khan||as Amyr Suresh|
|Richard Gere||as Archimedes|
|Jerry Trainor||as Maximillian|
|Ryan Potter||as Kyoshiro|
|Bradley Cooper||as Pilgrim Reaper|
|Taylor Swift||as Lindsay Moseley|
|Cody Linley||as Carter Applegate|