Reaper || ⚠️ON HOLD⚠️ STEPHEN JAMES / PARANO...
Inspired by "Being Human" 🖤
In which a human who can see spirits falls for a reaper.
I was sixteen when I first felt him. His presence, his aura, his own atmosphere. He was an energy in himself. It started with seeing him out of the corner of my eyes, a swirl of dark smoke. But every time I turned to catch a glimpse, it evaporated. It took all of my time and energy into finding out what it was, who it was. I became obsessed. But I was frightened.
One night I was home alone and I was so utterly angry with it. I knew it could let itself be seen. I knew it was hiding from me. I ended up screaming at it, demanding it show itself. Instead, it left. It took almost a year for me to see it again. But now I was someone different. I had become so antisocial and meek. I was way too innocent and naive for my age. I didn't have any friends, any crushes, anyone at all. My father had just left and my mother wasn't home much. I was truly alone.
And then I was walking home one night.
I gulp, walking slightly faster than my normal pace. The man only sped up, following my footsteps much faster than I. I resulted to running, sprinting down the sidewalks of the vacant town. A gasp fell from my lips when I was tackled to the ground. I was crying, sobbing. My heart was beating so fast and so loud in my ears I thought I might have a heart attack. The man snickers above me evilly. Just before his hand can reach me, his eyes widen.
I cry out, seeing none other than an actual fist lodged into his chest. The area around it isn't bloody. It is glowing with a bright colored smoke. What is going on? What is happening to me? This has to be a dream. The fist is ripped back out and my assaulter falls to the ground, dead. His skin turns gray fast, and his eyes are wide open, glossy and clouded over. I scramble away from the body, turning to the only thing left in my world.
He holds his hand out for me, smiling. "Hold my hand. Let me protect you."