The Hunt

For an English thing-meh-bob

On a wintry, December night, a ghostly figure approached a bedroom door, firmly closed against intruders. The Grim Reaper tilted his skeletal head to one side to hear a sudden cry of despair. Someone was in there. Gripping his scythe tighter, the master of death swung his black cloak around his bony figure, creating an abrupt whooshing sound that instantly silenced the sobs. Chuckling darkly to himself, the Grim Reaper bowed his head down and glided slowly towards the door. He knew he was not going to leave this place alone.

The young girl's head shot up. She got the feeling that someone - or something - was in her room as well. Clearing her throat and wiping the tears off her sullen face, sorrowful Paige picked up her anxiety meds in one hand, and a razor sharp blade in the other. She climbed onto the creaky bed and faced her two options. Another gust of wind blew from the open window, leaving her shivering. With a scream of anger, Paige chucked the pills across the room and watched them scatter freely across the wooden floor. The tears started again, as the depressed girl ran her pale finger across the sharp edge of the inviting blade. She shut her eyes tight and clenched her fists, turning them pink.

All this time, the master of death had been watching young, senseless Paige. He twirled the huge scythe around in his hand as he slowly took a step forward to the girl's bed. Still keeping a careful distance, the Grim Reaper softly crooned "Paige...Paige...oh sweet, sweet Paige..." The girl took a surprised intake of breath and looked around her in shock, but then carried on staring longingly at the blade. The Grim Reaper roared in laughter. This was too easy. She was practically begging for him.

Frightened, little Paige drew the razor-sharp blade across her pale arm. Out oozed a flood of bright red blood. She laughed insanely at herself. She was free. Once, twice, three times again, broken Paige slashed the blade on her arm. Red liquid continued to trickle down her has hand as she shrieked in delightful pain. Slightly dazed, Paige heard the whispers start again. Someone was calling her. Someone wanted her" Her head snapped up with the last remaining hope she had, only to see the dark, looming figure staring at her with delight. Death.

Paige's eyes fell and her whole body collapsed limply across the bed. Still smiling with evil intentions, the master of death raised his thin finger and ran it across the girl's delicate cheek. As he did so, the blood drained quickly from her face, turning it a sickly sallow colour. He chortled quietly at that. Instantly her eyes flew open, as if realization had finally hit her. Another clap of thunder and sharp gust of wind flew by, sending a chilly shiver down Paige's spine.

"Please, please don't do this..." she whimpered helplessly, her voice cracking at the end. Little Paige stared begging at the evil monster in front of her. But the Grim Reaper made no exceptions for his targets. He shook his head slowly, never leaving eye contact. Paige screeched desperately and clawed at her cadaverous face, letting the tears run down freely. She clutched the blood-covered blade tighter in her hand and braced herself. She was accepting defeat. This was, after all, what she wanted. Death raised his head triumphantly and with a sharp sweep of his scythe and a cry of agony, young Paige suffered no more. A ghastly body lay amongst a flood of deep, rich blood on the bed.

Death was now satisfied. Smirking, he swept his long spectral cloak around him and disappeared through the door. Merciless.

Author's Note

So...what didya think? (:

Reviews

[Amanda Dawn Sanderson-G..]

Ah, nice on. Death is always an intriguing character and I love watching an author create Death in his/her own form and fashion. You went old school with it and everything about it felt right. I knew that Paige wanted nothing more to end her misery but then she cried out, ""Please, please don't do this..." she whimpered helplessly, her voice cracking at the end." which proves that even those that really want to end their lives have a small part of them that wants to live on and not find out the truth of what death brings... Paige allowed herself to give in though as she knew that she had wanted it, asked for it... makes one second guess the thought of suicide. Sometimes you may cut your wrist and come out okay... other times Death may take a hold on your soul and cast you out of your life, end it all.

Great write, enjoyed reading. Kudos!

[Deactivated_BurningDemo..]

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Woah!
Best story I've read in..... forever!
Mainly because it's exactly to my taste but the wording was perfect. ^___^