Life after death Ch.1 The reapers hold

An epic story of a young man who dies and becomes the reaper, but still has strong ties to his previous life. Including his brother and fiance. The previous reaper, who is in the process of dieing, requires the young man's help

Life after death...

Scene 1
  The room was dark. The only light that could be seen came through the closed blinds as small blades ever-so-gently touched the floor in front of the window. It was a small room far off in the back of a two bedroom apartment. It consisted of a twin size bed to the right hand corner, the long side of which was opposite the door. A small night stand next sat to it and there was a writing desk in the corner to left of the door. With the door cracked slightly open, a chair stood in the middle of the room next to the bed facing the night stand.

  Sitting in the chair was a man, hunched over with his elbows on his knees and his face in hands, weeping bitterly. He was young, about twenty years of age, with silver like white hair. It was a bit shaggy at the top and hung into his face a little, but it got shorter towards the back. A few curls were here and there at the top, but not much could be seen due to the temporary mess of it. He wore a white button-up shirt with light gray pin stripes and rolled sleeves. Part of the collar on one side was standing up. On his right knee lay a thin pair of glasses with thin metal ear pieces which were attached directly to the lenses, with no frame.
  On the desk behind him sat a picture in a beautiful oak frame with three man all smiling happily. They looked at a young woman, which they evidently all personally knew, running into the shot from behind the camera. From the left was the youngest out of the group, the man with white hair. Then to the right of him was a man that was a little taller, with brown hair much like the first but with-out the occasional curls. At the end of the line was the oldest of the rest. He had shaggy black hair that hung over one eye. The young lady had black hair pulled up into a pony-tail and a cute but oddly straight and stern face. The three men look alike as if they were all related. All around the picture on the desk were many others, all with the same four people and few others spread across it.
  The light haired man continued to cry for some time as tears streamed down the side
of his arms and soaked into his slim black jeans. He thought over the past and recollected the good and bad from over the years. As he did this, it only made things worse then they already were and he grew more and more agitated. His hand dropped to his knee and clutched the pair of glasses tightly. He let out a last loud sob and suddenly crushed the glasses in his hand and then slung them against the wall next to him. The glass shattered every where and he dropped to his knees with more emotion then ever before.
  Far off in the living-room there was a noise at the front door, a jiggle of keys and a turn of the nob. All of of a sudden a man burst into the room. He was warmly dressed for the cold weather out side and he had many travel bags under his arms. He nosily scuffled around dropping a bag on the couch or floor here and there as he fought to get his three scarfs off.

  "Chase?" He called out as he dropped one on the floor behind him. He continued into the kitchen/dinning room and nonchalantly tossed another scarf on the table as he passed and turned to his right to check the phone for messages.

  "Chase?" He called out once again.

Seeing that there were no messages on the machine he turned back to his left, threw his keys on the counter and made his way to the refrigerator. He opened the fridge and grabbed a can of something, popped it open and began to down it. After he finished he gave out a slow sigh of satisfaction and tossed the can in the trash next to the fridge.

  "Well. I'm gone to the Bahamas for a month and this is the welcome home I get?" He said in a half-comical-half-sarcastic way quietly to himself as he closed the fridge. He heard a noise off in the distance and paused to listen.

  "Is anyone here? Kira?" He continued to stand there for a second and then cautiously crept down the narrow hallway towards the cracked door. He lifted his hand to push it open but paused, then slowly proceeded. All he saw was a dark messy room, broken glass, and a man reduced to nothing but a mere child in the face of agony and sorrow.

  "Chase! What the heck happened to you!" He said as he threw his last scarf at the wall and quickly knelt in front of the distressed man.

There was a silence and then a soft sob.

  "Are you ok! What happened!?" The room mate asked as he shook chase by the shoulders.
 
  Chase looked up with tears streaming down his face and an odd determination in his eyes as he slowly grabbed the other mans arms firmly. They continued to stare at each other silently with both confusion and agony in their expressions and features. Chase began to softly twist the sleeve of his room mate and his head sank back down as he strained and tried to pull back the tears long enough to tell him what was wrong.

  "M...my- my brot...bro-"

  "Chase. what are trying to say? Pull your self together!"
As he said this Chase quickly looked up.

  "My Brother! He's dead!" he screamed as his grip grew stronger and all else became silent.

-Ch.1: The reapers hold...-

Scene:2

  There was a soft breeze, a flicker of a street light and the distant noises of the night. A man in an odd dark tattered cloak and hood walked slowly down a deserted ally in the middle of the night. His foot splashed in a puddle as he cautiously observed his surroundings while moving on. His pace quickened with every passing moment as he neared the exit of the ally. At the end of the ally was another back way that ran horizontally to the one he was in, making a "T" shape. All of a sudden a shadow quickly passed the exit and cast itself against the back ally wall. He threw his hood back and began to chase it.
  What showed was a handsome young man with a stern but distant eyes and brown shaggy hair that was a little longer to the front and hung in his eyes a little. The young man quickly turned the corner and to his surprise nothing was there. He looked around quickly, then realized what had happened. He then threw his attention upward. Nothing was up on the top of the tall building next to him but that didn't seem to change his mind.
  His outer cloak seemed to burn away with some kind of black fire around the edges and he threw his arms out of the sides and then it disappeared completely. The only thing left of the cloak was a tattered cloth that wrapped around his waist in layers. He had on a black lether belt with small metal holes and scraths on it. The clothes he had on was a tight leather suite that fit his body perfectly. It had a zipper down the front, a tall collar zipped against his neck, strange ancient etches and scratches all over it and long sleeves that ended with a sharp armored glove on his right hand. The glove had sharp finger tips, a red jagged crystal on the back of it behind the knuckles and more ancient symbols scratched in it just like his cloths.
  After he had looked up, he jumped up at the wall with in-human agility and started to quickly
scale it with supernatural abilities. Bricks from the wall flew off as his glove dug into it and ripped it in pieces. He grew closer to the top, leaped into the air and then landed on the roof with a blast and roll. The wind blew through his hair and the cloth around his waist as he slowly stood up from his knee and the dust began to clear.
  Across from him on the other side of the roof stood a man with his back turned towards him. There was a silence as the breeze continued to gently blow. The other man wore a cloak similar to the one the brown haired youth had on and a gigantic claw glove on his right arm that was just barely visible from under the tattered cape.

  "Who are you?" He asked with a creepy voice without turning. "Do I have business
with you that i do not know of?"

The silence continued until the brown haired man began to walk slowly towards him.

  "Yes we do."

  "Oh? I wasn't informed of such a thing." The creepy man said as his attention seemed pique and he half turned.

  "...you knew that I would eventually come if you continued on the path that you have chosen." Said the brown haired youth with no emotion.
 

The creepy man turned fully towards him with a questioning look.

 
  "Who are you...? I won't ask you again." He said getting a little annoyed.

  "Good then." Said the brown haired man with a quiet voice as He put his left arm behind his right shoulder and opened it. "Sealed leviathan of the depths, I summon you. 'The soul separator... Azrael!"

  The moment he said this an enormous blast of wind emitted around him. It was so strong that the roof began to crack beneath his feet. The creepy man finally swung fully around with great surprise on his face as he threw his arms in front of his face to shield himself. He then fell to his knees and strained to see past the violent gale. Behind the youths back in his hand began to form strands of light that forced themselves outward into what looked like a long thick stick or staff that was bent and distorted in many places. Towards one side it was bigger, as if to be a base for something such as a hammer of hatchet. The light began to slowly fade as the object started to take it's true form. The long part looked like a dark colored wood with bandages wrapped around it. It was a large sickle! Towards the top, at the blade, there was a six inch slit that ran vertically down some of the wood that covered it. The brown haired man looked up and opened his eyes. Just as he did, the slit suddenly opened and an inverted black and white deformed eye searched all around.

  "W-what are you?! Whats your purpose for coming to me!" Exclaimed the kneeling man as he fought the wind to see. His eyes quickly opened wide as the brown haired man swung the sickle and the wind disappeared with a blast.

  "No...! It cant be!" He staggered back against the railing.

  The youth with the sickle calmly walked towards the other man with hollow eyes. A hint of a life of regret and sadness could be seen forever in bedded in his emotions and body language. The blade of the scythe clanked to the ground as he slowly continued closer and closer. But this horrifying feeling that he had created around him wasn't intentional, he seemed to hesitate with every action, giving a constant slow and creeping vibe. But something in his eyes held kindness, some where, deep inside. But all of this never took away from his youth and handsomeness.

  The frightened man shakingly stood to his feet and stared at the approaching youth with fear filled eyes. He clinched his fists and a calm finally came over him as his eye's rose to meet the others gaze.

  "So... how has someone such as yourself come to little ol' me?"

  "You know very well the sins that u have committed." Said the brown haired man quietly.

  "And your any better?!" Screamed the frightened man with a sudden outburst, destroying any calm that he had built up "Your just as fake as us!  Don't think we don't know. Your not the real one, nor are we. Just simply impersonators of the real power."

  Both were silent for some time as the breeze began to gently pass once again.

  "But you fail to realize," Said the youth "I actually have part of it within me. Your kind illegally produces and manufacturers your abilities, trying to be the real thing. Feeding off of, misusing and abusing the power that was given to me and "him" by a greater unknown figure. Even unknown to myself. It is my job... it isn't for kicks or the love of  power."

  Anger and rage quickly over came the creepy man after hearing this.

  "Love of power?! Your blinded by your own stupidity! Why should you be the only one to get it?"

  "Because... the burden is far too great... even for you. You don't know what its done to me." The youth said as he remained calm.

  A sudden flash of insanity over came the creepy man as he staggered back and violently grasped his own face.

  "Hahaha! Just what I'd expect!" He hissed with a demonic stare from between his fingers "Just what I'd expect... from the grim reaper himself!" The crazed man burst into laughter after saying that and the youth was silent as he did so.

  "silence!" The sickle carrying man said as he broke the laughter.

  The crazed man stopped and slowly fixed his angry gaze back on the other. A deep voice suddenly echoed through the night.

  "Hurry sir, we must return quickly." It was coming from the eye in the sickle, Azreal "He requires your assistance once again and I'm afraid he is getting worse...".

The man holding him replied
  "Yes, you are right... we must hurry." He looked up at the other with determination in his eyes. "Our time has ended, and so has yours... hack reaper."

  With that statement, the creepy man became struck with fear once again and turned to run, but The other man with the sickle began to chase him with great speed, letting the scythe spark on the concrete. Suddenly, without warning, the crazed fake reaper quickly swung around and thrust his armored glove at the brown haired reaper. But little did he know that the real reaper had already pierced his stomach with HIS metal hand. Something started to happen but the creepy man ripped himself free and jumped back with a rolled.  With great speed and precession injured man managed to make it back to his opponent and swing the sharp tips of his glove at him. But the young man closed his eyes and accurately dodged it and returned with a deadly swing from his scythe! There was a pause, then the youth quietly whispered something to Azreal. The crazed man was suddenly sliced in half and he have out a sick and painful scream as an amazing energy was released and the roof shattered into large shards! Every where the sickles blade landed yellow sparks flew up and scattered all over. While they were in mid air the youth plunged his hand into the other once again. The crystal on his glove began to faintly shine red as the rip that he had created caught on fire and began to burn black as it spread throughout his opponent's body and continued to everything around them, even the concrete shards. He ripped something out of him and held in his hand. It was a glowing mass of smoke that retained it's roundish shape and emitted a bit of smoke and mist. As they continued to tumble in the air, and huge burning shards of the building began crashing to the ground with a deafening sound, the reaper looked back down, to the now dead hack reaper, and said with an great intensity:   

  "My name is Hector Valhal, recall that name on your way to your shadowy grave!"

-End of chapter 1-

Fact:
I made this story in my head about a year and a half ago and didn't start to write it until a month or two after that. I got about half way through this chapter and then just left it. I found it and decided to finish the chapter and post it =]

The original name for the book was brotherly love, but I later gave that name to a different idea and changed the title to "after life". Then later I changed it again to "life after death". The change from "After life" to "Life after death" was because the previous name didn't convey the meaning and emotion that I desired.

If you liked this story then find me on Myspace and friend me =] The url is Juice_box_rocker and my name is Vincent Beasley.I'd still like to hear you on this site too. See ya there!

...Death, with a steady heart beat.



 
 

Author's Note

My first project, but not my first story or idea =] Enjoy and rate. Version two! Spelling corrections and format is all fixed. The story and writing gets better as the book go's on

Reviews

[Lorraine]

I finally read it. The plot is good. Your story is very descriptive, more like the ones I usually read in science-fiction novels. The change from scene 1 to chapter 1 slightly confused me. While I was reading it, I was wondering to myself about the connection of the characters in chapter 1 and scene 1. I was guessing which between the two fighting dudes were Chase's dead brother. I was kinda sure one of them was, only I didn't know which was which. Also, I noticed some misspelled words within the story. Still, I say this story is worth reading. It's full of action and packed with emotions. Good Job.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Reapers_Anonymous]

It's a cool story, the 1st scene is a little confusing after ch1 but still a good story.

[H.Y]

it feels like 2 different writers wrote this story. the first scene is amateurish while the 1st chapter is written at a different calibure. so you should go over the first scene and try to grab the readers attention, or in a way i guess you dont really even need it.

[XxXCherriXxX]

GREAT JOB! :)
if this was a book i would totally buy it :)
its amazing

[Markymark]

I like this story thus far. It is dark and fun to read. Don't know where you're going...so I can't call it predictable. My favorite:

"No...! It cant be!" He stagerd back agianst the railing. The youth with the sickle calmly walked twards the other man with hollow eyes. A hint of a life of regret and sadness could be seen forever inbeded in his emotions and body language. The blade of the syth clanked to the ground as he slowly continued closer and closer. But this horifying feeling that he had created around him wasn't intentual, he seemed to hesitate with every action, giving a constent slow and creeping vibe. But somthing in his eyes held kindness, some where, deep inside. But all of this never took away from his youth and hansomness.
The frightnend man shakingly stood to his feet and stared at the aproching youth with fear filled eyes. He clinched his fists and a calm finally came over him as his eye's rose to meet the others gaze.
"So... how has someone such as yourself come to little ol' me?"
"You know very well the sins that u have comitted." Said the brown haired man quietly.
"And your any better?!" Screamed the frightened man with a sudden outburst, destroying any calm that he had built up "Your just as fake as us! Dont think we dont know. Your not the real one, nor are we. Just simply impersonators of the real power."

Great dialogue.

Keep up the great work--

Markymark