The students from the upper advanced English class are writing a short story over the second semester. This is part two <3
Alex Jibleanu, a 11a B
A black hooded man started drawing lines on my limbs, white chalk lines from my fingers to my eyes. The Magician started saying stuff, couldn’t really tell what he was saying, only hearing the word “Reaper “. My head was losing consciousness, like the cuts on my body were slowly sewing themselves back together. My face was senseless, my right eye feeling heavy as well as my nose being lighter than usual. The lines became a dark black and were stuck to my skin, showing me where I came from and what I will be doing from now on. The lines on my hand were going right in my palm, having too black circles in both palms.
The Magician started laughing, then stopped abruptly, shouting at everyone to leave him with me…alone. He held my head in his hand and whispered in my ear…” Are you ready, Mr Reaper?”. He started laughing, grabbing a knife and dancing with it in his hand, stopping and looking at me…” Will you be the justice that hides in the shadow? Will you be the menacing wave of authority that this place needs? Will you be the new… Reaper?”. He looked at me confused, almost as if he wanted me to yell “yeah!”, but my body was still numb, I couldn’t even move a muscle. He picked me up and dragged me in a dark room, a light bulb just hanging from the ceiling and a window shattered…” It’s all I could give you from now… rest and prepare for tomorrow…Mr Reaper.”.
He laid me down on a cloth piece, having a ripped pillow to sleep on. I started dreaming, opening my eyes as if I was in an empty void, nothingness, as I could hear a voice coming from behind…” You look weaker than I imagined, Reaper.”. It startled me, looking behind as a dark figure looked at me. Its body was dark mist, having a black cloak on, hiding his head under. He pulled a scythe out of his stomach, coming closer, inspecting me. It started lifting my arms, looking at my body and legs, responding shortly after with…” Well… you had luck being alive after that.”. He chuckled, showing me his scythe, the brown rust sticking on to the metal, meanwhile the wooden stick was barely still in one piece. He chuckled again as he saw my reaction to his scythe…” That’s not yours… you still have to show me you deserve one…” As he started floating away in the nothingness, watching him leave as I woke up suddenly.