In a dimension unlike our own, there was once a traveler. Scars and tattoos covered his body and reflected that he had been through hell. Every scar and tattoo represented the battles he had been through. Alex the Reaper was seen as a killer in some eyes but a hero in others. The pain of his soul could be seen in his stone-grey eyes. Though much pain followed, he had one last mission to finish out before he would be free of this pain. His mission: assassinate the one hundred soldiers of terror. These soldiers of terror were highly trained and skilled individuals. Knowing this still did not bring fear to his heart.
Alex was traveling through the howling meadows, known to be the deadliest of forests, but the only way to gain the surprise factor on his enemy.
Nightfall soon was upon the Reaper so stopping to rest was his only option for he had a weeks travel through the forest. He kindled a small fire from a cloth ripped from his shirt to keep him warm through the night.
A loud bang had awoken him from his slumber near the third hour of the early morning. Aware of his surroundings he had slowed his breathing and was motionless.
"Mmm a tasty meal laid out for me" said a deep voice.
Before Alex knew it a hand with ragged bones grabbed him by his throat. Immediately Alex slashed this figure with his iron broadsword. The figure disappeared before his eyes.
Five nights later on his last night before the attack of the army, he was awoken again.
"Keep your distance for I am armed" exclaimed Alex.
"Hehe if you slay me in a battle I shall give you the strength of one hundred soldiers and you will successfully defeat your opponent at daybreak" said the silhouette from the woods.
"I accept your challenge" said Alex.
The figure appeared and was a skeleton with five arms and an face not from this world. "Demon" Alex whispered under his breath.
The Reaper gripped his sword tight and waited, the skeleton figure dashed but was not ready for the blade which had become red hot in Alex's hands. One slash through the beast and he defeated him, the demon burned up and was never seen again.
A daybreak the army was slain and with the hundred soldier strength as promised. The Reaper was free from his pain and started a new life away from civilization. Finally, at peace.
Alex the Reaper
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Authors Note: This story was created after reading The Indian Who Wrestled with a Ghost. The original story was of a many on a quest of war, confronted by a ghost multiple nights in a row he wrestled the ghost and won in order to defeat his enemy. I changed the story into my own version and changed quite a bit of detail because I felt the darker it was, the more interesting it was going to be. and It was a demon instead of a ghost.
Bibliography: "The Indian Who Wrestled with a Ghost" from Myths and Legends of the Great Plains by Katharine Berry Judson Web Source
Hi Justin,
ReplyDeleteYour making the story darker definitely brought out the dramatic element. Calling Alex the Reaper and giving him such a lethal weapon made him resemble a personified Death. However, I was rather surprised as to how easy it was for Alex to defeat the demon. It makes me curious about the special properties of his sword. Also, is his pain physical or emotional, and how was it alleviated by completing his mission?
Hey Justin,
ReplyDeleteI definitely liked the darker version of this story. It made it a little spooky and Im a sucker for horror films. I guess my question is, how did the flame become red hot? Does the reaper have supernatural powers? I know in your introduction you said you loved the show supernatural so I can see why you went with this version instead!
Hey Justin! Wow this was really cool! I am a big fan of horror stories and while they are really hard to write sometimes, I think you did an excellent job! I am sure you have noticed how horrible horror movies can be and that's because like I said it is difficult to not make it predictable but your story kept me entertained the whole time! Great job!
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