Don't Fear The Reaper の小説・ストーリー

"Kill him and become one of us, or walk out that door and never come back." Miranda stepped closer, her eyes filled with concern. "Don't force her, brother. She's not like us." But Stephen didn't even blink. He flicked his lighter open. "She wants revenge. Revenge isn't won with words. Kill, or walk away. Pick one." He glanced at his watch as if I were wasting his time. "You have one minute." My palms were sweating. The gun felt heavy when he pressed it into my hand. My chest was so tight I could barely breathe.

“He’s Player 09.” He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I am the reaper, little ghost,” he whispered. This one single gesture of tucking my hair, and his scary harsh voice, made my knees knock against each other. Instinctively, I took a step backward. Then… if I lost, he would kill me! The bus flashed with warning red lights again, increasing the dose of adrenaline in my blood. [Five…] It started counting. [Four…] Downward.

“No. I’m not doing this again. I won’t be part of some ancient cycle.” Kael reached for her. “Rhea—” She shook her head violently. “You don’t understand. If AURA sees me… if he recognizes me—” Her voice cracked. “He won’t see you,” Kael said fiercely. “He’ll see a ghost.” “That’s worse!” she cried. “Ghosts don’t fight back.” --- Rhea wiped her face angrily. “So tell me,” she demanded, her voice sharp with panic and fury. “How do we kill him?”

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

“He’s… alive.” “For now.” The reaper angled their scythe toward the man. “Every soul has a time. His is minutes away. That’s where you come in.” “What do you mean, me? I don’t know what the hell I’m doing—” “Best way to learn,” the reaper cut in. Their gaze flicked to Avery, unreadable. “Reach. Pull. Guide him through. The scythe will answer you. Try not to screw it up.” Avery’s throat went dry. Their hands shook as they stepped closer. The old man’s eyes fluttered open—hazy, clouded with fear. He looked directly at Avery.

“Ain’t no way I’m going back out there after losing my shot at saving Nadia. If they don’t kill us, Nadia definitely will. I love my life, girl!” “Silence!” My voice boomed, ripping through the back-and-forth like a crack of thunder. The chamber trembled with the force of it, the air heavy in its wake. I turned to Fara, speaking slower this time, each word deliberate. “Fara. We don’t have time. You know as well as I do, aside from the people in this chamber, no one else knows the Reaper is here. And it’s only a matter of time before that truth slips free. You know damn well what happens if it gets out.”

He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears. Cannes' men swung their weapons toward the new threat, but Decker didn't flinch. He just tilted his head, the skull mask catching the dim light. “Pointing your guns at my friend is a crime in its own right. Pointing it at me is different. Surely, you can tell the others who did are dead?” Fuck, if I could cum right now, I would. “Nice timing, Reap.” Decker didn’t look at me. Instead, his mask stayed facing Cannes who seemed awestruck at first but after a few minutes, stretched his hand out as he slapped on a perfectly normal smile on his face. “You are a very hard man to find, Reaper King.”

We joined them at the balcony rail, looking down. The city was no longer peaceful. The wonder was curdling into confusion, and confusion into fear. Fights had broken out in the streets. A group had surrounded a dormant Reaper, throwing rocks at it. The Reaper stood motionless, following its new directive to protect, not to harm, but its very presence was a trigger. “They’re scared,” I said, my heart sinking. “They don’t understand.” “They need to hear from you,” Jeff said, turning to me. “Not a broadcast. They need to see you. They need to know the person in charge isn’t a monster.”

My fear started to rage out of control as I was getting closer to the top. I inhaled slowly and looked up, catching his eyes again before quickly looking away. I had never seen a Reaver in person before, and definitely hadn’t ever been this close to one. From everything my mother had taught me about Reavers, I never wanted to be this close. I just kept replaying my death over and over while trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall down my cheeks.

It was a rhythmic, mechanical throb that felt too perfect, too synchronized. "Dax, do you feel that?" I asked, my grip tightening on the handlebars. "I feel it," he grumbled. He checked his rearview. "Reaper, fall back and scout. Something’s coming up the rear, and it’s moving faster than a Harley." Reaper dropped back, his bike a receding shadow. Seconds later, his voice crackled through the comms, filled with a raw, jagged panic. "Dax! Pull up! It’s not the feds! It’s "