Don't Fear the Reaper by J.E. Taylor & William F. Houle

Author:J.E. Taylor & William F. Houle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: reapers, death, fate, bone chilling, dark fantasy
Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction
Published: 2014-07-07T16:00:00+00:00

Don’t Fear the Reaper

Chapter 22

I sat in the family room surfing the channels on the television while Julia cleaned up. There were no messages on the answering machine or the cell phone and I wondered if we should call the police and report her parents missing, but Julia shot down the suggestion. I think she was hoping for a miracle – one we both knew was impossible.

The burning on my hip stepped up a notch and I glanced at the knife. A red hue flowed from the sheath and I stood, unsnapping the leather strap holding it in place. Wrapping my fingers around the hilt sent hot shivers up my arm like a subliminal warning and I bolted for the stairs, taking them two at a time with my heart pulsing in my throat.

I burst into Julia’s bedroom with the knife in hand, my eyes darting from her half-dressed form to the far corner where a reaper stood. Julia couldn’t see it, but his sinister smile told me more than words could, this wasn’t a friendly reaper and it was here for my girlfriend.

“Nick!” Julia covered her exposed bra with a shirt and I hardly noticed, instead I moved, intercepting its path and blocking it from getting to Julia.

“You think you can stop me boy?” the reaper snarled.

“Try me,” I said and tightened my grip on the knife and shifted so my body turned to the side. I brought the blade to my waist, ready to strike if the thing moved toward us. I just hoped like hell I knew where to hit the thing to destroy it, because, otherwise, all it would do is piss it off.

“What are you doing?” Julia said from behind me.

“Just stay behind me,” I said without taking my eyes off the advancing reaper. Judging distance was never my strong suit in martial arts class, and I took a deep breath, waiting until I was sure it was within the kill zone.

The reaper hesitated and I narrowed my eyes, waving it in with a smile of my own. “Looks like I’m not the one who’s chicken,” I taunted.

That did the trick. The thing launched toward me and I stepped forward in a lunge thrust, jabbing the blade through the black cloak where I thought the human heart would be. A scream shattered the room and ice flowed up my arm into my shoulder. I twisted the knife and winced at the high-pitched wail, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I let the anger boiling in my blood, take control and I twisted and slashed until the reaper exploded in a cloud of dust.

I stood in the maelstrom of mist with my chest heaving and a dull ache in the muscles of my right arm. When the wind surrounding me died down, I glanced at the knife in my hand. It no longer glowed or vibrated in warning and I slipped it back into the sheath. I took a deep breath, aware of Julia’s raspy wheeze behind me and turned to meet her wide-eyed gaze.

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