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Greg Sanders stood across from me. He aimed a pistol at my heart. “How convenient that you showed up. I won’t have to hunt you down later, and there won’t be anyone to stop me from taking Heather.”
She wasn’t a kid. Or a boy. “She’s not your type,” I sneered.
“Not mine, but she’ll fetch a good price.”
I wanted to vomit.
“Not gonna happen.”
“You think you have a choice. You don’t.”
The gun fired, and I stood my ground, refusing to move for fear a bullet would hit Kylie or any of the others.
He will die, not you.
I couldn’t explain what happened next. The bullet froze in the air, slowly spun around about a foot in front of me, and faced Greg Sanders.
“Cover your eyes!” I shouted to the kids right before the bullet picked up momentum and slammed into his chest, throwing Greg backward out of the room. He landed with a thud on the plush cream-colored carpet underneath the dome.
Too easy! I didn’t want him to die without suffering. He deserved to feel pain before he joined Lucifer in hell.
He’s not dead.
No, he wasn’t. I heard his heart stuttering, frantic to continue beating. Leaving the room, I walked to where he lay, staring down at the man who had stolen my childhood and forced me to live on the streets. He had taken my innocence.
Reap his soul.
“Yes,” I growled. Fuck around and find out, motherfucker.
Suddenly, I wasn’t alone. The presence of another Reaper joined mine. I turned my head, spotting Jigsaw. He walked toward me, staring at the man on the ground.
“I’ll get out the kids. Finish him.”
With a nod, I reached out, plucking Greg from the floor as if he weighed only a few ounces, shoving him into an open room. With a power I couldn’t describe, I pressed him against the wall as his feet dangled.
Fear widened his eyes. “Wh-what are you?”
“Who’s the weak and pathetic one now, huh, asshole?”
I didn’t recognize my voice.
Lifting my hand, I felt the change that had overcome my features, revealing the monster within.
“The hand of death,” I replied. “Your executioner. You will writhe in eternal torment and wish for death but never be shown mercy.”
“So have you been judged,” Grim’s voice joined mine.
“Sentenced,” Rael added.
“And condemned,” Mammoth finished.
I didn’t know how or when they arrived, and it didn’t matter.
We moved as one, converging on our prey. Scythes appeared in each hand. With a single swipe, we cut through his tainted, ugly soul. The screams that echoed in that room fed the beast inside me. I relished in their sharp, horrified sound. Enjoyed the agony they unleashed as Greg’s soul met the blade of the Reaper.
My body lifted a foot off the ground, and a black robe billowed around me with an invisible gust of wind. Below, the ground began to tremble and shake. Crunching and popping sounds preceded enormous cracks as they spread across the floor. A giant fissure broke open, and steam hissed from the dark caverns of hell.
I smiled at Greg, nodding my head. “So shall you be fed upon until the end of time. Every bite into your flesh will reflect the agony you inflicted upon innocent lives. You will never escape it.”
