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“I can’t wait to die,” Stoner mumbles. “I wonder what power I’ll have.”
“With as much weed as you inhale, I’m guessing it will be something with smoke,” Trooper comments dryly.
We all laugh, and the tension eases a bit.
“I’ve gotta see what those two do,” Doom says, pointing at Reaper and Demo. “It’s gotta be pretty fucking amazing.”
“It’s…” Reaper scowls. “It’s something, but I’m not sure amazing is the right word.”
Reaper has never been a fan of his gift, but he’s also the only one of us who possessed it while still human. At least, part of it anyway.
“C’mon, then,” Mummy says. “Show us what you’ve got.”
Reaper glances at Demo. “You first, brother. Pretty sure mine should be saved for last.”
Demo nods and then does what he does best. He takes off toward the building at a run and sails through the brick wall effortlessly.
“Way cool,” Stoner says with appreciation.
“We need that building, or he’d show you the rest,” I say.
“The rest?”
“Demo is short for Demolition,” Inferno explains. “If he stops in the middle of the solid surface, it’ll crumble to the ground.”
“Damn.”
“How do you not do this shit all day every day?” Trooper asks. “I’d never get shit done because I’d be playing all the time.”
“All of this might look cool, but it’s not,” Reaper snaps. “It’s a goddamn curse.”
Demo returns to this side of the wall and stalks toward us before anyone can explore Reaper’s fury. He must sense the shift in tone because his body goes rigid.
“What’s wrong?”
“Let’s just get this over with,” Reaper grumbles, ignoring the question. “I need a volunteer.”
Stoner eagerly raises his hand, and I can’t help but chuckle at his exuberance. His excitement makes me wish that drugs had an effect on us because I’d give anything to be as mellow as he seems to be.
Reaper grabs Stoner’s forearm and drags him about ten feet away from the rest of us. He needs space to do his thing, especially if he wants to be able to complete it without interruption.
When they stop, Reaper positions Stoner in front of him so they’re face to face.
“You ready?” he asks the man.
“Uh… I think so.” Stoner’s statement sounds more like a statement, and he’s suddenly hesitant.
“This is gonna hurt,” Reaper says a second before resting his hand on Stoner’s bicep.
Stoner immediately crumbles to the ground. He’s dead, and his skin quickly starts to turn ashen.
“What the fuck?!” Trooper demands as he lunges for his brother.
Inferno and Demo wrap their arms around him in an effort to keep him away so Reaper can finish. Amidst the shouts and demands for an explanation, my enforcer maintains his concentration on Stoner.
Reaper squats and rests both hands on his chest, and within seconds, Stoner’s flying into a sitting position, inhaling air into his lungs as fast as he can.
Once he’s sure the man is okay, Reaper stands and flares down at him. “What we can do isn’t fun and games. People get hurt.”
