The Reaping

“Angela, you must do something, ANYTHING!”  The desperate plea echoed through her head.

The world stood still. Her concerns, her reserve, her hesitancy shattered in an instance. She had to do this. She had no other choice. Her subject lay before her, unconscious and barely clinging to life. The reality that this procedure was not ready to be tested on human subjects gnawed at the back of her mind, but she pushed away the thought, and began preparing the equipment. She had no other choice.

Once the procedure was complete, Angela stood still and stared wide-eyed at the writhing form on the table. Defeated, she closed her eyes and murmured, “Gabriel, I hope that you can forgive me”.

His human form seemed to partially evaporate, flickering back and forth between something apparitional and something corporeal. In an instant, he rushed forward directly into her body, screaming out in agony. His form passed through her, sucked the breath out of her lungs, turned her blood to ice, stopped her very own heart from beating in her chest. In that instance, she knew she had created a monster.

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Death surrounded her. As she scrambled forward, she tripped over the empty husks of the monster’s victims that littered the streets around her. Endless screams echoed through the darkness. A menacing laugh began to rise above the cacophony. It called out her name.

“Angela…see what you have done?” the voice hissed, taunting her.

Staring down at her hands, she discovered that they were covered in dark red blood. She frantically tried to wipe the gore from her hands, but the attempt was futile. She looked up and barely recognized her image reflected in a mirror hanging before her.  She was disgusted by what she saw. Her eyes were a cold blue; devoid of life. This was all her fault. She put her face in her hands and began to weep.

Then a whisper sliced through the stillness, “My Goddess...” The voice lingered in the heavy air.

With her eyes still closed, she shuddered and reluctantly raised her head from her hands. She slowly opened her eyes, anticipating the reality of what was waiting for her. She was greeted with the embodiment of death as it enveloped her reflection. It wrapped it's cold, unforgiving hands around her shoulders and she felt the icy grip of death claw at her throat.

In an instant the form dissipated and in it’s place stood Gabriel. His eyes were dark, but his smile seemed friendly, inviting even. A wave of relief washed over her as she turned to face him. The blood had disappeared from her hands and body. He embraced her and brought crashing forth a memory of a time spent together long before the incident that changed everything. Their bodies were entwined atop of a bed, moving at the same frequency, lost together in the moment. She gasped in ecstasy as his body moved in and out of hers, her hands clawing at his sculpted shoulders. He let out a low groan as he slowed his movement, lifting his head to stare into her crystalline eyes.

She gently caressed his face, “I am so sorry Gabriel. I wish I could go back to that moment and do things differently”. He didn’t respond and simply stared at her. She noticed a flicker of something dangerous behind his dark eyes.

Suddenly, his hands were at her throat and she was gasping for breath. She began blindly clawing at his face, but instead of flesh, she felt something cold and hard. The form on top of her had revealed its true form and morphed into a monster. HIs gentle, passionate thrusts were fueled by hatred and he began to hurt her. She cried out in pain and panic began to set in.

In an instance, the monster receded and her sight was met with the barrel of two beautiful crafted shotguns. The monster released a low growl, “Die. Die...DIE” followed by a deafening crash.

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Chapter 2 is coming shortly, and is much more... fun ;)