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sweatdrop wow, but it was obviously very good 3nodding whats it called? Can i read it??

I don't care, whichever is easier for you (sorry, doin something)

Agent Reaper

Cracking the security guard over the head dropped him to the ground. Static crackled from the black radio receiver mounted on his shoulder. Reaper crushed it with the heel of her leather boot. Grabbing the guard’s ankles she heaved, dragging the man into the bushes, binding him to an old gnarly oak tree with a silver roll of duct tape. A smile blossomed on Reaper’s bandanna covered face. “I’ll be relieving you of that,” she whispered as she tugged the green security card clipped to his jacket.

Slinking, she hurried back through the parking lot to a 2004 black Splinter. She gently stroked the chrome handlebars, and then pressed the toggle. The engine turned over with a roar as she twisted the throttle. Her black gloved hand pushed the cuff of her long black overcoat back and started the stopwatch on her wrist. Then, she reached up to the small radio attached to her collar. She pressed a button on the mic.

“Reaper in position,” she hissed. “It’s show time boys and girls.”

Across town near the Clark Bridge, the rowdy gang of Devil Riders had been waiting for the signal. Glancing toward the stark white walls of the hospital, Reaper’s brandy colored eyes burned with fury. For a moment she was taken back to the night little Jacob had been stolen from her. They had no right. The dormitory had been dark, rain battering against the windows and the wind howling with rage. She imagined them pulling him from a sound sleep. What had he endured since then? She ground her teeth. Jacob had been locked up in this prison too long; his liberation was at hand.

Pulled back to the moment Reaper realized she was wasting time. She ran across the glowing parking lot hugging the shadows as she went. She silently slipped into a thin corridor between two buildings and made her way to a delivery door at the rear of the structure. She passed the stolen card through a security lock and the doors whispered open, revealing bright white walls.

She hurried inside and the stench of disinfectant blasted her nasal passages. The housekeeping staffs attempt to camouflage the fetor of decease and death was insulting. Didn’t they know the brutal potpourri only made it worse? The door sighed and closed with a click. She tugged the black leather Henschel safari hat over her forehead and quickly jogged up the narrow stairwell trying to make up the time she had wasted in the parking lot.

At the second floor she cautiously cracked the door open and peered into the hall. Seeing it was vacant she slipped inside and gently closed the door. She silently jogged down the hallway to the first intersection. She checked her watch. Baxter Dunn had told her Dr. Brenner rounded this corner every night at the same time while making his rounds. Baxter hadn’t been willing to get her a security card, but he did accept a hundred dollars for the information. If it turned out to be wrong she’d smear him into the pavement.

Six empty metal clipboards hung on the wall to her left. She quickly snagged one and pressed her back against the wall. Footsteps echoed off the ceiling and walls, he was getting close. She checked her watch. Five seconds. Four, three, two. She sucked a quick breath. The doctor rounded the corner and came to a skid in front of Reaper. She raised the clipboard and smashed it into his face. The blow knocked him sideways and into the wall. His head smacked it with a thud. Dr. Brenner slowly melted to the floor in an unconscious heap.

The elevator down the hall chimed and she jumped over Dr. Brenner, sprinting past a black security camera. She flipped it off as she passed. The freshly waxed tile floor allowed her to slide into the elevator just as the doors began to close. She looked at the glowing number pad and pressed three. She leaned against the metal wall as the elevator began its slow ascent.

Jacob’s temper had been bad since he was little. She didn’t question why, she knew. Who wouldn’t have an issue with anger after being abandoned by your parents? Making matters worse, his older sister had run away six months later. He had felt alone and vulnerable. Reaper was the only person he could turn to. Then, the headmaster had forced him into this dire place. She suspected the experience had only made matters worse. She had a promise to keep and she wasn’t about to break it.

The elevator stopped with a jolt and the doors slid open to pandemonium. Reaper sized up the chaos on the third floor where the mental ward was housed. From what she could tell, some if not most of the patients, had somehow escaped from their rooms and were now running wild in the hallways. A few nurses and doctors were frantically trying to round them up. No one seemed to notice her presence, so Reaper ambled through the crowd as though she belonged there. Taking the card back out of her pocket she passed it through another security lock. Pushing the door open she stepped into the small square room. Jacob was huddled in the far corner. Shaking, he had his head buried under his arms.

Instead of his usual baggy blue jeans and denim jacket, he was dressed in a white smock and pants. Weeping hiccupped from his throat as she neared. She knelt down and pulled his small arms from the tangle of chocolate hair on his head. “Jacob, its Reaper. I’m getting you out of here,” she cooed.

He slowly raised his head. She smiled seeing his mismatched eyes, one blue and the other green. They widened with disbelief. He climbed toward her and wrapped his thin arms around the back of her neck. He trembled and cried against her. The radio receiver crackled on. “Reaper, you have big trouble coming your way. Where are you?” She recognized Tristan’s strained voice.

“Keep your shorts on, I have him. Get ready to rock and roll.” She pulled Jacob to his feet and together they ran from the room. They came to a skid as a group of guards came scrambling out of the elevator. She pulled a Celtic knife from her belt and pressed the blade against Jacob’s throat.
The guards tensed. “Let the kid go!” one man said taking a cautious step forward.

Reaper shook her head and started stepping backwards down the hall toward the stairwell. She and Jacob backed their way up the stairs with the pack of guards following them. Once they were on the roof the squad spread themselves out blocking all the exits. “Let’s make a deal. You let the boy go and we’ll let you off easy.”

“You’re just full of good ideas, aren’t you,” Reaper said. She and Jacob nudged their way towards one corner of the roof.

“There’s no place for you to go. You’re trapped,” the man said.

“I’m the Reaper and I dwell in the wind.” She pulled Jacob close, and then she stepped off the ledge, pulling him down with her. Wind roared in her ears as they sailed downward. They slammed into a garbage dumpster below.

Climbing to her feet she shouted. “Run!”

They crawled out and ran around the building, and then they dashed across the parking lot. The security guards fired rounds of ammunition at their feet. Sirens blared in the distance. Reaper leapt on the bike she’d left idling and pulled Jacob on the back.

Smoke and the stench of burnt rubber filled the air as they went speeding out of the parking lot and into the street. She took a hard right into the path of four police cruisers. She rotated the throttle, feeding the engine more fuel. The bike easily pulled away from the cruisers.

Four blocks into the chase police bikes joined the pursuit. Reaper checked the speedometer. It read 110. Coming toward a fork in the road she released the throttle and squeezed the break. She turned the handles bars hard to the right and the bike spun around to face the oncoming cops. Gunning the engine Reaper shot straight through the pack and took a left towards the Clark bridge.

She fingered the radio at her collar. “Devil Riders, go!”

Motorcycles stormed from the shadows, roads and alleyways. Each motorcycle speed off in a different direction cloaking Reaper from the police. It was a game of cat and mouse, splitting up the police and confusing them.

11:30 P.M. Alton Train Station:

On an outbound train headed for New York, a small boy covered in a long black overcoat lay sleeping on a cushioned seat. Staring out the window, a soft grin split the face of a seemingly ordinary fifteen year old girl. “She who comes with the wind, goes with the wind,” she whispered. “Ride Reaper. Ride.”

why did you do that????

I g2g be back later

Eternals sound painful to the eyes xd

Lol, you're always giving him a headache xd

Well they sound very bright . . and yes please do . . . i dont wanna die right now