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 Death's Scythe  (31 ratings)by David. T. Bos Page 1 of 5
Chapter 1 Hell and Its Occupants Aaron Baker trudged slowly up the stairs to his room, sleep calling his name loudly. "Goodnight." His mother called to him from the study at the end of the hall, as he reached the top of the stairs he murmured a semi-awake reply then pushed the door to his room open, bright moonlight streamed into his room through the large window to his right, he closed the door behind himself and walked to his bed collapsing onto it, clothes, shoes and all and falling instantly to sleep. A gentle hand slowly brushed against his forehead cooling the night heat from his face. "Come on Rianna, he'll be fine, she assured us both." His father whispered quietly to his mother. "I know, I know, I just wish we could be together a little longer, just for a little while." His mother replied sadly. Aaron's mind tried to shed the veil of exhaustion plaguing him so that he could tell his mum they would all be together for a lot longer but the tiredness didn't leave and he remained only semi-conscious. "Come on Rianna let's go." Weight lifted from the edge of his bed and he heard soft footsteps walk to the door. "Be safe Aaron." His father whispered softly and the door closed quietly and his mind returned to its deep sleep.
"THAT, IS HIM?" A strange feminine voice, soft as feathers but at the same time greater than a thunder clap echoed incredulously around a small starlit bedroom. "That, is him." A malignant voice confirmed in disgust. "The cursed one." The second voice was much quieter than the first and sounded allot like a group of people heard from far away. "HE'S NO MORE THAN A CHILD." The first voice retained the penned up fury of a storm but seemed amazed, as if a child had been the last thing it had expected to find. "You have your task abomination, be quick about it less we decide to withdraw our generous 'offer'." The hateful voice had grown even weaker than it had been at first as though it drew further and further away. "YOUR WEAKNESS DIGUSTS ME JAI-ZHEN" The first voice answered without a trace of the softness it had contained earlier and as if in contrast with the second its voice grew stronger as each syllable left its mouth. "YOUR SILKEN WORDS AND THINLY VEILED THREATS WILL NOT PROTECT YOU FROM YOUR FATE, ONCE THE PACT IS COMPLETE YOU WILL REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE-." The first voice hid nothing and dripped with pure malice, slowly becoming more evident until? "-LIVES." The word startled Aaron out of the dream world, off his bed and onto the floor where he quickly jumped up to scan his room for the source of the terrible voice that had woken him. "Wh-who's there." He squeaked in a small thin voice he immediately regretted. "YOU MUST SLEEP NOW SMALL ONE, IT IS NOT YET TIME." The first voice no longer held any threat and answered Aaron immediately but he was still unable to place where the voice had come from. ""JERU."" The scent of roses filled the air and dulled the alarm bells ringing in his head, the voice itself soothed the fear in his mind and wrestled his struggling conscience to the ground. ""JERU."" The sweet smell of roses and the soothing voice blew over him again, gently lowering him back to his bed. ""JERU."" The word drew Aaron to the farthest reaches of his mind where he soared over mountain tops on clouds softer than air. Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 David. T. Bos, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines. |
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