The Reapers

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Hello fictionpress! Thanks for clicking on my first full length original story. This chapter's a little short, because it's the introduction and I'm just trying to see if people are interested. Happy Reading!

-Melantha

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Lousy idea, us sitting up on the railroad tracks like that. We were at least three hundred feet about the swirling waters of the river, dangling our feet over the edge. We thought not of what would happen if the brittle wood of the bridge should snap, or a train come screaming around the bend. It was so easy to loose yourself in the heart stopping eyes of a crush, especially for a sixteen year old girl.

Michael’s eyes were icy blue, streaks of white circling the black pupil in the iris. They were utterly breathtaking. And here I was, a plain girl with normal green eyes and average brown hair. And I was terribly pale, as my ex-best friend pointed out on a normal basis. Not like Michael’s smooth golden skin that never seemed to burn. Unlike me-if we stayed out here in the sun for much longer I would certainly be looking like a lobster for school on Monday.

“Michael…” I said, hopefully sounding at least a tiny bit sexy. “Maybe we should leave. It’s getting late.” Michael shrugged.

“Sure,” He said nonchalantly. “You’re right actually.” The smile that grew on face was more breathtakingly beautiful than his eyes. “We’re going to miss that movie.” He rose, pulling me passively along with him. We started walking the way we came, balancing carefully on the track, holding hands. I didn’t let go until I heard the whistle behind me, my eyes widening with terror as the train blared its horn and shone its light down upon his.

Michael pulled me towards the other side, towards safety. I knew we would never make it. The millisecond before the train crushed us to bits I did the only thing I could. I threw my entire body weight against Michael and tossed our soon to be useless bodies off the bridge and through the air. 300 feet of air, to be precise.

The last thing I remember before I died was the bitter cold of the water hitting my chest, and my breath stopping.

My heart stopped a second later.