|The Devil's Son in Law
Author: Aztec Moogle PM
My name is Jonathan, simply Jonathan. I've been through hell and back, literally, as I am a reaper. The devil himself has given me a special test. To shed blood so he may open a door and have his daughter, the anti-Christ be born into the world.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Mystery - Chapters: 6 - Words: 12,247 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 07-07-11 - Published: 05-28-11 - id: 2918518
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Chapter 1: What I Am
Amanda fell to the floor of her kitchen. She hit it with her back, not taking her eyes off of me, no one ever does.
She wore blue jeans, and a dressing shirt; I guess she was ready to go out, I didn't care where.
"No, go away, what do you want?" she asked, doing a sort of backwards spider walk.
I took a step towards her. I wore some black jeans, and a dark blue t-shirt. I pulled out one of my knives, a standard knife with the exemption of the purely white handle. I examined it for a while. My fingerprints where already on the doors and some walls, I didn't care, they won't find me… no one ever does… I don't actually exist… not anymore anyways.
"It's nothing personal, Amanda" I replied, I was happy the way my voice came out: dark and sure, "it's only my job."
"Why me though? I've never done anything to you!" She said.
"You haven't done anything to or for me, Amanda, it's strictly business, everyone has to die sometime and now's your time".
"Who are you to decide who lives and dies?" she yelled at me.
I stared and bent down to her level and held my knife to her throat, "Death…" I said simply as I passed the knife on the front of her throat and she slowly bled to death.
After about two minutes she stopped moving, and just lay there, I picked up the phone and dialed 911.
"911 what's your emergency?" asked the female operator in the other end.
"Nancy… a sinner has been killed" I replied.
There was silence in the other end of the line. "You again? Who is this? How do you know my name?"
I smiled, she didn't know who I was, but I knew her "only three left…"
"Who the fuck is this; Prinking 911 is a federal offence!"
"1324 Ivory road… I'll see you later" I hung up the phone; the police should be here in a few minutes. I pulled out a normal knife from a cabinet and placed it on Amada's lap. I then took out my second knife from my holder, but this one's handle was black, I cut the vanes my right hand. Blood flew out at first but continued as an ooze; I lay on the floor to the end wall, opposite of Amanda, I snapped my fingers with my left hand. Everything seemed cleaner.
I felt like I was going to pass out "I'm coming" I whispered
I heard a woman's voice say, "Ok" just before I died.