This story was an idea I had about unrest after death. What if you were sacred? What if you couldn’t pass until there was peace for you? Please read this and enjoy!
The Distant Reaper by Raine Leggett
She stared blankly at the one who laid in front of her. A deep crimson leaked from their head. She watched as a man ran from the site.
“It’s not fair…” She said.
“It’s not fair!” She cried.
She watched the for on the ground limp as the crimson wouldn’t stop. She floated around waiting for any signs of movement.
“I want to go back in.” She floated close to the one who lay still.
“I want to go back to my body.”
No answer from her form. She mourned out loud. Fear of her passing sunk in. A deep pain burned all over. She looked around frantic cursing the life of the man she last saw.
“Where is he!?”
She floated far into a direction she didn’t know what to do. She glanced many times over, looking for any clues.
She stopped at a park and froze in silence.
He sat on a bench panting. His face was pale as he counted what he found in a purse. She couldn’t stand it. A fury ranged over her.
“You have to pay…” She raged.
“You have to die!” she yelled before a man suddenly ran up to him.
“Where did you get that?” A policeman said.
The man immediately started to lie. All at once she raged and lunged at him. He immediately felt a chill that rose suspicion to the man in front of him.
“Do you know what happened just down the block?”
All at once the man dropped the purse and ran in fright. His fear piercing.
“Stop him now! We got him.”
He was chased by many policemen now.
He ran as fast as he could as the woman shouted many things in his head.
“Liar! Tell them you killed me!”
“Quit running! Die!”
He didn’t know where he was going all he could hear was her voice.
He ran so far before he fell with a thud. He looked back and saw her laying there.
“Look at her as they take you.” She said.
“They always return to the scene of the crime.” An officer said as they grabbed him.
She watched as the place had been taped off. So many were there leaving the place mourning.
She closed her eyes as she watched them drive him off.
“What peace do I have? I still can’t get in?”
“Fear not and come with me then.”
She turned to see a man with his hand outreached. She teared up but in faith she grabbed it.