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A Reapers Paradise ch4
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Chapter 4
Ordinary day
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Reaper limped back to his cell. It had been a day since his little walk. Luna smiled as he walked in. "Fun walk?" She asked in a mocking tone. "No shit their." Reaper replied. The guard slammed the door close after he walked in. Reaper limped over to his bed. "Congrats, you just got that bitch so mad she is going to chew your ass up." Firefox said smiling. The other 3 foxes just shook their heads. "Reaper I'm just wondering, do you have any other family expect your sister?" Asked Silverfox, not looking up from brushing her tail. "Once, a long time ago." Reaper replied. All of the foxes stopped what they were doing. "Why is it you have so many things no one knows about?" Asked Luna in a shocked tone. "I'm just that cool darling." Reaper replied happily. "My mother before she had me had another son. After she died I went to him first, but then he died from obvious reasons. We were playing, I being about 467 he being 2000 years old. A large demon found us and killed him. I escaped. End of story." Reaper said, his voice distance as he plunged deep into his memories.
After a couple of hours it was Technofox to ask. "What did he look like?" Reaper pondered this before answering. "Had hazel colored hair. Deep blue eyes. Always thought of others and wanted to help. Even if it cost him something." Reaper said. Firefox looked up from exercising. "I know someone like that. He was in your world I think. It was some school. Didn't know I even left this place but now that I think of it. The school was called Tocyshica." She said. Reaper thought this for awhile. "I'll have to check it out sometime." He said after a couple of minuets.
The next day master walked up to Reapers cell. "You and the other foxes will be doing a obstacle course in a hour. Be prepared." She said curtly before walking off. "Oh how fun." Firefox muttered. As the oblivious trainer walked off.
The obstacle course was of course a bitch. It started out with a rope climb over a pit of mucky water. Then a balance beam with sandbags that swung back and forth. The other crap on their Reaper could do in his sleep. "Bring this shit on!" He yelled, moving to the starting line. Master was their waiting for the others. "Were going to make this interesting. You all make it in fewer than 5 minuets and don't have to go on stage. One of you doesn’t make it. You’re all fucked." She said with a cruel grin. The foxes had a face of horror. "I don't have stage fright love." Reaper said, grinning back. She just smiled.
Reaper cracked his knuckles. All 6 of them were lined up at the start. Master raised her pistol and snapped off a shot. All i6 ran off. Reaper grabbed the first rope and swung over easily. He ran forward to the beam. Reaper watched the sand bags go back and forth, then looked up. A large beam ran over head. He smiled, jumped up and pulled himself up onto the beam. Reaper walked casually across as the others made their way below him. The next 3 obstacles took no time and in fact made Reaper yawn. He looked up at the large pile of logs. The foxes next to him taking deep breaths of air. Luna was the first up, followed by the rest with Reaper being the last. The logs were connected by two ropes strapped down to the floor. When Reaper reached the top he looked down. A guard was sitting down their with a knife, slicing through the rope. "Get off!" Reaper yelled as the rope snapped. He launched himself forward, pushing Firefox off the falling logs. Reaper was buried in the tumble.
He gave a silent cry of agony. One of the logs had landed on his shoulder, dislocating it. He pushed the log aside and stood up. His arm hanged down at his side, flopping to and fro. "Run!" He yelled at the others, snapping themselves out of their trance. Reaper reached down to his dislocated arm. Grabbing the bottom half, he thrust it upward. A pop sound was made as it reentered its socket. Reaper bit his tong to keep from crying out. A buzzer rang out as Reaper reached the finish line. "6 minuets." Master said smugly. "You had someone cut the fucking ropes." Reaper said accusingly. "I want to see you all at the haircutters."
The haircutters were just like a barber shop. A nice looking woman with red hair sat led Reaper to a chair. She looked at the small bullet wounds. "You heal nice." She commented. "Ok, first you tell me what you use for you hair, then we can fix it." She said with a lovely smile. "One, I don't put shit in my hair, its grows like it. Two it doesn’t need to be fixed." Reaper said, narrowing his eyes. "They told me you were a bastered. So we do it my way," She said walking over to a small cabinet and pulling out a plastic container. ", this is full of salt. Large chunks. Tell me, or I put this in your wounds." She said with a smile. "Where the fuck do they find you people!?!" Reaper asked/ exclaimed. She opened the tub, and pulled out a large chunk of salt. With no emotion she shoved it into the wound on his shoulder. The peace of salt burned its way into his shoulder. Pain flushed into the wound. "Tell me, or the next one will go in your gut." She says, pulling out another peace. "You people are so fucked up this isn't funny." Reaper said in disbelief.
4 hours later and about 15 peaces of salt.
Blood trickled down from the opened wounds. Fox force and Luna watched with grins as Reaper told the lady over and over his hair grew that way. She sat in a stool next to him, head in hands. "I am backed up and probably not going to be able to leave until 4 a.m.! So just tell me." She said, flustered. Reaper looked up at her. "I have been. Open your fucking ears!" He yelled. "Just take a look." He said, leaning back.
The hair dresser combed thought his hair with careful slowness. “Oh my god.” She whispered. “Now do you believe me.” Reaper said your gritted teeth. “My bad.” She said smiling. “Of course it’s your fucking bad!” Reaper yelled at her. “Now can you get the salt out!” Reaper yelled.
The hairdresser did nothing to Reaper after removing the salt. She moved on with the foxes. Each chatted politely with the perky hair dresser. Reaper just glared at her from a chair. After each fox they were able to leave. The foxes waved good bye, Reaper just flipped her off and walked out into the hallway.
Ordinary day
¥¥¥
Reaper limped back to his cell. It had been a day since his little walk. Luna smiled as he walked in. "Fun walk?" She asked in a mocking tone. "No shit their." Reaper replied. The guard slammed the door close after he walked in. Reaper limped over to his bed. "Congrats, you just got that bitch so mad she is going to chew your ass up." Firefox said smiling. The other 3 foxes just shook their heads. "Reaper I'm just wondering, do you have any other family expect your sister?" Asked Silverfox, not looking up from brushing her tail. "Once, a long time ago." Reaper replied. All of the foxes stopped what they were doing. "Why is it you have so many things no one knows about?" Asked Luna in a shocked tone. "I'm just that cool darling." Reaper replied happily. "My mother before she had me had another son. After she died I went to him first, but then he died from obvious reasons. We were playing, I being about 467 he being 2000 years old. A large demon found us and killed him. I escaped. End of story." Reaper said, his voice distance as he plunged deep into his memories.
After a couple of hours it was Technofox to ask. "What did he look like?" Reaper pondered this before answering. "Had hazel colored hair. Deep blue eyes. Always thought of others and wanted to help. Even if it cost him something." Reaper said. Firefox looked up from exercising. "I know someone like that. He was in your world I think. It was some school. Didn't know I even left this place but now that I think of it. The school was called Tocyshica." She said. Reaper thought this for awhile. "I'll have to check it out sometime." He said after a couple of minuets.
The next day master walked up to Reapers cell. "You and the other foxes will be doing a obstacle course in a hour. Be prepared." She said curtly before walking off. "Oh how fun." Firefox muttered. As the oblivious trainer walked off.
The obstacle course was of course a bitch. It started out with a rope climb over a pit of mucky water. Then a balance beam with sandbags that swung back and forth. The other crap on their Reaper could do in his sleep. "Bring this shit on!" He yelled, moving to the starting line. Master was their waiting for the others. "Were going to make this interesting. You all make it in fewer than 5 minuets and don't have to go on stage. One of you doesn’t make it. You’re all fucked." She said with a cruel grin. The foxes had a face of horror. "I don't have stage fright love." Reaper said, grinning back. She just smiled.
Reaper cracked his knuckles. All 6 of them were lined up at the start. Master raised her pistol and snapped off a shot. All i6 ran off. Reaper grabbed the first rope and swung over easily. He ran forward to the beam. Reaper watched the sand bags go back and forth, then looked up. A large beam ran over head. He smiled, jumped up and pulled himself up onto the beam. Reaper walked casually across as the others made their way below him. The next 3 obstacles took no time and in fact made Reaper yawn. He looked up at the large pile of logs. The foxes next to him taking deep breaths of air. Luna was the first up, followed by the rest with Reaper being the last. The logs were connected by two ropes strapped down to the floor. When Reaper reached the top he looked down. A guard was sitting down their with a knife, slicing through the rope. "Get off!" Reaper yelled as the rope snapped. He launched himself forward, pushing Firefox off the falling logs. Reaper was buried in the tumble.
He gave a silent cry of agony. One of the logs had landed on his shoulder, dislocating it. He pushed the log aside and stood up. His arm hanged down at his side, flopping to and fro. "Run!" He yelled at the others, snapping themselves out of their trance. Reaper reached down to his dislocated arm. Grabbing the bottom half, he thrust it upward. A pop sound was made as it reentered its socket. Reaper bit his tong to keep from crying out. A buzzer rang out as Reaper reached the finish line. "6 minuets." Master said smugly. "You had someone cut the fucking ropes." Reaper said accusingly. "I want to see you all at the haircutters."
The haircutters were just like a barber shop. A nice looking woman with red hair sat led Reaper to a chair. She looked at the small bullet wounds. "You heal nice." She commented. "Ok, first you tell me what you use for you hair, then we can fix it." She said with a lovely smile. "One, I don't put shit in my hair, its grows like it. Two it doesn’t need to be fixed." Reaper said, narrowing his eyes. "They told me you were a bastered. So we do it my way," She said walking over to a small cabinet and pulling out a plastic container. ", this is full of salt. Large chunks. Tell me, or I put this in your wounds." She said with a smile. "Where the fuck do they find you people!?!" Reaper asked/ exclaimed. She opened the tub, and pulled out a large chunk of salt. With no emotion she shoved it into the wound on his shoulder. The peace of salt burned its way into his shoulder. Pain flushed into the wound. "Tell me, or the next one will go in your gut." She says, pulling out another peace. "You people are so fucked up this isn't funny." Reaper said in disbelief.
4 hours later and about 15 peaces of salt.
Blood trickled down from the opened wounds. Fox force and Luna watched with grins as Reaper told the lady over and over his hair grew that way. She sat in a stool next to him, head in hands. "I am backed up and probably not going to be able to leave until 4 a.m.! So just tell me." She said, flustered. Reaper looked up at her. "I have been. Open your fucking ears!" He yelled. "Just take a look." He said, leaning back.
The hair dresser combed thought his hair with careful slowness. “Oh my god.” She whispered. “Now do you believe me.” Reaper said your gritted teeth. “My bad.” She said smiling. “Of course it’s your fucking bad!” Reaper yelled at her. “Now can you get the salt out!” Reaper yelled.
The hairdresser did nothing to Reaper after removing the salt. She moved on with the foxes. Each chatted politely with the perky hair dresser. Reaper just glared at her from a chair. After each fox they were able to leave. The foxes waved good bye, Reaper just flipped her off and walked out into the hallway.
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