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THE LONELY REAPER BY KATA MASSEY

Abadeer  Wesley been atacross the last few days, he hadn't left his house because of his fear of ridicule, as silly as that sounded, even to him. But, he knew that once he left those walls and made his existence know ,he'd  have to face just that, only, not his own,. No, he wasn't a hermit or some weird loner or a victim of bullying... he was just afraid. Although Abadeer didn't get afraid often, on that day he was. It was his first day of twelfth grade after transferring schools. He'd missed his " official" first day, but he didn't care, he knew the attention he'd bring and how much he'd hurt the one person he cared most about, Shalley O'Della. Shalley was a slim, shy, but very opinionated young man. He had softer features than most guys and was fairly petite for his age, for this he was mad fun of by a lot of the other students in school. His feminine qualities made him an easy target for bullies, but, Abadeer put most of the blame on himself. He had been given a face; one that was often seen a a gift but he saw it as a curse. He had scruffy black hair that went all over his head, a strong, curved nose that  seemed to fit perfectly in place, mesmerizing royal blue eyes and full pink lips that feel into place one his flawless pale white skin. Abadeer knew that he was a problem. No, he was THE problem. He attracted people, just to put it bluntly; those people he attracted usually did whatever it took to be near him, even threaten, hurt and pick on Shalley out of pure jealously. That's why him and Shalley both decided to leave their old school. This enraged Abadeer to a point of it giving him migraines that would last for days at a time. He hated feeling hopeless and not being able to help his best friend, who had done so much for him. He hated that he caused him pain by just existing, that he was lying to him about not only how he felt but about his own life... which in reality, was a lie. He lied about living with a family, he lied about being happy and confident, he even lied about where he lived, which instead of a nice suburban home, was a abandoned warehouse that was often so cold he slept outside. He hid the fact that his family abandoned him over nine years ago, a scared nine year old boy who brought his family pain and drove them away. He swore that he'd never drive Shalley away, so he made excuses about why he never allowed Shalley over his house or why he snuck into Shalley's room instead of asking his parents who would ask to meet Abadeer's parents everyone they saw him. He was one big lie. And now he was going to have to lie again about why he wasn't in school and why he was avoiding his only friend, and in reality, his lifeline. Abadeer loved Shalley. In a way he knew wasn't normal, in a way that made him avoid Shalley. He wasn't gay for the most part. He had girlfriends in the past... but now, the past was burned up into ashes, and he knew he was done with the lies. Still. He was afraid.

Abadeer had taken a shower and gotten dressed in his uniform, making his way to Utah Memorial High school. He was anticipating the worst and  was counting the steps to Shalley's house.

He approached the door slowly, taking a quick pause before knocking softly. Immediately the door swung often and Shalley's warm face welcomed Abadeer inside, "Oh, hello... I-I haven't seen you in a while. You weren't at school yesterday. I really missed you Abby." Shalley said with a timid yet strangely needy voice, " Sorry Shal. How was you first day of school by the way? I know I promised to walk you but-", " No need for apologies and it was great. I met tons of new people who all seem way different from the ones back in Cali.", Shalley smiled warmly and gave a nod of reassurance. Abadeer was happy that he had a great first day, but he knew Thatcher he walked into those hall's he'd be the center of attention, and dislike Shal. He was extremely angry at himself for making such a kind hearted person suffer so much pain. " Well you ready to go? I wanted to stop by Bradley's and get a few burgers before we go to school!", Abby put on his best fake smile and gave Shalley a wink, " Um, ok.... Abby? I wanted to know if you liked me. I mean, you defend and fight for me all the time and you're not afraid to hold my hand. You... I mean I figured you knew I liked guys and stuff. We're in twelfth grade now and I- ", Abby hugged Shalley and whispered the word yes into his ear. Abadeer always knew Shalley was the only one that made truly happy, he made him feel like he was alive, and Abby hated life, he hated people and mostly himself, he had been a cutter for a while which happened to be another thing he lied about. All that was irrelevant when he was with Shalley. He,of course, was his lifeline.

After getting burgers, Abadeer and Shalley walked together hand in hand, Shalley acting like a giddy middle school girl and Abby feeling like he finally did something right in his life. Then... he stopped. He knew he had to tell Shalley everything. " So... we're dating and shit now right?", " Yes!" , Shalley beamed with excitement, he really was a pretty boy. " I don't know where to start, but... I need to tell you this. So that I can know that in my eighteen years of life was spent lying to a person that gives me a reason to have a goal to work towards... that sounded better in my head, haha... Well, um... let's start from the beginning."

He had told him everything, from the day his parents left him to when he First lost his home and the reason he hated how much he put him through. Shalley just stood there, shocked,. Suddenly his face contorted into a saddened look and he began to cry. This made Abadeer's heart sink and he felt like he wanted to vomit. He reached out to comfort Shal but he pulled away and ran off. Abby called after him desprately, chasing him and trying to grab the back of his collar every chance he got. Finally Abby ran out of breath and he fell to his knees. He watched as Shalley ran, but, what he didn't see, was a big, silver SUV barreling down the road. Shalley ran out into the road and before he could process the situation the SUV smacked into him, sending him flying four feet into the air and splattered down onto the warm pavemenr, his neck bent all the way back and his limbs all bent in ways that they should never be. Abadeer just knelt there, speechless, void of any emotion. He always want over Shalley's house and watched movies where and things happened and it would pour down rain.... it was a beautiful, warm sunny day. Abby screamed at the top of his lungs, then passed out, dreaming of the rain that wasn't gonna come.

It has been two months since Shalley O'Della's death. He hadn't gone to the funeral or even visited the grave. All he could do was lay in bed and grieve. He was in a state of darkness. Thoughts of suicide, murder, even complete insanity came to his mind. He lie in his bed for over a week, only getting up to use the bathroom. Not eating, showering, or going outside. He hadn't cried since the incident and was, at best, a vegetable. He just layed there, the opitimy of a hollow shell, trying to hold on to a reality that was not. Abadeer got up, he walked out of the warehouse, and he went to the funeral home. He counted down each tombstone until he saw the one he wanted to see. He looked down at the stone that read, [In memory of  Shalley O'Della. Age 17 may he rest in peace]. Abadeer fell to his knees the moment he read his name. He cried tears of sadness, malice, and betrayal. He couldn't stop, he felt like he wanted to die. Abby breathed out and screamed out the word fuck into the distance before curling into the fetal position and sobbing.

He stayed like that for an hour before he heard the voice of what sounded like a old man with a cup of wood shavings down his throat. Abby looked up and saw a hooded figure in a black rob. " WHO THE HELL ARE YOU. STSY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIS GRAVE. ARE YOU A GRAVE ROBBER? S-STAY THE HELL AWAY!!!!!". The figure moved towards him and stop right in front of Abadeer. " Hello Abadeer Wesley. What a tragic story you have. Shalley was a lovely spirited boy. Is soul was so pure I couldn't just send it to heaven." Abby just looked at him, wondering how he even knew his name. " Don't soul his name with your filthy tongue you homeless loon." " SHUT UP AND DONT DISRESPECT ME", suddenly the man revealed is face, he being completely made of bones. Abby was terrified. He noticed a symbol on its forehead, it was what seemed to be a circle with an x thrown it. He cowered as he saw flames arise from behind the man and what seemed to be a tall, slender figure spear behind him for a brief second. " Don't fear me my child." The skeletal figure said in a calmer but still rough voice, " I am not here to hurt you, I am hear to give you back what you desire most in this world." Abadeer tuned around in shock when he saw the dirt over Shalley's grave open up and his coffin open to reveal his body, not a scratch on it, floating in what seemed like a faint fusha glow. " SHALLEY!!!", Abby was so speechless. Tears filled his eyes and he looked at the skeleton man with a respect that he had only felt for Shalley. "T-t-thank you, I- ", " Hush child, he's not alive, his soul isn't in his body." Abadeer looked confused, he saw his fear sweet Shalley but he wasn't... Shalley. " Listen my child. Your friends soul is in the body of another, I felt that his soul was too beautiful to die yet. I spoke with God and he allowed me to bring his soul back and into another." , "What, who!!!". The skeleton looked down then back up, " I don't know.", Abby was so confused," What do you mean I don't know. I want to get my friend back now... Who the hell are you anyways?" The skeleton figure stood tall and spoke, " I am Death. And I didn't put your friends soul back because it just doesn't work out that way." , Abadeer couldn't believe his ears, Death, was a actual being? It dumbfounded Abby and frankly he was willing to trade his life for his friends. " Take me!! Ill do anything to get him back..", " Well, mwahha, there is one way to get it back...", " What is it?!". Death smiled an evil smile. " If you're willing to lol for him then you can get the soul back." Abadeer had never really ever wanted to kill anyone he thought... but, he actually had wanted to, so many times. " ok, ill do whatever just to have him back." " Well then. You take this," Death handed him a sycth and held out his and, " Take this and anyone who is cut by it will automatically have their soul ripped from their body and you will have a minute to determine weather or not it's young Shalley. Now shale my hand so the deal can be sealed." , "What deal?" Abby looked confused, " That you will become an angel of death and claim the souls that aren't of use to you, for me." , Suddenly a smile crept across Abadeer's face, the thought suddenly made him feel like he had a purpose, he was gonna get Shalley's soul back... no matter the coast.. he grabbed Deaths hand and shook it. Abadeer felt a sharp pain in his back and watched in awe as two big, black wings appeared on his back and a the same symbol on Deaths forehead was on his right wing. Abby felt strange. Not like sick but a longing feeling. He wanted to kill, he had the urge to see blood.... to get Shalley's soul back.

Amanda was home alone when she heard a sound outside her window. She was a he lived in the paranormal so she was a bit frightened. She got up from her bed and walked down stairs with her phone as a flashlight. She saw nothing inside so she walked out onto the back patio. It was a good night and she decided to take in the smell of the cold, Christmas air. Suddenly, she saw a large, winged shadow spear in front of her cast by the moonlight. Then she saw the shadow raise an object that seemed to be a sharp weapon of some sort. Amanda turned around to see a beautiful black-winged angel behind her. He was so flawlessly stunning that she couldn't move. The last thing she saw and heard before the sycth sliced into her was a strange circle with an x on the angels right wing and a smooth voice that said, " Beware those things that are the most charming to the eye, for there is no escape from The Lonely Reaper." 