forum The Onyx Reapers

Started March 24, 2018 by @Mark_Is_Male group

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Abana got up, and washed her hands. She was about to leave when- "My dear girl! Come, give us news!" Her mother said.

Matt leaned somberly against the wall, his arms across his chest and his face blank. He slid to the floor and hid his face; he tried all he could do to save the king but nothing worked. "I tried, I tried" he grumbled to himself repeatedly before getting up and walking down the corridor; he needed a drink.

Abana, after a long chat with her parents, decided to tour the palace grounds. She walked down a hallway and ran into Matt. Ow, that hurt….

"Sorry, M'lady," Matt mumbled and stumbled past. He kept his head low and his normal spark was gone. All he wanted was to be left alone with a bottle of Maker's Mark and his papers.

Abana replied, "انه بخير" (Translates to "It's fine")

"Anyways, I'm quite clumsy. Don't worry."

Ace stayed still out of shock, until finally he wrapped his arms around his taller friend, sobs and small whimpers falling out of his mouth as he hid his face in Floyd's chest.

"Why? Why did this happen? Why did it happen?" He cried, face red with anger. He pushed Floyd away, running a hand through his hair before he walked down the dark hallway, making his way to his room.

Once he reached his room he slammed his door, a small picture of him and his parents falling off of the wall.

"How am i supposed to do this?" He growled to himself, sitting down on his bed, running his hands through his hair.

An idea sparked in his head, quickly walking over to his closet, grabbing his nicest clothes, and placing the beautifully handcrafted crown of gold, with green jewels inserted it. He opened his doors, finding the nearest reaper and telling them to gather the staff in the throne room.

Making his way into the large room, he walked up the stairs, taking a seat in what was his fathers throne, resting his arms in his lap as he waited patiently for the staff to arrive.

Floyd stood there for a moment, confused by Ace’s sudden change in attitude. He exhaled sharply and went down the stairs, then to the basement. He decided to go see if his sister could get him tested now.

He went into a lab area where his older sister worked. The short, blonde haired girl ran over, hugging him tightly through her tears. “We couldn’t do anything, I felt so useless,” she cried.

Floyd hugged her back just as tightly and murmured, “I know, Cassie, but there was nothing that could be done. Listen, some of us may be infected, is there any way you could test me?”

She stepped back, her eyes red as she sniffled. She had him sit down on a bench and took a syringe, then stuck it into his upper arm. She drew a bit of blood and put it on a swatch, looking at the sample under a microscope.

“There is a bit of radiation in your blood, it seems, but not enough to be lethal. I don’t like you going up there when we aren’t sure about radiation levels,” Cassie said.

“I know, it kind of sucks. But, it’s my job,” Floyd explained, shrugging.

Matt pushed is way out of the castle as people began gathering around. Geez, news spreads fast he thought as he made his way to his 'spot', a secluded place to get drunk, or high, or die even. He sprawled himself across the ground and covered his face with his arms. It was weird how his face felt wet and flashed between hot and cold; he hadn't consumed any alcohol yet.

Abana felt suprised by the sudden order she recieved. She collected the staff and escorted them to the throne room, then stood by the door.

Floyd heard the order to go to the throne room and grew curious. He decided to accompany his sister, and they went upstairs to the crowded room. They stayed slightly away from the crowed, lingering near one of the walls. His height still unfortunately made him stand out slightly next to his shorter sister.

Cassie wiped under her eyes, and he put an arm around her shoulders in a comforting manner. “I thought the technology worked completely fine,” he said to her.

“Believe me, I thought it did too. I don’t know how this could have happened so fast,” the blonde responded, looking up at Floyd with teary hazel eyes.

Abana felt akward. Well, better than no job at all.

Once the large room had filled up, Ace stood, scanning the crowd with a dark expression etched across his features. He raised a hand, a silent command for everybody to quiet down as he wanted to speak. As the staff's idle chatter hushed.

"As you all know my father is dead." He said, his usual playful character fading away into a more serious and stoic persona.

"He left his kingdom to me, and with that being said you all work for me now. I want the lower ranking reapers to go door to door, and spread the news that there will be a coronation in a couple of days." It was a scary sight, seeing the usually chipper personality leave the nineteen year old the only thing left being anger and denial.

"I would like to have a meeting with Commander Robinson and Captain Benton. You are all dismissed." He waved them off, making his way down the stairs, standing by the last step watching as they all exited the gigantic room.

Sorry that took so long, I started writing and then had to do my homework and take a shower XD THE POWER OF PROCRASTINATION! Although i will probably be on all of April Vacation. Also, i was just re-reading everything and realized that he still has that chocolate bar in his pocket XD My plan was to give it to someone, I just can't remember who…oh well..lets just forget that minor detail.

(Lmao same on the procrastination part tho.)

Floyd frowned to himself as he watched Ace. He wasn’t fond of the boy in this state. He seemed like a completely different person at the moment.

He stood in his spot for a second, watching Ace with a worried expression.

“Floyd, come on!” His sister called, who had already started to leave.

He stuffed his hand into the pockets of his trench coat and slouched his shoulders, walking over to his sister and leaving the room.

Floyd then left the castle, deciding to just head home. He walked the short distance to the small cabin-like home that doubled as a blacksmith shop where his older brother worked. His brother greeted him upon his arrival, but Floyd simply waved and trudged up the stairs to his bedroom, where he collapsed on the bed on his back.

After watching everyone leave, the facade he had put up broke, his shoulders fell as he made his way down the hallways.

He stopped at a set of doors, the reapers standing outside opened the door for him. As he entered the room he found two older men inside.

"Commander Robinson." Ace greeted the graying man as he bowed, giving him a slight nod.

"Captain Benton." He acknowledged the newer reaper with another nod of his head.

"Commander, Captain I have noticed you both have been tired lately, you need to spend time with your families. You are fifty seven years old, Robinson. Benton, you are Fifty four. I think we all know it's time to retire." The youngest of the three men decided.

"I think we agree with you, your majesty." Captain Benton said, nodding.

"I thank you both for your service, you where brave Reapers." He stretched out his arm, shaking hands with the Ex-Commander and Captain.

"No, thank you for allowing us to serve so long. Now, about our position's-" Before he could finish, Ace cut him off.

"I know who will be taking your places, and I ask you to trust me on this. I know my father had been watching a young Abana, who, might I add is extremely talented with all the work she has done." He spoke, so confidently the retired Reapers knew for sure there would be no trying to change his mind. "She would make an excellent Captain. The commander position however, I have reserved for someone I am sure saved me from going mad."

The nineteen year old smiled, before adding;

"Ever heard of Floyd Hunter?"

There was a knock on Floyd’s bedroom door, and he grunted with annoyance when his brother came in. The older 26 year old looked like Floyd, having the same color hair and hazel eyes.

“Boxing lessons, come on. We both need a distraction,” he said.

“Seriously?” Floyd groaned and sat up in bed.

“Yes, seriously. Get your lazy arse up and ready. Be in the basement in five or I’ll kick your arse here and now,” the man called from the hall.

Floyd huffed and got out of bed slowly. He quickly changed into a white tshirt and basketball shorts. He slipped his tennis shoes on and jogged down to the basement where his brother was already waiting.

“I have a winning streak going,” his brother announced, “So I’m am definitely not loosing to you.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that!” Floyd challenged in a determined tone. He had never beaten his older brother in a boxing match before, but he was determined to now.

Sadly, that did not happen. In just a few minutes, Floyd was on the ground. His face and rubs felt bruised, and he could taste blood in his mouth. “Bastard!” He exclaimed, spitting blood onto the concrete.

Making his way (Downtown walking fast, faces pass- sorry.) through the busy streets the black haired trainee stopped in front of the blacksmiths shop, politely knocking on the door before silently waiting.

(Lol.)

Floyd was getting up when he heard the knocking on the door upstairs.

“Go get the door, I better clean some of this blood up. Cassie wouldn’t be happy to come home and see this,” his brother said, searching for a towel.

He nodded and trudged up the stairs. There was a bruise beginning to form on his cheekbone, and blood was dribbling from his nose and a mall cut on his lip. His whole body ached and felt sore with every movement he made.

Floyd opened the door and looked at the trainee. He ignored the urge to feel ashamed at his appearance, as it looked like he got the shit beaten out of him, which wasn’t completely wrong either. “Can I help you?”

The thirteen year old's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and concern. Ignoring this, he took out a small letter, the royal family crest- a death sythe- was stamped onto the front.

He opened the envelope and read the letter out loud;

" I, the Reaper King, hereby make you, Floyd Hunter, the new Commander of the Onyx Reapers.
We hope to see you lead these elite soldiers with grace and determination.
Many Thanks and Congratulations
-Ace Dunn "

The small boy handed the letter over to Floyd, congratulating him on the promotion before running off and back to the academy.

The whole time the letter was being read, Floyd simply stood there in shock. Commander? He grew excited, knowing that it would bring his family a bit more money, which they seriously needed. He decided not to bother his brother right then, so he decided to tell his sister about it.

He jogged to the castle and went inside, wiping a bit of blood from his lip and onto the back of his hand. He went down to the lab area, typing in the entrance code his sister had given him.

“Cassie!” He exclaimed upon arriving, and the short blond looked over at him.

“What is it? And what happened to your face? Did Nick hurt you again?” She questioned, heading over to him.

“First off, yes this was Nick’s doing. I think he bruised a rib or two, so I’m going to need pain pills. Also, look!” He shoved the letter into her hands quickly.

Cassie read over it, mouthing the words to herself. She looked back up at Floyd and squealed in delight, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug. “Oh my god, this is amazing, Floyd!”

When Ace was informed that the letters where delivered he felt a small satisfied tug, he was roaming the many empty corridors, absentmindedly rubbing the freshly branded arm. Sure, he had many complicated tattoos permanently etched onto his body, but this one was special. It was time for change. While walking through the halls he heard a shrill squeal off in the background. Rolling his eyes in amusement he continued to make his way to his favorite part of the palace. The library.

“We can pay for rent on time now! A-and we can help pay Maman and Papa’s bills!” Cassie said, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

“I know! Now, I have to go do something, but first I’d love some pain medicine.” Floyd grinned, and his sister tossed him a small bottle. He took a few pills from it, swallowing them dry.

“What’s so important to do now?” The short girl questioned.

“I need to go find that spot where the former king was infected,” he said in a low tone so only she could hear.

“What?!” Cassie cried before whisper yelling, “That’s insane!”

“I’ll make sure to not touch anything. I just need to really see what te levels say. Don’t tell anyone, okay? If anyone asks for me, say I went to visit our parents.”

“You better not get sick! Just try to be home soon, we are going out to dinner to celebrate.” She sighed slowly.

Floyd nodded and left to change into a pair of cargo pants and boots before heading back to the castle. He went to the top level and to the elevator, scanning hi card. The doors slid open and he stepped in, pressing the ‘up’ button.

Ace sat on a plush chair in his fathers library. the only light source needed was the fire that was set before him. He smiled, flipping through the pages of the aged book.

"Daisies." He whispered, comparing the picture in the book to the small flower resting in the vase on the table next to him. "Bellis perennis, a common European species of daisy of the Asteraceae family, often considered the archetypal species of that name." Running his fingers over the pictures of the simple flower he felt a small tug in his chest.

"You may not be as complex looking as Begonia's or Orchids, but you are by far my favorite." He murmured, chuckling to himself at the thought of him talking to the flower.

"Look at me, my fathers dead- I had two of my best Reapers retire, my coronation's in a week- and here I am-talking to a flower." He leaned over the arm of the chair, resting his elbow on the small table and putting his face in his hand. He smiled, admiring the simple blossom.

Just as he reached out a hand to touch it, the library door opened.

"Your majesty," The timid and embarrassed voice belonged to a maid, "I hate to be a bother, but the council wishes to speak with you."

Ace sighed, turning so his back was to the door, slumping down in his seat he sighed.

"Well shit."