forum The Onyx Reapers

Started March 24, 2018 by @Mark_Is_Male group

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Floyd stepped out of the elevator once it stopped, and he climbed up a short ladder that led to a hatch. He popped the hatch open with a hiss, and squinted from the bright sunlight and he slid out into the upper world. He shut the hatch again and locked it tight.

There was a buzz on a walkie talkie that was attactched to his belt. “Floyd? It’s Ryan. Where are you?” His old partners voice crackled through the speaker.

He took it up, pressing a button down on the side of it. “I’m up above, keep quiet about it, yeah?”

“You’re up there?” His partners voice asked, “You shouldnt be up there! I thought they were going to close it off!”

“Well keep ‘em stalled for a few minutes. I’m just checking something.” He put the walkie talkie back in its place, knowing that the other man would not be happy about this.

The dry earth crunched under Floyd’s boots as he followed the markers that were used to keep track of where the group had previously gone.

As Ace followed the short red-headed maid, he whispered profanities under his breath, once he reached the meeting room, he opened the door, walking in and finding all but one of the seats around the long table was filled. They all rose, bowing to their soon-to-be- king before sitting back down.

"King Ace, it is a pleasure to see you again, I assume you know why we brought you here?" A highbrow looking old man asked, standing up from his seat .

"I believe you are here to tell me I need to find myself a wife again? Or are you going to tell me how to run my kingdom?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Sir, we do not want to tell you how to control your kingdom, we just want to he-" The blue eyed royal cut him off angrily.

"That is exactly what you are doing! I know what is best for my kingdom, and I don't need permission from an old snobby man like you," he growled, face turning red from anger. "My father trusted that the kingdom would be safe in my hands! MY hands, not a dried up old prune who only cares about what he wants! I love my people, and that means I will do anything I can to protect them, so I thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your time." He hissed, bowing to them mockingly before storming down the hallway, the crimson headed maid following quickly behind him.

Ryan bolted through the halls, attempting to find someone who could drag Floyd back. He spotted the new king and hesitantly jogged over. “Sir? There’s an issue. Floyd Hunt, he went to the outside world. It’s really not safe, and they are closing it off soon,” The younger man explained.

Floyd walked quickly now, the sun growing hot. He stopped by a small path of dead grass where the flags stopped. He took out the radiation measurer and checked a Sam,e of the dirt, but it came back positive for radiation.

He frowned and collected a palm full on his gloved hand, studying the grains. He would need to bring some back for his sister to study.

Ace whipped around, his eyes widening at the news.

"Why haven't I heard of this? If the general is to make a choice like that I am the one he has to run it by." He growled, his eyebrows furrowed angrily.

Sighing, the king thought for a second.

"Inform the reapers that we are going to hold off the closing up of the surface," He decided, nodding as he thought, "Get a team of reapers together and meet me by the opening in ten." He concluded, turning away from Ryan before making his way to his room to change back into his beloved leather Onyx Reaper jacket.

"C'mon Floyd, I just lost my father, I can't lose my best friend too."

“Yes, sir!” Ryan said quickly, running off to go gather a few other Reapers.

Floyd inhaled sharply. The air seemed completely fine to him. He crouched, digging into the dirt for a minute with his fingers. He coughed lightly and adjusted the grey bandana that covered his mouth.

He froze when his fingers his something large and solid in the dirt. He dug quicker, moving the dirt aside until he pulled out a large green rock that was about the size of his fist. It seemed to pulse with energy,causing him to frown.

Floyd held the scanner next to it, and the levels suddenly shot up. ‘They couldn’t pick it up because it was deeper,’ he thought. He dropped the rock and threw off his most likely tainted glove. He removed a plastic bag from his jacket pocket and collected the rock and a bit of the dirt into it, sealing it shut.

After changing, Ace made his way to the exit, there he found a small group of reapers.

"Let's go." He commanded, as he walked through the opened the door. The sunlight temporarily blinding him as he allowed his blue eyes to adjust. He looked around, he could clearly see small groupings of grass that had been slowly growing back.

"Wow." He whispered in awe, walking forward just a bit.

"Somebody give me their radio." He ordered, holding out his arm. A small radio was dropped into his hand, bringing to his face he spoke.

"Floyd?" He asked, running his free hand through his blonde head of hair.

"Floyd c'mon! I can't hear you Floyd? Fl-" All he got back was a very quiet-almost silent- reply and loud static, "Dammit!" he screamed, his voice cracking slightly as he threw it back to the Reaper that gave it to him. "We gotta find Floyd, he can't end up like my father."

Floyd thought he heard a voice in the distance and looked around, but shrugged. He carried the bag in his gloved hand as he followed the bright orange markers that led to the hatch.

The wind picked up, and he rubbed dust from his eyes with his non gloved hand. He spotted a leaf that was on the ground and stopped. He crouched and picked it up, turning it over in his fingers. He chuckled to himself and let it flutter away in the wind before continuing down the path.

A large reaper who-strangely enough- had purple hair (He he using my other beautiful child Damian :>) lead the group ahead, making sure they all understood the orders to stand in a circle around the King.

"If he's smart- and he is, I believe he would have followed the markers, or put down some of his own." the reaper -he now knew as Damian- said, his voice tough and gravelly.

"Oh he's far from smart! When we save his ass- I'm gonna kill him!" Ace growled, hands clenched into a fist at his sides, "We have never executed any one before Publicly I am going to make sure we have a guillotine made special for him!" he crossed his arms, eyes narrowing slightly, wincing out of pain as he looked down at his now unwrapped arm.

"What is it your majesty," an older trainee-that Ace had guessed was about seventeen- asked eyeing the small, and simple tattoo.
"It's just a small tattoo, it wouldn't really make sense to you I suppose." He said shrugging to himself, "But it means a lot to me."

"Really? Cool! I've decided when I'm old enough to get a tattoo i'm going to get my older sisters na-" The trainee was quickly shut up by his mentor, a small woman who looked to be about forty.

"Shut it Roberts, we don't need any distractions, we're on a mission, remember?" Her tired voice scolded him.

Ace stayed silent, watching as the curious trainee returned to the outer ring.

"I swear to god if I don't find that foolhardy, imbecilic idiot soon, I'm going to leave him out here and have the opening filled in with cement!"

Floyd kept walking, and soon saw the group in the distance. He slowed to a stop and looked at them.

“Fuck..” he muttered slowly. He was sure to get hell for this. But he was only trying to help.

Maybe Ace would understand. He did find some evidence on what could have killed his father. He looked down at the stone that was in the plastic bag. He had never seen a stone like that before. Maybe Cassie had.

The group stopped, Damian holding out his arm and signalling the group to stop.

"That's our guy." Damian announced, lowering his arm. Ace looked over, noticing the familiar head of brown hair.

"Floyd!" The young king yelled, running over to the much taller man, wrapping his arms around him

"You-you-" He said almost in a whisper, before pushing Floyd away slightly before taking him by his ear so they where eye level, "You filho da puta! You had me worried sick! NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!" He screamed in the taller boys face, only to bring him into a tight hug.

"I was worried sick you idiota." he murmured, holding him tighter.

Floyd was startled the whole time by the younger boys attitude. “Jesus, Ace, I’m fine. I just wanted to check some things out.”

He hugged the younger boy back loosely, bring careful not to touch him with the bag, just in case. “Let’s just go back, and I can tell you what I found.”

He let Ace go and adjusted the bandana that was put over his mouth. He walked with the boy back to the group, his posture stiff.

The blue eye'd boy followed, relieved that his best-and probably only-friend was indeed alive.

Damian silently saluted his king and Commander, the rest of the group copying him.

"Honestly Floyd, you had me worried sick! I thought you where dead! And before I showed you my new tattoo!" he exclaimed, tugging at his sleeve so that it reached his elbow.

A small inked daisy sat on his arm, the flowers almost reaching his wrist. He smiled at the simple outline of it, it was very basic, sure, but it was something that he held very dear.

"I sat in my fathers office, looking at the flower and decided I wanted to remember it forever, so that's what I got done!" He said, voice quiet, becoming shy, a few strands of his golden hair falling into his face as he walked in step with the much taller reaper.

"So, what did you want to show me?" He asked, voice full of curiosity.

Floyd looked at his wrist and chuckled, shaking his head. “Looks good,” he commented. “And it’s this.”

He showed him the strange rock that was still in the bag, but he wasn’t about to let him even touch the bag.

“I found it at the, er, spot. They were right, the dirt or air was clean, but this thing is completely lethal. I really hope it’s fine in this bag and that it can’t seep through my glove..” He said, trailing off.

They got back inside and Floyd still held onto the bag. “I was going to get it to Cassie so she could run some tests on it.”

"What the actual fuck…" he questioned, narrowing his eyes at the stone, tilting his head to the side, "You tell Cassie to be careful with that thing..she may be good, but we don't know what that is…" he said, worried for the health of his friends.

"I wonder if it is some kind of technology from the pre-war era…or something like that." He said, lost in thought, "I read something about large moving houses, they flew up in the sky and lots of people would get on! Maybe it's part of that..I think it was called a Hairplane? Something like that…" He said, more whispering to himself than sharing his idea out loud.

(Okay but i asked my sister for help on this and she joked about people from the past hearing about airplanes and was like what if they where all like yo hairplane? you high bro? and it just made me laugh XDD)

(Lmaooo)

Floyd shrugged his shoulder. “I’m not much of a history person, so I’ll yake your word for it. I’ll be down in the lab if you need me, yeah?”

He messed up the shorter boy’s hair with his hand affectionately, before turning on his heel and starting back down the hallway.

Before Ace could get a sentence out of his mouth, attempting to fix his hair while watching Floyd make his way to the lab. Shaking his head, he turned, walking to his fathers large office, where a large stack of paperwork sat waiting to be read and signed all by the next day.

When he got to the office he sat down at his father's- no, his- desk, taking a black pen and getting comfortable, it would be a long night.

After a few hours of reading and writing, he ended up falling asleep, his head resting uncomfortably on the desktop, his arms curled around himself as he shivered slightly, stressed with how much work he still had to do even in his dreams.

Floyd had fallen asleep as well, but in his own bed. When it was morning, he woke up, yawning as he stretched. He could smell things cooking in the kitchen, and felt extremely greatful. Sure, they didn’t have much money, but at least they were together.

He got out of bed, his hair messy. He walked downstairs in just a pair of basketball shorts, making his way into the kitchen. “What’s for break-“ he stopped suddenly, surprised to see his brother, Nick, cooking and not his sister.

“You can cook?” He questioned.

“I’m trying. Hope you’re fine if your eggs may possibly be a bit burnt,” Nick responded, chuckling.

“Bastard,” Floyd said, jabbing the taller mans arm with his elbow.

Abana yawned. Yesterday was so confusing. She washed her face, and made some tea.

Ace lay still in his new office, blind to the fact he was only asleep he began to wiggle around, images –of his father taking his last breath terrifying him. His fathers crackling voice repeating his last words, tears poured from the newly-crowned-king's blue eyes, whimpers spilling from his throat before he shot up, heart pounding in his chest. Wiping his eyes, he got up, walking down the hallways into the library, sitting down and staring into the fire, his eyes puffy and face red.

Shit

he thought, staring into the fire,

I still have paperwork to do.

(Imma go to bed now, so goodnight my dudes! I get home at around three tomorrow so yeah I will probably get my homework done and then I will be on for sure.)

After eating breakfast and getting changed, Floyd walked to the castle. He wanted to see how Cassie was doing with the rock, but he also wanted to see how Ace was doing. He imagined that it must have been a big change, becoming a King that fast.

He went down to the lab where Cassie was, and noticed that she looked extremely tired. “Cassie, did you stay here all night?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.. I can’t figure this thing out. I’ve never seen any of these materials that it is made out of!” She complained in a frustrated tone, holding her head in her hands.

“Alright, come on. Time for a break. I’m going to go checkup on Ace, then we can go out to get something to eat, okay?”

The shorter girl nodded and smiled thankfully. Floyd left her to finish some things up and went to go find Ace.

Abana walked to the lab. She did a few things there when not protecting the king. Actually, she worked in the Biology and Medicine center.

Floyd explored the halls for around ten minutes, attempting to find Ace. He slipped into the library and saw the boy slouched in the chair.

He went up behind the chair and leaned against the back of it. “You okay?” He asked, peering down at his shorter friend.

Ace jumped a bit, snapping out of his trance-like state, his face was pale, and his head pounding in time with his heart.

"Yeah, I'm fine..I just..didn't get a lot of sleep last night with all the paperwork and I guess I'm just a little off.." he murmured, avoiding eye contact with Floyd.

"How are you doing? Any good news regarding the sample you found above ground yesterday?" he asked, running his hand down his face, attempting to sound more in focus than he actually was.

Floyd rested a hand on Ace’s shoulder. “I’m fine, and Cassie hasn’t said anything yet. She has no idea what it is. But that’s not what I came to talk about..”

He let go of his shoulder and moved in front of his friend, crouching down to be closer to eye level. “Seriously, you should really get out of here. Get something to eat, get some rest. I’m taking Cassie to lunch, you should come. It might help to get out for a bit.”