A muffled scream heard in the distance, rain pounding above him as he woke. Did
Johnathan falls asleep outside. Why was it so dark? What was this covering him, was this dirt?
Johnathan reaches up to his face and smell the musk of decay and dirt. Johnathan cough. Trying to stand Johnathan found himself confined into a box, a casket? Johnathan freak, rocking himself trying reach up to the roof of his cell, his arms ache. Must be from Rigor Mortis, but that would mean that Johnathan had to have died. As Johnathan struggled to escape Johnathan felt
something slimy slide across his legs, the lid of the casket breaks and earth fills his coffin.
Johnathan felt warmth, as he began to dig his way out of the grave never once realizing that Johnathan had not taken a breath. Finally, his hands break through and Johnathan pull himself out of the warm yet wet earth. After his eyes adjusted to light the first time, they have been used in who knows how long Johnathan look around his grave, the ground was wet and slimy, like a cemetery in Louisiana.
He noticed a pool of water nearby and immediately began crawl over to it, but before he moved too far, something hissed behind him. Johnathan turned to face the noise and saw a monstrous creature unlike anything he had ever seen, facing him. it was like a mixture of a Giant Worm and a Cobra, this monstrous creature's body had come from the grave Johnathan pulled himself out of. It had to have been the thing that crawled across his legs, Johnathan crouched into a position bracing to leap out of the way just in case its bite was venomous. it followed his motions with its black empty eyes. And then lightning flashed over head as it lashed at me. Johnathan rolled
aside quickly, a feral growl on his lips. it hurt to move his muscles still, but his movement was getting better and more fluid. That is Right, he had been a fighter once.
The monster struck again, hitting his arm. The pain was paralyzing; it took a few seconds
to realize what was happening to him. His arm was paralyzed, Johnathan tried as hard as he could to move it but to no avail, then the beast struck again. This time Johnathan was ready for it, he rolled out of the way trying to ignore the pain in his right arm. So, when the beast came forward Johnathan kicked it hard in the head, trying to prevent another strike. Johnathan heard the crack of the Snake's jaw, as it came crashing down on top of him. Wrapping his legs around its neck to choke it, Johnathan realized it had a pulse so he twisted with all his might as
Johnathan heard a snap and the beast went limp.
Standing up from his kill, Johnathan let out a roar so bestial Johnathan saw rats scurry
away into their dank holes. Finally the adrenaline slowed and his arm began to move again. So
the effect was temporary? What the hell was that thing? Thinking to assess the damage his body has taken, Johnathan walked over to the pool of water no longer bothered by stiffness. When Johnathan stared down into the water; Johnathan was agape at what Johnathan saw had become of his face. Bruised and purplish in tone his skin looked like Johnathan had been in a serious boxing match and had lost.
"Horrifying Visage, isn't it?" A graveled voice spoke from behind me.
"Who are you?" turning to face his insulter, taken aback at the visage that stood before him. There stood before him, a terror that strikes the hearts of men and women alike. A cloaked
man, on a Pale Horse. it was the Specter known as the grim reaper, come for Johnathan.
Standing up tall and ready to fight. Johnathan walked up to the Reaper and did not even flinch when the horse reared its ugly head towards me and let out a snort.
"Come for me," Johnathan assumed? Johnathan spoke, barely letting out a shudder in fear. He must have seen him scared as his bony Visage seemed to smile as he looked at the man.
"No, Johnathan Kalderasha, Johnathan came to propose something beautifully fun to you. Help me and live or return to the cold embrace of death." He moved to dismount from his horse,
"help me down, will you? These bones are getting old." Johnathan offered his hand to the
creature and he took it with his bony fingers, Johnathan noticed for him being bones in a robe he
was immensely heavy and it took me a second to adjust to his weight.
"Thank you, in case you are wondering Johnathan, I am known as Charon, or as most call me Death." His eyes shown with a powerful sentience, like staring into the darkness and actually having it stare back at you.
"Your Death? The Pale horse rider?" Johnathan trembled a bit in the way, wondering how he should address him.
The Horsemen just laughed at him and smiled a toothy grin, walking with his scythe as a
walking stick over to the creature Johnathan had killed, checking it for life. Then it's body just decayed to ash at the old reaper's touch.
"Marvelous work with the Death Cobra, such a pity it didn't know you were the better
predator." He looked back at me and walked up, no longer needing the bladed staff for support.
Smiling he stared Johnathan over.
Johnathan began to feel uncomfortable and started to tremble as he inspected his muscles, as his bony hands felt for any stiffness.
"I must apologize for asking Death this, but what are you looking at me, for? Is there
something wrong?" Johnathan asked him to try to ascertain the answer Johnathan had for him.
Johnathan wanted to live of course, but work for death? That alone was a scary concept. But what choice did he have? Johnathan didn't want to return to the shadowy depths of lifelessness again.
"No, you actually are a prime specimen of Rebirth, usually when someone comes back, they are soulless Zombies or demonic aspects from hell, it's the first time, My boy, I had attempted it. Welcome Back!" he laughed at his own words and patted him hard on the
shoulders. Johnathan winced from the sting of the bones on his flesh.
"Wait this was your first time? Don't necromancer's worship you." As soon as he had said that he regretted it. Death's face turned bitter and the smile was gone, as if he said something absolutely forbidden.
"Don't get me confused for that hack of a con man, Baron Sandi. I had no reason to bring people back to life until now. Let's be off." The horseman walked as if he was on fire. Johnathan had to sprint to keep up, realizing that his muscles were much more responsive and that he did not need to breathe.
Stopping abruptly at a great gate, Death pounded the ground with his staff. The gates began to open, he immediately recognized the ruin of a city as his beloved Portland.
"What happened here?" Johnathan stepped forward through the gate.
"We did sadly, us horsemen." Death let out a sigh like he was breathing. "When you died it opened the final seal that allowed us four to ride. Destroying the world essentially. " Death kept moving towards what he remembered as being the Pearl district. Realizing that the Park blocks were the cemetery that they had just left.