"So we're going to do this the hard way?" I smirked, cornering the man in some dark alley. Life has been quite hard lately, ever since the war about three years ago. Because of The Deceased War its been a "man for himself" world out there. The man snickered at me and held out a revolver, pointing it at my head. I though was not scared. I have seen a lot worse when I was little. By worse I mean, I saw my mother get gunned down and I don't know what happened to my father or my brother. "Come on girl! Move it!" He yelled and I laughed a bit. "Gladly." I reached for the leather strap on my back and pulled out, what seemed to him, just a metal bar. However, it was different. For you see, I am an engineer. Before the war, I worked with my father and sadly my teaching is going into something more sinister. With one flick of a small switch, the metal bar turned into a sythe, the blade the color of crimson. "W-wait! Don't tell me you're the-" I swung the weapon of death and decapitated the man. I stood with my foot on his chest, Watching the scarlet blood stream out of the lifeless body. "Red Reaper. Don't over use it." I then grasped his arm, ripped it away, retracted my scythe. I sighed "Just when you think humanity couldn't stoop any lower." I took one last glimpse at the victim to my blade. I have hunted down today's meal.

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