THE SKULL REAPER

They had killed her people. The white men. Taken everything from her. Taken away her home. Butchered her people. Killed her friends and family. As if these things weren't enough, they took the loyal of the man she loved. John Smith had let them kill her people.

Her land was not free anymore. Her betrothed, Kocoum was dead. Her best friend, Nakoma was dead. John Smith betrayed her. Everything she cared about was taken away except three things.

One: She still had Meeko, her dear friend. A raccoon. Two: She had Grandmother Willow. She would guide her. Three: She had revenge.

They must pay, she thought as she climbed her way to Grandmother Willow with Meeko on her shoulders. When she arrived, she sank into her knees beside Grandmother Willow. "Grandmother, the white men killed everything." Pocahontas whispered darkly as she talked all about it happened. Each second, Grandmother Willow got darker and darker.

When she was done, Willow told her what had to be done. Pocahontas agreed with a dark, mocking half smile plastered on her face.

She walked into the white men village at night and waited till Grandmother Willow set the houses on fire. It become chaos and panic. It sounded sweet in Pocahontas' ears. She walked up straight to John Ratcliffe's tent the first thing. Meeko jumped from Pocahontas' shoulders and jumped on Ratcliffe's dog. With Meeko's sharp teeth, he ate the dog slowly - slow enough that they heard whimpering in pain minutes before he died.

Ratcliffe watched in horror as his dog was being munched on slowly. Pocahontas waited until the dog took its last breath before turning on him.

She then tied him down as she skinned him alive. With a large knife, she peeled a layer of skin then another and another. Pocahontas did not know which is more satisfying - hearing his skin peeling over and again or his blood-curdling cries.

John Smith, outside the tent with a group of men, heard Ratcliffe's cries. His stomach was tied in knots in terror. John Smith did not know who is torturing his captain. He did not stop it in terror whoever is in the tent doing whatever disturbing things.

He has to find to Pocahontas, through. The woman he loved dearly had fled after Ratcliffe gave the order to butcher her people. To his horror, he had stood there as the woman he loved screamed and screamed for help. John Smith could not move as his captain gave the order. Afterward, he felt terrible.

As if Mel Gibson - John's friend who killed Kocoum - was reading his mind, he said "We have to find Pocahontas." The other men agreed. "Where do we start?" One of the men asked. John Smith knew where she would be at this time. Grandmother Willow.

As John Smith and the other men were ready to go to find Pocahontas, they heard Racliffe's tent unzipping. John Smith froze for a second before taking his gun out. The men followed the suit. John Smith took a deep breath, preparing for the monster that made the coldest heart in the world scream like that.

A dark skinned woman stepped out. She was coated in blood. A raccoon was sitting on her shoulders. The raccoon had its teeth bared - blood shining against the moon in the night. The woman's hands was holding something . . . a skull. Ratcliffe's head! Or what's left of it. The eyes and the skin was gone. It was perfect. No blood. Its read was round. John Smith then looked into the monster's eyes.

John Smith recoiled with horror as he realized it was the woman he loved.

"Pocahontas. . ." John whispered. What had become of this woman? She was kind. She was the one who welcomed him - only him when no one did. The one who loved him with her whole heart. The one who made his heart swell. The one who he had fallen in love with.

The woman he knew and loved was gone.

There is nothing humanity left in the woman. Because of it, she has become a monster.

Pocahonatos opened her mouth and the voice that came out was hoarse, low and sinister.

"You're next, John Smith."

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John Smith was tortured in an intolerable and unbearable way. His body was left in strips. His head was gone. Peeled skin and one pair of eyes was also found.

Pocahontas kept John Racliffe and John Smith skulls as trophies for the rest of her life. Left broken and alone, she spent her life killing the white men who invaded the land. She cut their heads off and peeled the skin off until a skull was left. She kept a collection of skulls - hundreds of them. The only skulls she kept to her belt is Racliffe who gave the order to butcher her people and John Smith - the man who once loved her and betrayed her.

When she died at the hands of white man, she was given the title of the Skull Reaper.