Thread: The Reaping {Victor Kane & Enigma_x}

By the time it was 330 am, Eisenheim still stood amidst the darkness at the edge of the forest, hatching plans in his mind and studying the moving lines on the diary. The Plan could tell a lot to a Reaper about his victims future but Eva was a deviant and the lines only gave him a vague idea of her activities which made the task incredibly arduous for him. This is where his rank, skill and experience came in to play. Finally realizing he had been engulfed for too long, he looked up to see if the woman had gone or not. Indeed she had vanished to realms of sleep. This is where Eisenheims twisted mind decided to stroke his ego. He Eva was onto something but he was confident she would never actually find him or anything about the Bureau of Expiration. They were discrete and never left a trace. No literature existed about them. He quietly made his way to the blonde dames bedroom, silent as an assassin. Her room was dark and a bit cold. Eisenheim took a seat on a chair across from her bed and watched her sleep while his mind ran over ideas. Some would call this perverted stalking but he was never going to touch her for that was strictly against the rules. This was a way he displayed arrogance. A Reaper could never touch a deviant or kill her himself. He had to make it look like an accident at all costs. If only I could taint that pretty little skin of yours with blood myself. Ah the satisfaction it would give me. His crimson hues remained glued on her figure whilst she enjoyed a few hours of slumber. She would never know he was here nor would her coven. He was stealthy enough to make sure of that. Now and then, a few thoughts did run into his mind about twirling with her blond locks because she was indeed eye candy for grim eyes like his. He was sitting with one leg over the other, trench coat open to display a fancy suit underneath. The diary was open in his lap and soon something caught his eye. So youre going into town tomorrow.. this will be a good window of opportunity. Enjoy these few hours of sleep in blissful dreams Eva Whitbane. The man left at first light, silently as he came, leaving no trace. As the day passed noon, half of day one was over and the needle on the reapers eerie pocket watch was now betwixt seven and one. He had quietly been following the women around, walking like an average man who was dressed too formally with a bowler hat. The hat did attract some unwanted attention but wasnt something he was too worried about. For the people that saw him, he was just an ordinary man roaming around. Opportunity presented itself when Eva was enjoying her cigarette by the lamp post. Eisenheim was seated in a small caf across the street, holding a newspaper up to conceal his visage and make him look busy. However he was watching her closely and now was the chance for strike two. There you are He cooed out in low whisper and took a sip of the coffee he had ordered. Greenfield was a small town and it didnt have underground electricity. Instead it had the usual utility poles with messy high tension cables and transformers mounted on them. Once again the reaper opened the Plan and smirked in a sinister manner. The timing is perfect. Behind Eva there was a small building and on its balcony two people were carrying a large glass slab to replace an old one in a window. If it were to fall there was a high probability that it would fall on the blondes head and cut through her in a bloody mess. The injury would be fatal. However there was also the probability that it could hit something and shatter making the shards fall over her and only leave her with a few deep cuts and scratches. The odds were in Eisenheims favor, at least according to his calculations. Even if she did survive this little accident, it would be amusing for him to cause her a bit of pain. Now the only problem was how to make the men drop the glass. This is where the utility poles came in. Old utility poles had several problems and often transformers would trip or short circuit, causing a loud explosion. This was his distraction. He folded the newspaper neatly and took one last sip of his coffee whilst eyeing the blonde. Adjusting his hat, he snapped his fingers and bang! There was a loud explosion outside as sparks flew from the utility pole and the transformer mounted on it. This caught the attention of most of the people nearby as the silence had been shattered so brutally. This loud sound caught the men holding the glass by surprise, frightening one of them and making his grip loose. Alas, the glass slab slipped from his hand and fell down. The reapers eyes narrowed as he watched, time slowing down and his heart racing with excitement. This was it, mission accomplished. She was going to die in a freak accident. But was she really going to be subjected to another one of his petty tricks? He would know in a few seconds