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knees, but then she was flat in the mud again.
    The Reaper had recovered enough that he
could grab her leg and yank her back. Struggling against the
strength of the Reaper, she forced herself to scoot forward. Just.
Another. Inch.
    Got it.
    “Come on, you little bitch.” The Reaper
knelt over the top of her and forced her to roll over onto her
back.
    “Fuck off, asshole,” she screamed in his
face, then spit some of the rain away from her lips. His neck was
still bleeding. His wound was worse than Lucy’s had been, but
probably not deadly.
    “Shut up.” His fingers crept around until
they were grasping her throat. She felt his grip tighten, digging
into her windpipe.
    She coughed and looked into his empty,
unfeeling eyes. It was then she knew that he was going to kill her
if she didn’t do something.
    “What are you going to do now, huh?” The
Reaper continued to taunt her, enjoying the sight of her impending
death.
    “This!” Hannah managed to shout as she
thrust her right hand upward.
    The Reapers grip loosened and his eyes
widened with shock. Still straddling her, he looked down at his
chest and saw Hannah’s knife protruding from his rib cage. “You
fucking bitch,” he moaned, but didn’t reach down to take it
out.
    Hannah crawled backward, scooting herself
through the mud. When she felt she was a safe distance away from
him, she stood and searched the ground for her other knife. The
glint of silver appeared through mud. She hurried over and grabbed
it just as the Reaper fell to the side.
    Blood appeared between his lips and his
hands wrapped around the handle of the knife. Hannah had slid the
blade up between his ribs at an angle that would have pierced the
lungs and hopefully the heart.
    “They are here,” he whispered. “We are
everywhere.”
    Hannah didn’t reply, she only watched as his
eyes glazed over with the hollow look only death could cause.
    “Oh, fuck,” she whispered, looking down at
the body of the Reaper. “Damn it.”
    You have to get out of here Hannah.
Go! Her inner voice was yelling at her, but she couldn’t seem
to look away. This was the first time she had killed anyone, even a
Reaper.
    Slowly, she crept toward him, expecting him
to leap for her at any moment. When she was sure that he wasn’t
going to magically come back to life, she wrapped her fingers
around the handle and grasped it tightly before pulling it out of
the dead Reapers body.
    Go, Hannah!
    She turned and ran back to her car as fast
as she could, first checking to make sure that no one was outside
the community center. She couldn’t have anyone seeing her like
this. Oh fuck, she had to take care of the body now.
    While she pulled out of the community
center’s parking lot, soaking wet, shivering and covered with mud,
she pulled out her phone and called her sister.
    “Hello?”
    “Lucy?”
    “Duh, you called me.”
    “Lucy. I need help … you guys have to get
here right now.” She couldn’t stop shivering. It was so freaking
cold.
    “Hannah, what happened?”
    “Luce, I killed a Reaper. I need help right now .”
    “I’m coming … we’re coming. Call the
others,” Lucy ordered and then she clicked off.
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    2
    DAVID

     
    Detective, David Foster wished that he could
hit the gas and keep right on going.
    He had been wishing that a lot lately, but
this time was different. This time, the case was in a little hick
town called Summer Hollow … his hometown.
    The engine of his 68 Chevelle rumbled as if
she knew his lead foot was itching. “Not now, baby,” he soothed
her. “We have a case to check out.”
    It had been so long since he had been back
to town and nothing appeared to be much different than when he
left. There was still only one stop light. Everyone still smiled or
nodded when they passed each other on the sidewalks. Kids on summer
break still gathered at the pool and the 24-hour store. The lady
who ran the hot dog cart still occupied the corner diagonal of the
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