"...So if you think you can fuck me like this, you better let me go before I fuck you in a different way later."
The Reaper stood motionless as Travis struggled in vein to threaten him. Once Travis was done talking he let out a subtle laugh and leaned forward, gripping the arms of the chair. With their faces mere inches away he looked directly into Travis' eyes and spoke, "So you'd rather people know an old man took you out? You're just as pathetic as you ever were. Like when you pissed your pants in front of Azrael's enforcers a few months back. Remember that? Remember how your balls felt when he held them in a vice? You thought you were going to die that day." He moved in closer. "You've been hiding from the Reaper ever since that day. Hiding like a pants-shitting child afraid of the big bad wolf. Well guess what Travis, the wolf's found you... and it's fucking hungry." He held the stare for several moments before taking a few steps back, grabbing an iron chair from behind and placing it down in front of him.
The Reaper sat down backwards on the chair, his arms crossed along the top of the chair's back, "That's an interesting take on the riots by the way. You come up with all that bullshit by yourself or has sucking the wardens' cocks for the last three months enlightened you to this fabricated truth? Let me tell you a little something about the riots: they were planned." The Reaper glanced back at Aggie before continuing, "Col. Lee Jin-Oh, the Commander-in-Chief of this piece of shit hole-in-the-ground, he had the whole thing planned for a long, long time. You see, the Pit had been run by gangs for decades and there were many among the wardens who helped facilitate that power structure. Lee rightfully believed that gang-law was not to be tolerated and that something needed to be done. So what did he do?" Reaper paused for a moment, got out of the chair and turned away from the two of them.
Images of the chapel rushed back to him. The dead wardens. The screaming girl.
The devil himself.
"He turned this place into a slaughterhouse."
He stood there in silence for several moments before he continued. He moved across the room at a slow pace now, "Everyone killed everyone. Men, women, children. Innocents, wardens, murderers, rapists and everything in-between. You didn't kill shit, Travis. The Dog killed Oprhan. The Dog killed Azrael and Harris. He could have killed you too, but he didn't. You got a second chance."
The Reaper began walking towards him again, "And that's why we're here today, Travis. We're here for your second chance." He stood in front of him once more, his shadow looming over Travis' shrinking form, "Not too long ago I had your life in the palm of my hand. There were many instances where I could have snuffed you out had you overstepped your bounds. But I chose not to. You've killed a few men since then. That blood is now on my hands."
The Reaper reached for the back of his waistband and produced a pistol. He held the cold barrel against Travis' forehead. In an unsympathetic, almost robotic voice he spoke, "Please, Travis. Don't make me do it. Pulling this trigger would be so easy. It would be so easy to take your life and be done with it. But, I am no longer a hired killer. I choose who I kill myself now, so... If I let you go knowing you won't harm another soul then I will have clean hands. If I let you go and you choose to kill, well, those deaths and your own will be on me."
The Reaper pressed the barrel hard against his skull forcing his head against the back of the chair, "So, you think I should just play it safe, cut my losses and kill you now? That'd only be one more soul I've claimed for the assurance that you'll add no more to my sins. Seems like a fair trade to me. Another year-or-so in Purgatory. I can handle that."
He looked back at Aggie for a moment and slowly moved the pistol down to Travis' crotch before meeting his gaze again, "Or is it rape I should be worried about? A tormented soul is no better to me than a murdered one. Perhaps I should be more worried about your dick," The Reaper cocked the hammer on the pistol and he shoved it against Travis' pelvis. "You don't need it, do you?"
The Reaper stood motionless as Travis struggled in vein to threaten him. Once Travis was done talking he let out a subtle laugh and leaned forward, gripping the arms of the chair. With their faces mere inches away he looked directly into Travis' eyes and spoke, "So you'd rather people know an old man took you out? You're just as pathetic as you ever were. Like when you pissed your pants in front of Azrael's enforcers a few months back. Remember that? Remember how your balls felt when he held them in a vice? You thought you were going to die that day." He moved in closer. "You've been hiding from the Reaper ever since that day. Hiding like a pants-shitting child afraid of the big bad wolf. Well guess what Travis, the wolf's found you... and it's fucking hungry." He held the stare for several moments before taking a few steps back, grabbing an iron chair from behind and placing it down in front of him.
The Reaper sat down backwards on the chair, his arms crossed along the top of the chair's back, "That's an interesting take on the riots by the way. You come up with all that bullshit by yourself or has sucking the wardens' cocks for the last three months enlightened you to this fabricated truth? Let me tell you a little something about the riots: they were planned." The Reaper glanced back at Aggie before continuing, "Col. Lee Jin-Oh, the Commander-in-Chief of this piece of shit hole-in-the-ground, he had the whole thing planned for a long, long time. You see, the Pit had been run by gangs for decades and there were many among the wardens who helped facilitate that power structure. Lee rightfully believed that gang-law was not to be tolerated and that something needed to be done. So what did he do?" Reaper paused for a moment, got out of the chair and turned away from the two of them.
Images of the chapel rushed back to him. The dead wardens. The screaming girl.
The devil himself.
"He turned this place into a slaughterhouse."
He stood there in silence for several moments before he continued. He moved across the room at a slow pace now, "Everyone killed everyone. Men, women, children. Innocents, wardens, murderers, rapists and everything in-between. You didn't kill shit, Travis. The Dog killed Oprhan. The Dog killed Azrael and Harris. He could have killed you too, but he didn't. You got a second chance."
The Reaper began walking towards him again, "And that's why we're here today, Travis. We're here for your second chance." He stood in front of him once more, his shadow looming over Travis' shrinking form, "Not too long ago I had your life in the palm of my hand. There were many instances where I could have snuffed you out had you overstepped your bounds. But I chose not to. You've killed a few men since then. That blood is now on my hands."
The Reaper reached for the back of his waistband and produced a pistol. He held the cold barrel against Travis' forehead. In an unsympathetic, almost robotic voice he spoke, "Please, Travis. Don't make me do it. Pulling this trigger would be so easy. It would be so easy to take your life and be done with it. But, I am no longer a hired killer. I choose who I kill myself now, so... If I let you go knowing you won't harm another soul then I will have clean hands. If I let you go and you choose to kill, well, those deaths and your own will be on me."
The Reaper pressed the barrel hard against his skull forcing his head against the back of the chair, "So, you think I should just play it safe, cut my losses and kill you now? That'd only be one more soul I've claimed for the assurance that you'll add no more to my sins. Seems like a fair trade to me. Another year-or-so in Purgatory. I can handle that."
He looked back at Aggie for a moment and slowly moved the pistol down to Travis' crotch before meeting his gaze again, "Or is it rape I should be worried about? A tormented soul is no better to me than a murdered one. Perhaps I should be more worried about your dick," The Reaper cocked the hammer on the pistol and he shoved it against Travis' pelvis. "You don't need it, do you?"