Disclaimer: I don't own Reaper unfortunately.
Note: The last chapter! :'( Don't worry though people; I plan on writing a sequel. I'll call it, Nature Over Nurture. I'll give you its summary at the end of this chapter. Why? Because I can.
I looked at Andi with a confused look on my face and I knew for some reason that she was the real Andi, not a fake dream one. "What are we doing here?" I asked her.
She looked away from my face and to her bare feet. I felt that she knew the answer to the question. Whether or not she wanted to tell me, however, I didn't know. I heard her sigh deeply. "This is where Seth always takes me," she replied slowly then looked back at my face. Nervousness was written all over her face.
"Who's Seth?" I asked her slowly and carefully. I had a bad feeling.
Andi shrugged her shoulders, still looking unsure. "He has been coming into my dreams ever since you told me about Taylor at work. He keeps telling me that you'll be fine and that he has everything taken care of," she told me, looking and sounding less nervous now. I noticed how she got around the question.
Biting my lip, I remembered Taylor telling me that one of his brothers had asked him to enter my dreams and help me. Maybe Seth is the brother he was talking about, I thought. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?" I said, feeling surprised. This wasn't something that Andi would keep from me.
"He told me that I shouldn't tell you. That it would only make you nervous," she answered simply, with an apologetic face. I released my lip and sighed. She has been acting weirdly lately. Maybe this is the reason, I thought.
I glanced around the movie theater, half expecting to see Seth behind the snack counter or standing in a corner. After only about a half a minute of looking, I figured he wasn't here until… "Hi guys," I heard a man's voice say behind me. I jumped.
"Wow. You startle easily," I heard him say calmly. I turned around and saw a man of about 31 years, roughly six feet tall, with sandy blond hair and light brown eyes. He was dressed nicely too, not in a suit like the Devil though. He just had on a pair of dark brown slacks, a tie, and a white collared shirt. What had my attention however, was the black leather strap that was across his chest. What it was holding, I couldn't see yet because it was completely shielded by his back.
The man looked down at me, with a small smirk on his face. "Hi Sam," he said in an amused tone and held his hand out to me. "I'm Taylor's brother, Seth," he told me smoothly.
I took his hand and shook it slowly. "Which one are you?" I asked him then let go.
"The first one," I heard Andi say beside me. I turned to her.
"Which one is that?" I said.
Her face looked blank for a moment. "Conquest," Seth answered. I turned my head back over to him. Conquest… I thought as I tried to rack my brain. What does that mean?
Seth rolled his eyes. "It's basically means taking over other countries," he said as if he knew what I was thinking. I hope not.
"So… Why did you bring Andi and me here?" I asked him, starting to feel irritated.
Seth smirked. "Three reasons," he told me smoothly and held up three fingers. "One," he put a finger down, "I wanted to say hi to both of you. I've been lonely lately. Two," he put another finger down so only his thumb was still up, "I thought I would tell you Sam: Yes, I'm the one who asked Taylor. And lastly," he put his thumb down, "it's because I decided that I'm going to be a courteous person today and give you a… heads up," he said to us.
I glance over at Andi, hoping she knew what he was talking about. However, she looked back at me with about as much confusion in her eyes as I felt. "A warning?" I asked Seth with a cocked eyebrow.
He nodded, trying to fight a smug look on his face. "Sure, if that's what you want to call it," he said. "Anyway, I just wanted to say that you'll be seeing a lot more of me," he told me slowly, "and not necessarily in your dreams."
"What?" I asked him, feeling extremely confused now.
Seth sighed and walked to my right and leaned onto the snake counter. I could finally see what was strapped to Seth's back. A rifle. "Sam," he said in an almost irritated tone. "I've been bored lately," he told me. "I haven't had anything very interesting to do since Hitler committed suicide. Sure, I have had little jobs to do every now and again, but nothing serious. Do you have any idea how much day time television I've watched?" he said then shivered. "So, I'm taking a special interest in you for reasons I'm sure you already know," Seth told me with a mischievous grin.
I felt my stomach turn. "I'm not going to let anyone change me into something I don't want to be," I told him firmly, surprising myself with my sudden burst of courage.
Seth snorted. "That's what Napoleon told me," he said and rolled his eyes. "Well, I better let you two wake up," he said as he glanced over at Andi then gave her a small smile. "You don't want to be late for work."
I woke up and saw Sock jumping up and down on his knees on the foot of my bed. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy! WAKE UP!" he yelled.
"What the hell?" I said and sat up.
"I thought you were going to sleep in," Sock said to me. "Well, you can't do that today. That's for tomorrow morning, after you come willingly to the Brickhouse. If you don't come willingly, we'll discuss that later," he said then got off my bed.
I grinned, remembering Sock's comment from yesterday. "I'll come willingly, don't worry," I said and got out of my bed.
"That's $5.68," I told the blond haired woman customer. She nodded and handed me the exact amount of cash. "Thank you, come again," I said to her as she walked away with the item she had bought.
"Wow. Somebody is polite today," I heard someone say to my right. I turned my head to see the Devil standing in front of the conveyor.
I sighed and glanced up at the ceiling. "What do you want?" I asked him, not bothering to hide my irritation.
"Hmm, I stand corrected," he said and walked over so he was in front of me. "I just wanted to tell you did a good job at capturing Lincoln's assassin… for a lefty," he said with a smirk then tossed a TV cable on the conveyor. I squinted as I tried not to think why he wanted one and rang him up.
"Thank you," he said to me with a mischievous grin and started to walk away. As he walked to the end of the lane, he stopped and turned his head. "Good luck," he added and walked out of the building.
Eek, it's done! Well, I better go through with my promise and give you the summary for the sequel. See, I can be a nice person…
Sequel to Amends. Problems emerge when Sam is being terrorized by vivid and realistic nightmares of an archangel and an unknown character fighting over his life. Shortly after, life-threatening things start to happen around him and he finds out that Morgan has escaped from Hell.
Hmm, how does it sound? Will you read it?