Crime scene

It was midnight when Nigel heard the vibrations coming from the phone he kept near the lamp, he opened his eyes and saw the screen lit and a message notification on it.

He picked up the phone and saw the number that had messages and him and frowned at it.

He does not know he would send him a message state at night. He opened the message with the thought that it must be something important because the man did not call him unless it was urgent.

As soon as he opened the message, he received the shock of his life. In the message was a photo of the head of the man whose phone was used to text him. The head was placed on a table without his eye and a dagger plunged into his mouth with blood dripping from the empty sockets and neck that were with a body.

A message was written below the photo with the caption 'WATCH YOUR BACK, NIGEL,'

He threw the phone away immediately hitting the wall and catering to pieces. The sound of it hitting the wall was heard from outside and the guards that were standing inside his room did not know whether they should come in and check up on him or not.

The sleep that was finally locating him slipped away, so far away that he was sure he would not be able to sleep for the next couple of days. Somewhere deep down he vaguely guessed who was responsible for it but he still found it hard to believe.

Knowing her for so long, she was not someone who could do something like that. Not even to hire someone to do it.

The door opened and revealed a guard who had gained the courage to check up on him. Without seeing who it was, Nigel picked a gun from under his pillow and pointed it at him ready to pull the trigger. Before he could pull the trigger, the guard raised his hands in the air and Nigel finally took notice of who had entered his room.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in irritation without dropping the gun.

"We heard the sound of something breaking and I thought to see if everything was alright, sir." The guard said taking backward steps before the man decided to shoot him.

"Get out," Nigel ordered. The guard didn't need to be told twice as he immediately found his way out of the room.

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At Reaper's mansion, Natasha appeared inside her room. The look in her eyes was dazed. She stood in one place for more than five minutes without moving. She shook her head many times as if trying to shake off the invisible smoke around her

After a while, she moved toward the bed took off the cloak that she wore, and looked around the room that she was in. She looked like she did not know how she got and her body just did the things it did on its own.

The memory of what had happened in the club rushed to her and she could not believe how she killed him so mercilessly without looking away or blinking even for a moment.

She turned in the lights hurried to where the mirror was and stared at herself. There was dried blood smeared on her face and on her hands. Natasha could not believe the image that stared back at her right now. She never thought that she could ever do something so sinister and with such accuracy as she had done many times before.

Was this what Reaper meant by bringing out the darkness inside her? She asked herself. Natasha did not know how to digest what she was seeing and the images that kept flashing across her face. Surfacing like they were there to remind her of what she had done.

"Was this what you meant?" She asked seeing the cloaked figure of the Grim Reaper standing behind her in the mirror.

Reaper held her chin with his bony fingers and made her look at herself in the mirror. "Yes," He said to her. "This is what I meant." He said again and Natasha noticed that his voice, though sending shivers down her spine, came as a whisper each time he was in this form and more humane in his human appearance.

"I didn't know I could do something like that." She said, still looking at the mirror with the Reaper's hand holding her chin and some of his fingers resting on her cheek.

"That was why I did it." Came his reply to her words. "You are mine, Natasha, and you will do as you have promised." His other hand came to circle her waist.

"I know," Natasha said now looking at him through the mirror. "And I will."

"Good girl." He praised her.

"Where were you?" She asked him. He looked at her through the mirror, their gaze locking on each other.

"At the club. You did not take his soul." He replied to her.

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Inside the strip club, the girl who earlier gave into the room and was sent back reentered the room. The lights had been turned off. She searched for the light switch without closing the door and found it shortly.

A loud and shrill scream escaped from her garnering the attention of those who were just outside the room behind her. Some of the people came to peek into the private booth and see what had made the stripper scream in such horror. Some of those who saw what was inside could not help but scream in a note even higher than that of the stripper girl.

The commotion soon drew the attention of many and some of them took out their phones and started taking pictures of the scene inside the booth and posting them online which frees the attention of the Ariz City police department.

Soon the cops arrived along with the media to take a look at the grotesque scene inside the club. The club was closed down for the night and was declared a crime scene.

The stripper girl who saw the scene of the murder along with some of those who are with her was taken for questioning. Their testimony is the same leaving the police in a tight and frustrating position with nowhere to go ahead with the case.

The stripper girl was too scared to tell them of the cloaked figure she had seen inside that had asked her to leave. She was grateful enough that whoever that was did not kill her along with him and did not want him coming after her because she told on him.