Come Out, Come out, Wherever You Are

Jack took a breath and looked the human teenager over. He was hugging a book to his chest and staring at her through his too-large glasses with a respectable mix of fear and awe. That was a problem. He could see her. That definitely was not supposed to happen. The Reaper took another breath and lowered her scythe.

“Okay, you’re problem two on my list for today. But I need to go catch the first one before I can deal with you.”

He pulled himself to his feet and adjusted his glasses.

“The…the shadow, right? That’s what you need to catch?”

Jack scrubbed at her face.

“Of course, you can see that too. Of course. Okay, what’s your name, human? Clearly, I’m going to have to drag you with me until I catch my jailbird.”

He took a moment, shoving the book into a backpack.

“I’m Travis. Jailbird? Was that thing a prisoner?”

Jack didn’t answer. She was looking at the ground near the gate. There were indentations there, almost claw marks. That didn’t bode well for the human population near here. That meant this particular denizen of the afterlife had managed to regain a corporeal state already. Anything that could pull it off this quickly was going to manage quite a few other exceedingly more dangerous tricks, and fast.

“Yeah. And I’m the one that got the bounty. So, come on, nerd boy. You’re going to help me make sure it comes home with me and not too many humans have to die in the process.”

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