Garret Marston
Garret flexed his grip on the cricket bat he held in his right hand. He could feel the weight of the thick wooden club, a feeling of nostalgia crept into his mind. He was going to need He wondered if one of his previous lives had been in a similar situation. He looked down at his arms and chest to see a few large cuts in is clothing and a bit of blood staining the plaid button up. He was going to need a new work shirt, or maybe he should just learn how to sew. “Reaper….” a raspy voice hissed, pulling his attention away from himself. He looked up to see the skinny looking humanoid creature that stood just over ten feet away. It was lanky an skinny, anemic looking. Its bone structure could easily be seen under it’s pale skin and its head was hairless and alien looking, without a nose.
“Reaper……your going to die….” It goaded him, bringing its large claws up to its face. Opening it mouth, small pointed teeth could be seen sticking out of its gums. A long pale tong slithered its way out of the demon’s maw and licked along the length of one the bladed fingers. Garret frowned at the display, this thing just loved to waste time. Ever since he had spotted it, trying to pray on a sleeping bum, it mostly fled from him. Though hit had succeed in ambushing him a few times, hence the rapidly healing wounds on his body. He had finally cornered it in this open lot. Lucky for Garret, as it hadn’t yet been paved over and was covered in a soft soil and grass. Garret reasoned that this particular demon must not be very smart.
He twisted his foot, feeling a slight vibration as his shoe and the ground rubbed against each other. It reminded him of the batters plate. He missed that feeling, the cheers of the crowd behind him. The white lights bearing down on him from all sides. The daggered stare coming from the pitcher. The soft grin on his face, beaming with confidence. He was there, back up on the plate, ready to hit one out of the park. He locked eyes with the demon, giving it a gaze that obviously said “Bring it on.” He lifted up his left hand and pointed up into the sky, grinning boldly “Home run.” The demon let a screech. “I‘m going to kill you reaper!” It charged toward Garret.
Garret quickly took his batting stance, gripping the handle strongly with both hands. The demon charged, its claws raised out to either side of it. As it drew close, Garret lifted up his left foot in preparation to swing. He slammed his foot down into the ground sending a small shock-wave forward through the earth, then swung hard forward. The small shock-wave caught the demon off balance, causing it to stumble head first forward at Garret. Garret followed the rounded head with his eyes bat singing forward toward it. Grass roots shot up and grabbed the foot of the demon, causing it to fall toward Garret’s right side. It’s head flew forward, then the edge of the bat connected squarely and smashing it’s face in. Garret felt the impact ripple through the bat, but he easily followed through with the swing.
The demon’s head flew backwards followed swiftly by its body. It flew a few feet backward before landing on its back in the dirt and grass. Garret, who had finished the swing beautifully, froze in the position for a short moment. The crowd roared and he saw the ball fly up into the black sky. When he finished he laid the bat, now in his left hand, across his shoulder. He walked slowly over to the demon and looked down at it. Head caved in and neck bent in a strange fashion, he had no doubt in his mind that the creature was dead. He put his foot on the chest of the creature, pushing downward. The ground pulled it downward, absorbing the corpse and soon it was fully buried. Staring down at the ground for a moment, he let out a large yawn. Well, I guess that’s the end to a good nights work. He thought confidently. He turned around slowly and began the long walk home.