The Onyx Reapers

Floyd shut the closet and made his way back to the bed. “At least you got a pet, you know what we had? We had plants, Nick is allergic to anything that seems to have hair and breathes, no wonder girls avoid him,” he said, freely joking about his older brother.

Floyd laughed as he searched through a bed side table. “Yeah? Nick and I thought it was so lame, and we wanted to get rid of the plants. But Cassie threw a fit. I think that’s the only time she’s ever been agresssive, she gave me a pretty good bruise on my upper arm,” he said, laughing more.

Floyd shut the bed side table drawers. He then moved to get down on his stomach to look under the bed.

(Lmao, I feel the same sometimes)

Floyd arched a brow at his friends screaming, crouching on the ground, but a grin slowly formed. “Why, What are you hiding? It better not be a body, Ace. Is it a body? Because I don’t think I could be friends with a murderer.”

Floyd let out a whistle. “A murderous king, what does someone like that use, huh? A golden blade with a diamond encrusted hilt?” He questioned, going along with it. He knew that Ace couldn’t lie to him, it was obvious. He gave him a challenging grin as if to say ‘make me’ before moving at a gingerly pace to get on the floor.

Floyd grunted when his friend jumped on his back. He gritted his teeth as he stood slowly with Ace on his back, almost getting all the way up before he pulled his friends arms off of him. He grinned devilishly and half tossed the boy off of his back and onto his bed with a laugh.

“Okay, okay, I won’t look at your ‘bodies’!” He exclaimed in fake fear before cracking up, half doubling over.

Floyd eventually stopped laughing and scruffed up Ace’s hair, knowing how much it annoyed him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever makes you happy, murderer,” he said jokingly

“Why The hell was it in the bathroom?” Floyd asked, chuckling. He snatched the snake from his hand and felt it, seeing how real it looked and felt.

Floyd laughed and shook his head. “I didn’t take you for someone who would do that. Let’s quit hanging around though and go scare Ryan,” he said, grinning wildly.

Floyd left Ace’s room and walked down a long hallway, then down the staircase. “He’s probably going to be in the training area, he is always down there. Says he needs to practice for, like, four hours a day to get better,” he rambled on as he walked, seeming to know his way around.

Floyd walked down another set of stairs, the lighting lessening. Once he got to the bottom, the scenery changed a bit in the sense of not being as nice. This was where the reapers spent most of the time, and he had an idea of how they always weren’t the top priority. Besides no one besides the reapers went down there, so if it wasn’t as clean or nice, who would care?

He turned down a poorly lit hall, and walked into a large open room that had concrete wall and floors. There were different work out equipments, sparing tools, and a mat for doing so on. It wasn’t too crowded, the few groups that were there seeming to only be chatting and standing around. Floyd nodded towards the corner of the room to the raven haired boy who looked to be about Floyd’s age, maybe a year or two older. “There’s Ryan,” he commented, watching him for a moment.

Floyd looked around for a moment longer before walking up to red head that he recognized. “Carson, good to see you, man. Listen, you know where Ryan’s bags are?” He asked.

The freckled red head, who was referred to as Carson, looked over and smiled. “Good to see you too, Floyd. And it’s over there,” he said, pointing at a black duffel bag a few meters away. “Why are you asking?”

Floyd held up the fake snake witha bright grin, and Carson chuckled a bit. “You’re going to get your stupid ass kicked.”

“Nah, not with my good friend here to tell him no,” Floyd said, slinging his arm around Ace’s shoulders.

Carson shook his head, laughing a bit. Floyd led Ace over to the bag, crouching down and looking inside. He tucked it mostly in, leaving a bit out for Ryan to see. “This is going to be so good.”

“Of course I am,” Floyd responded with a chuckle as he tugged Ace away from the bag.

“He’s a complete douche bag. Did you know he was engaged to Cassie at one point a year or two ago? I don’t know if I told you that… Anyways, they were engaged for a bit, then the dick cheated on her with some other woman. Cheated on Cassie! It’s insane!” Floyd sighed and shook his head.

“I agree! When we found out, I was convinced Nick would have completely killed Ryan, but Cassie begged him not to,” Floyd said with a sigh. “She’s too kind for her own good.”

He was about to continue, but he saw Ryan walk over to his bag. He poked Ace and nodded over to the man.

Floyd watched as Ryan began to dig through his bag, before practically screeching as he stumbled backwards. Floyd erupted into laughter, practically doubling over.

Ryan heard the laughter and looked over with a furious expression. “Floyd, I’m going to fucking kill you!” He shouted.

Ryan stopped in his tracks, looking at Ace with a more shocked expression than anything. Then he looked back at Floyd, who was stifling laughter as he tried to look professional, with a deadly glare. “Yes, sir,” Ryan muttered, turning on his heel and walking back to where his bag was.