Constant exposure to dangers will breed contempt for them
My story begins at Sandy Shores, 1990. My mother was a crackhead with a lot of debts, it was hard to do the payments as the time passes by. The local smuggler was known about his lack of patience.
A man burst our trailer one night and i felt the reaper came with him. suddenly, he took his knife and he smoothly glided it on my mom´s throat. The death took her gently in its arms and, for any unknown reason, it ignored me.
I dont know how much time i was paralized. There was blood all over the floor while my mother laid without breathing. Time had not sense to me anymore, nothing had it.
Later i headed to the smuggler´s crib, i was standing at a few feets of the entrance and between jokes and laughs by his thugs to me, i just kept stearing at them without moving or even breathing. Was a hot morning already when two men came closer, one of them was my mom´s killer, the other one stepped before me and said:
-Ain´t this that crackhead´s kiddo? he asked.
-Dunno- answered the other one, the thug.-This all shitty faces looks like the same-
-You lied to me... you said no one saw you there. Give me your piece- asked the man.
The killer of my mum did it without saying anything, but i saw the fear in his eyes. The man took the gun, he unlocked it and he aimed it to my forehead.
-I dont know what i hate the most- he said- being cheated or have useless morons as employees.
I just kept looking at his eyes, at the end i was looking for the cold arms of the reaper but it seemed to evade my desire, i heard his voice instead a shot.
-What would you do, kiddo, if i give you this piece?
As the man came to put the gun on my hands, i only had the chance to seek immidiately my mom´s killer and without a thought, i pulled the trigger. His face turned into a pain grin, his belly took my bullet. I kept stearing him as he dies and meanwhile the man took the gun from my shaking hands and stepped next to his agonizing thug.
-This happens when you do things wrong... and this is because you lied to me- he added before putting a bullet in the eye.
After that he came to me and he slapped my face so hard with a brass knuckle.
-The next time i see you around here i will hit you to death... fuck off now! then he ignored me as what i was... nothing.
That day with my nose bleeding and my face fucked up, i just wanted to die. Since then i was looking for death, everything i done was to find the reaper, robbery, jacking, outlaw races, brawling, shooting...
With time i´ve made my name...
With time i´ve made friends...
With time i understood why the reaper never came to me...
I am the Reaper...
We are the Reapers...
A man burst our trailer one night and i felt the reaper came with him. suddenly, he took his knife and he smoothly glided it on my mom´s throat. The death took her gently in its arms and, for any unknown reason, it ignored me.
I dont know how much time i was paralized. There was blood all over the floor while my mother laid without breathing. Time had not sense to me anymore, nothing had it.
Later i headed to the smuggler´s crib, i was standing at a few feets of the entrance and between jokes and laughs by his thugs to me, i just kept stearing at them without moving or even breathing. Was a hot morning already when two men came closer, one of them was my mom´s killer, the other one stepped before me and said:
-Ain´t this that crackhead´s kiddo? he asked.
-Dunno- answered the other one, the thug.-This all shitty faces looks like the same-
-You lied to me... you said no one saw you there. Give me your piece- asked the man.
The killer of my mum did it without saying anything, but i saw the fear in his eyes. The man took the gun, he unlocked it and he aimed it to my forehead.
-I dont know what i hate the most- he said- being cheated or have useless morons as employees.
I just kept looking at his eyes, at the end i was looking for the cold arms of the reaper but it seemed to evade my desire, i heard his voice instead a shot.
-What would you do, kiddo, if i give you this piece?
As the man came to put the gun on my hands, i only had the chance to seek immidiately my mom´s killer and without a thought, i pulled the trigger. His face turned into a pain grin, his belly took my bullet. I kept stearing him as he dies and meanwhile the man took the gun from my shaking hands and stepped next to his agonizing thug.
-This happens when you do things wrong... and this is because you lied to me- he added before putting a bullet in the eye.
After that he came to me and he slapped my face so hard with a brass knuckle.
-The next time i see you around here i will hit you to death... fuck off now! then he ignored me as what i was... nothing.
That day with my nose bleeding and my face fucked up, i just wanted to die. Since then i was looking for death, everything i done was to find the reaper, robbery, jacking, outlaw races, brawling, shooting...
With time i´ve made my name...
With time i´ve made friends...
With time i understood why the reaper never came to me...
I am the Reaper...
We are the Reapers...