The man looked up. He said in a scared voice," are you death?"

But his murderer replied in a cold, evil voice," no."

"Then who are you?" asked the man in a slightly more confident voice.

"I am Scythe," Scythe said. The man's eyes widened. Of course he heard rumors about a man named Scythe but didn't think they were true. He tried to scramble back but Scythe thrust the blade of the scythe, he held, into the mans throat and that was the last thing he ever saw...

"Eight murders has come to the world in the last fortnight and there has only been one recording of this murderer," reported the news girl. The recording started up. A hooded figure went up to the woman out of the shadows. The woman asked who he was.

"I am Scythe," the man said. She made fun of his name but he killed her with the tip of his scythe.

The recording ended

"People of the world, stay sa-" the news girl started. The audience at their TVs gasped. The news girl had a look of surprise in her face but that was normal if you had an arrow in the heart. The camera man put his: black hood, black cloak and black clothes on. He went up to the camera and said," I am Scythe," and he punched the camera. The heroes of the world saw this commentary and realized that a menace has risen. This menace by the name of Scythe was deadlier than all the super-villains in the world. Time to get back to business...

A month passed as Scythe continued to kill innocent civilians. He even killed superheroes, who were thought to be invulnerable! Including: Hyperion, Superman, Captain Marvel and Martian Manhunter. No one seemed to be able to stop him. The question hung in the air. Will he ever be stopped?

" He has thrown a threat at the people !" Batman announced in the Watchtower. Batman said ,'he', because Batman believed that anyone that said his name would be his next victim.

Yes, even I'm not saying his name. I do not want to be his next victim.

"He said,'Superheroes of the world! If you don't give up yourselves I will keep killing people and I will destroy your very own cities. You have seen my destruction. Now come or you will die'," continued Batman. Five years have passed but the endless slaughter never ceased. I have even heard that all the super-villains were rallying against him. Fine i'll say his name. Scythe was deadly there was no doubt about that. "Batman?" asked wonder-woman. "What should we do?"

"We will fight," answered Batman. He had heard someone. Batman turned then got shredded like he was being thrown into a shark's gullet. Scythe had killed him. He had always wondered what it was like to die. He now knew for he was experiencing it. It felt...nice. He smiled. At least he was going to a better life in the stars. Batman wasn't a religious man but now he was feeling quite the opposite. He stared up into the sky. He saw the gates of heaven. "So that is true," he wondered. But it wasn't right. The gates disappeared and he realized it was just an illusion. He now realized he was shredded and couldn't move even the slightest bit of his body. Suddenly, he could move again; not in his own body. In fact he didn't have a body. He was just a soul. A poor, ghostly soul, doomed to walk this planet forever. He sobbed. It was the first time he had cried in many years to come. He guessed that Scythe had put a curse on his soul just by killing him. He wanted revenge. He wanted plain, cold, sweet revenge. Even more, revenge in the afterlife but he knew that, that'll not come.

Meanwhile all the superheroes in the watch tower where being slaughtered, Scythe laughing as he struck them down with brains and gore running all around them. They knew they cannot stop him but they tried. However, even as a superhero (Magician) chanted and Deadpool fought. They were struck down. Yes, Scythe managed to kill Deadpool. May Deadpool be happy with Lady Death. As the last of the Superheroes were shot and sliced down. Scythe was grinning and revealed his face to them. After all they were almost dead. They saw the horror of what was once his face. His face was made of shadow and with the blood of all the superheroes he wrote on the side of the space station," This is scythe," and made holes in all of the windows that kept the vacum of space out for all of those many years.

Ordinary school. I hated school. Until that happened. My name is Matthew Nay and I was bored. Sitting in class being...scared. I knew that everyone was scared and I saw why. It was Scythe. We were afraid of him: recently he killed every superhero that lived. Not even all the nuclear weapons in the world could stop him. I looked up as the bell rang. I walked out of class. I was a loner. Everyone knew that I was the only sorry loner in the school. Even the nerds had friends. I chuckled to myself. Nerds had nerds as friends. But I wasn't: a rich guy, a nerd, a bully or a cool guy; I was a... nobody. I walked to my empty corner in the school yard. However, it wasn't empty. A ring and lamp were there. I was staring at the ring when suddenly it flew onto my finger. It was the Green Lantern's ring of power. I felt angry. Now I was next to die. My anger boiled up in the most unusual way and lasers shot out of my eyes. Superman's powers too. But these lasers were black not red. A bully came up to me and pushed me. I disappeared and went through the wall. I realized I had all of the dead superheroes' powers.

I came back through the wall and saw the bully looking scared. He read the bully's mind and saw why. He thought that Scythe had taken me. Now he was going to tell everyone that Scythe was a pedophile. That was hilarious. Well time to make the bully scream. I tapped his shoulder and he screamed the loudest scream ever since the great banshee called Screamer. I lost concentration and became visible. I sensed teachers coming and I went invisible again. The bully was an injured hyena running away from the hungriest lion in the world while being a mouse being lost in a mirror maze full of cats. He was stuttering like a little baby. I realized that I was chosen so that I will defeat Scythe. The bully stuttered," there i-is a g-g-ghost."

The male teacher ( Mr. No-Good) concealed a laugh," there is no such thing as ghosts Richard," Richard scowled at this. "Richard! Stop scowling or you will get a detention," said the female teacher (Mrs. Greenloss) coldly. She was always a cold teacher. They walked away leaving Richard to widen his eyes in horror as a hand appeared in his face. It was Scythe. I shot black lasers at Scythe. He fell back and hit a wall.

"Ahhh! Mr. Nay there you are," he said with a horrible voice so cold that you couldn't even imagine how cold it was. I was gripped by an invisible force and hit a picture stall. A voice identified me and I saw a flash of light and I didn't know what came next...

Butterfly982 has logged on

Chocolatepie0924 has logged on

Butterfly982: Hey Dick

Chocolatepie0924: Hey Max and don't call me Dick.

Butterfly982: But it's your Asian name.

Chocolatepie0924: IK but please just call me Richard or Rich.

Butterfly982: Let's video chat Rich.

They both put video on.

Chocolatepie0924: Can you hear and see me?

Butterfly982: Yes and BTW Scythe is behind you.

Chocolate0924: WHAT?

Richard turns around.

Scythe: Richard this is your end.

Butterfly982: I'm calling the cops!

Chocolate0924: Run! Run far! NOW! Max run very fa

Scythe: This is Scythe.

Scythe destroys the computer. What did it do?

Chocolate0924 has been disconnected.

Butterfly982: Rich! Rich! RIIIIIIIIIIICH!

Butterfly982 disconnects.

I woke up with the feel of my body being pulled apart. I was in the Watchtower. Well what remained of it. "Hello Matthew," whispered a voice. I saw him.

"Batman?" I wondered.

"Yes. I am the soul of Batman," answered Batman. I realized that he was surrounded by his dead...allies. Suddenly, the Lady Death appeared.

"I have been trying to set these poor souls free," she said in a ghostly whisper,"however, the magic that tyrant, Scythe, used is much stronger than mine." I stared trying to take this in. These were some of the single most powerful people in the world. Well used to be. Now they're dead. I saw some body parts trapped on some of the broken machinery. I puked. I should have held that in: it was whipped away in front of me leaving a smell of rotting fish. The scribble-naut's notebook was also stuck. I picked it up and drew a space resistant suit of armor. Gold of course. I put it on. It fit perfectly. The only suit that can match Scythe's cloak. I was ready to face Scythe. But I didn't know what was happening in the world. I heard a scream. Another one of Scythe's victims. The pile of dead was getting bigger everyday. Scythe wasn't a man. Everyone knew that. He was a monster. He was a monster at the heart, if he had one, and the brain. He has thought of the worst ways to ever kill someone. He should get to Earth and find Scythe before it's too late.

"People of the world!" the news man shouted over the noise of battle."New York is under attack by minions of darkness." There was a scream as some dark figures invaded a house and killed a pregnant woman. "It seems that Scythe is leading the charge!" the news man continued."This is his first major attack be prepar-" He was cut off as dark minions shot the plane down with magic blasts. A few hours later, New York was destroyed. The very statue of Liberty was destroyed and the head stood on a giant spike of shadow metal. By the time Hero-Man (Matthew) came it was too late. What was once the great city of New York was destroyed. He looked on the floor. He was in the middle of the city and it said the usual,'This is Scythe.'

Scythe was in a room. A room full of lingering shadows. None of them his. Of course, he hid his shadow in the hardest place to get to. The land of Oblivion. His contract was waiting for him. "Hello Scythe," his contract said remarkably calmly," I understand that I have money for you. However, I can't give it to you." Scythe's weapon of shadow became a knife.

"I did what you asked," Scythe answered,"you will pay with your life for that will equally satisfy me." The contract stumbled back,"now listen here!" the contract started. But Scythe was already moving. The man did what he and his gang always did. They attacked. The knife was about to be thrown when it turned into a scythe and spun around the room. All around people died. Scythe was vaguely reminded of a fake trailer of assassins creed brotherhood. However, the contract somehow survived as the scythe flew into Scythe's hand. This was beginning to actually become the trailer. He threw fire at Scythe. Scythe was surprised. He thought that he had wiped every superhero except Hero-man.

However, these people were not super heroes. They were special people called benders. This person must be stronger than most. More fire came Scythe's way. Faster than expected. Unfortunately for the man, Scythe was a trained chi-blocker and was able to take away bender's powers permanently. This man suddenly let a burst of light from his chest. A warlock! Scythe was facing the impossible. A warlock bender. Scythe decided one thing and one thing only. A chi burst. Scythe reached into his contract's mind. The chi was unprotected. Excellent! His hand squeezed and the warlock fell to his knees. All the power gushed out of his belly like the sea decided to desert Poseidon himself. His contract was defeated but that wasn't enough to satisfy Scythe. He looked at the warlock and the warlock screamed. A huge terrifying scream.

However, Scythe was relaxed. The scream held until Scythe sent shadows to slice up the warlock. The warlock's minor torment had finished: now his major torment had begun. The warlock thought that he was alive but when he stared at his hands, he was transparent. He screamed. He was a ghost, a ghost for the rest of Scythe's life. Scythe smiled at the scream. The satisfaction made him smile. He walked out leaving the sorry warlock to scream in depression.

Matthew fell to his knees. His house. His beautiful house was destroyed. Where will he go? Where will he live? Hatred suddenly bubbles inside him. He shouted at the sky,"I swear that Scythe, that tyrant, will be destroyed for what he is doing against the world!" Matthew stood up to a noise. It sounded like a ghost.

"Do you see me?" asked his mother in a ghostly fashion . He turned with a sigh of relief that stopped suddenly when he saw what his mother was. She was a banshee. He howled in fury, pain and sadness. Scythe did this.

" Mother i will avenge you," he said dramatically with tears in his eyes.

"You don't have to be so dramatic," replied his mother," remember I will always been in here." She pointed to his heart. He smiled a bit but the faint smile faded when he realized that his mother had faded into the mist of light.

A boy a small boy. A six year old child was crying so hard. His mother was killed right in front of him by Scythe himself. He moved forward and stopped at a crack in the earth. God gave him this gift. He smiled and jumped into it. He will finally be with his mum in heaven. Except he never did see his mum... His mother was looking for him down on earth as a ghost. Little did they know that they will never see each other ever again.

Scythe looked at President Obama. Well not president anymore. Just Obama. Obama had sweat on his eyebrow. Running a few miles was painful. Scythe was about to strike. Obama just knew it. He had heard of the torment Scythe had inflicted. He killed people and they ended up as ghosts until the end of time. He jumped to the left but Scythe was ready for that and threw ten knives and three hit the target. Obama was flung back and hit a wall. He was shocked. He was suddenly turning transparent. He stood there and accepted his fate. He was a ghost. A ghost doomed to walk the Earth for the rest of eternity. He wondered what his wife and children would say if they saw him. Will they be shocked or happy? He went to find out.

He flew or rather hovered to the underground bunker where his family were. He saw them and showed himself. The children screamed and ran to the toilets. The mother's face paled and his parents had fainted. He knew what their reaction was to him being a ghost. The reaction was horror. They were horrified...Obama was a ghost and they were sad, horrified and angry. They wanted their Obama back; they wanted to avenge Obama and they knew who to ask.

Scythe walked towards a building being destroyed by his vicious minions of darkness. This was stupid of him. Why would he be walking towards a building that can fall on him anytime. Of course he wouldn't die but he would go unconscious. He shuddered at the thought. His father made him promise to fulfill his work and destroy the world then move to the next and then the next. He had drunk the potion of eternity. Well the potion wasn't completed so when he died he became half-spirit, half-demon. He let his demon side take over and set through to find a victim but then a huge slab fell of the wall right onto his head...

Scythe walked up to his first and maybe last victim. He did not intend this to be his last victim. He loved chasing the small, pudgy and strangely athletic man while the small man squealed in terror. Scythe never tired. He was demon/spirit. When he was alive he was a nice young man with blond curly hair that looked like it was brushed at least an hour everyday. Even so he hardly did a minute on his hair. It came naturally to him. Some old ladies called him the Heart-Breaker while the young ladies called him the Handsome guy. He like neither of those names. No one except his master knew he was a great chemist. He created the potion of eternity. Well he sort of did. Anyway, Scythe saw this man as the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-gr eat-great-grandson of the person that shot the arrow straight into his heart. The man looked more vulnerable than the man that killed him. After partly making the elixir of eternity he drank it. Scythe knew his mistake. When he drank it. He knew he didn't become an everlasting human. He became a human that dies but becomes a demon/spirit. Scythe's scythe scraped the floor in the way Death himself will do (it increased the terror of the victim). He felt the small man's heart race faster and faster. It was soon pumping like a Formula 1 was racing. Finally he lifted the scythe and thrust it into the small man's heart. It was then he made the phrase,"This is Scythe."

Scythe woke up under rubble and remembered. He was hit on the head. His face didn't change. "Perfect!" he said in a sarcastic tone. Light shone through as his servants picked up the fallen pieces of debris off the floor and put it into an ever-growing pile of rock next to him. His hood was ripped his ring was still there and his weapon was at his belt. You may be wondering,"How does he fit a scythe at his belt?" Well his scythe can change into a different weapon and can shrink to the size of a sword hilt. A one-handed sword that is. He was fine. However his servants were terrified at the look of his destroyed face. They were too shocked to speak. They were facing the very evil of the world itself. The demon. "Stop staring at me!" ordered Scythe but they wouldn't. They were too horrified by what they saw; Scythe killed every last one of them.