Grim Reaper 01 - Embrace the Grim Reaper

as she listened. Jack began his lines in Sir Toby’s drunken fashion. “Why, man, he’s a very devil; I have not seen such a firago.”
    Casey closed her eyes and breathed in as he finished his line, as Eric joined in with his rich voice. She let her chest expand and contract, and relaxed completely as she waited for the entrance line. When it came close, she opened her eyes to find Aaron waiting for her to cue their movement.
    “This shall end without the perdition of souls,” Jack/Toby stated.
    Casey and Aaron stepped onto the stage. Casey watched and waited as the others read through the lines leading up to hers. She, as Viola, took in the scene and her opponent, Sir Andrew.
    Toby gestured to her. “There’s no remedy, sir; he will fight you for ‘s oath’s sake…”
    Casey waited for the end of the line and began hers. “Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.”
    The scene continued to its ending, with Casey’s lines assuring the others that the fight was against her will. Eric pounced, taking two quick left jabs at her face. She ducked, then blocked his roundhouse, aimed at her head.
    Getting her balance, she swung at his stomach, making light contact as he let out a whoosh of air fit for an NBA flopper. She finished him off with an uppercut, her hit upstage of Eric’s face, while he jerked his head with perfect timing, using the hit to slowly send him backward, where he landed hard on his butt.
    Casey stepped over him, raising her foot as if to finish him off, when Jack jumped in with the next line, using a different voice for the character of Antonio. “Put up your sword!” He giggled, completely not in character, and Aaron joined right in.
    Casey, breathing hard, relaxed her stance and stepped back, holding out a hand to Eric. After a brief study of her face, probably to make sure she wasn’t bluffing and was really about to take him down again, he allowed her to help him up. Together they turned toward the house, which sat in complete silence.
    Casey paused, blinking at the lights, and closed her eyes as a rush of memories swept through her. The lights. The musty smell. The audience.
    Omar’s face.
    Reuben’s…
    She swayed, and felt Eric’s hand wrap around her arm.
    “You all right?” His voice was anxious.
    She swallowed and opened her eyes. “I’m fine.” She pulled her arm away. “Thanks.”
    He gestured at the stage behind them. “That was…amazing. I mean… Who are you?”
    Applause came suddenly from the two actors on stage with her. After glancing at them, Casey put a hand over her eyes and squinted into the house. The woman, Becca, still stood in the aisle, her eyes wide, hands clutching her bag. The director, his face a blank mask, sat silently in the fourth row, his hand under his chin as he stared at Casey.
    The young men hollered again. “Bravo! Encore!”
    Casey shook herself, and handed Eric the script. “Think I got out?”
    Eric’s forehead creased. “What?”
    “Of the paper bag.”
    He smiled. “Oh, I’d say you got way out, crumpled it up, and threw it away.”
    “Good.”
    She turned and walked across the stage, descending the stairs. She brushed past Becca, but stopped when the woman called her name.
    “You will do the part, won’t you?”
    Casey looked at Becca’s face, which was filled with something Casey would’ve called desperation, if it hadn’t seemed over-dramatic. “No. I’m just passing through. The part’s yours.”
    Becca’s face crumpled. “But I don’t want it. I’ve been waiting for you .”
    That again. “Look. No one here has been waiting for me. I didn’t even know I was coming.”
    “But—”
    “Please, Casey. Can’t you stay?” Eric was standing next to Becca now, his face pleading.
    Casey shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair. What was up with these people?
    The other actors joined them, their expressions of awe and humor only slightly dampened. The four of them stood in a tight semicircle, waiting, apparently, for her to say she was staying.
    “It actually is my decision, you know,” the director said.
    They turned as a whole toward his seat, where he reclined, his hand half covering his face. Slowly he sat up, his hands on the armrests, elbows poking up beside him. He slanted his face toward Casey. “That was very interesting.”
    She waited.
    “You seem to have some experience.”
    She nodded slightly, not really caring one way or the other what