Gripping his throat trying to catch his last breath he fell to his knees wheezing behind the young woman. Hunched over and staring at the ground while tears filled his eyes from the pain he was experiencing and worry filled his mind since he had no idea what was going on. Though it did come across as though someone was ripping the air right out of his lungs. Tilting his head up as best he could to view the pair they appeared to be talking, and about what he had no idea. That was the last thing he did as he hit the floor arms sprawled upward in front of him and his eyes lids cracked with the pupils rolling back along with the coloring that surrounded them. Gagging and coughing he lay there listening as best he could in his pain.

“You don’t deserve to take him away. Especially not away from me” Came the voice of the young girl who was protecting him, and yes she still sounded so sweet even though it was obvious she was upset. Pulling the scythe to rest behind her draped over a single shoulder as if it were nothing more than a feather she poised herself waiting for the armored woman to speak up.

Though the woman did not say much of anything while she pulled her blade back and let it stand alone against her back sliding through an armored hoop. She did walk up to the young girl and the boy on the ground and say a soft whisper, in a hint of a sentence. “Someone, will get him” With that she went on her way to reposes the girl she had once been in control of. This took no time at all, and thankfully the boy could not watch this process being that it was not something fun to watch.

Sure the young girl who had been taken over had lost most of her free will, but once released from the grasp of the spirit to be taken again was a very painful process. The armored woman slowly turned into a stream of what appeared to be hot air and seeped her way into the girl’s mouth like a viscous liquid. The poor girl grabbed her stomach and curled up twitching. Her skin turned grey and she began to cry as every vein in her body was visible through the skin. Her eyes again became listless and the veins vanished back in their place. Slowly she stood and went on about her life without saying a word, as if nothing had even happened.

Rachel sighed and bent down picking up the young boy, pulling his left arm over her shoulders and moving him along with her as she took each step. At the time she had let go of her weapon which in turn dematerialized once she had let it go. A hint to it having never been there to begin with.

Pressing the door open to the building she moved along with him and watched as the key hanging from his neck bounced against his chest. Giggling she said. “I told you, you had the key to my heart.” After that she smiled and set him in his car where she got behind the wheel and began to drive. Not exactly sure where she was going, but somehow making it to his house. By the time they had gotten there he was fully awake and compelled to ask many questions. However the thing that was really on his mind, was how to explain this to his parents: her being here in general.

So with that thought he walked to his front door and unlocked it pulling her in behind him.Of course he would turn and lock the door back. Thankfully the gloves hid the fact his hands were shaking out of control and he was still startled by what happened earlier and the immense pain he went through a moment ago. In truth he was slightly annoyed that he had not passed out earlier from all that pain.

Either way as he looked around he began to blink wondering why the house was so empty and silent. Figuring they were out he just shrugged it off, but could not understand why there was a nasty smell to this place. Regardless of all of that he had his love next to him so he was not going to complain about anything.

Having pulled her hand up to her nose the moment they walked in she was giving him one crooked stare when he took her hand again and pulled her along to go to his room saying “Well I have a lot of questions for you” She was in no way upset with him, but she sure was curious about the smell just as curious as he had been about it if not a little more. To her it was familiar. Yet she could not put her finger on it as to what exactly it was. Though when they sat on his bed and he began to talk to her she immediately was pulled from her zoned out state, shaking her head and looking at him.


With a cautious stare he questioned her intently. “So why was she after me exactly? I’m all super special right?” Now in saying this he held a cocky demeanor and gave off even more cockier gestures. They did little for him when the truth came out about what was really going on.

Covering her mouth with two fingers, her middle and index of her right hand, Rachel giggled with a soft smile. “You’re silly, and she was only after you because death wants you…” She would have continued but was quickly cut off by a flailing Jo who briskly interrupted with. “What do you mean death is after me1? I didn’t do anything wrong…well mostly I haven’t, but still I’m a little young to die aren’t I!?”

Becoming slightly cross she answered him just as quickly as he had cut her off she returned the favor. “Don’t interrupt me” By the tone in her voice he could tell she was annoyed and calmed himself down just to listen to her. After all she was not a fun person to argue with. In fact she was one of the very few people that he lost arguments to. So again he just sat there listening. “Now I don’t know why he is after you, so calm down. If he wanted you dead though he would have come for you himself, duh!” Wanting to say something back his mouth opened, but he remembered that she was still a bit annoyed and by the way her facial expressions were coming across calling it ‘a bit’ was a very huge oversight.

Still not saying a word he let her continue and watched her relax on his messy bed. She threw her arms up in the air and curled them behind her head with a smile, and a sigh she winked at him. “Besides you have me here, and there is no real organization after you either. It’s more like free spirits looking to get into death’s good graces. So to say that they are evil is not true. A good one could want to be in death’s good graces after all it’s fucking death.”

Slightly stunned he sighed and scratched the back of his head looking off to the side. Though he was not listening to every single word she said, because he was human and they had been away from each other for so long his eyes sort of wandered, wandered a lot before going back to what she was saying. In turn he got the gist of it. Yes he did want to say something on the topic but the urge to use the bathroom overtook him and he stood up smiling at her. “I’ll be right back, hun I have to piss” She laughed at his honesty and he shook his head as he walked out hearing her say in a joking manner “Yummy” It was something she always said when he spoke of going to the bathroom, and it was pretty evident that she did not mean it.

Down the hall his feet carried him and passed his parents bed room. The hall way was a pale white being the default paint to the house and littered with pictures of family along the walls. Family that had passed on and family that were still around and living close, a bit too close in his personal opinion, but close none the less. Meandering down the walk way he opened the bathroom door and relieved himself not even caring to shut the door behind him.

That rancid smell still filled his nostrils and he grew very unsettled by it. So after he was finished in the bathroom he walked over to his parents bedroom. Yawning and covering his mouth with the back of his left hand he knocked on the door with the mid-knuckles of his right hand. “Mom? Dad?” There was no answer and he sighed putting his hand on the knob. Turning it he could not get it to open, and it was not locked at least not from what he could tell. “God..this stinks…” The smell was worse by the their door and it was aggravating him. Slamming his shoulder against the door trying to force it open he let out a group of disgruntled gasps until it gave way and he stumbled in tripping over something.

Shaking his head with it down he ran his face over the side of his face and looked around. What he saw forced water into his eyes, tears of hatred, lament and sorrow. What else could he feel for such a thing? Around him was nothing but blood, and body parts. His fathers head was nestled softly between the blankets only exposing the left side of his face, a spine of undetermined origin was sprawled out in front of his feet. Organs including spleens, and livers were falling over one another and dripping blood all over their carpet. He could for some reason not figure out where his mothers head was, but her torso was sure right in front of his feet.

Before he could even move or react to this those tears fell down his face, a face that his hands were shortly gripping. This mayhem was fresh and the blood was still spilling out, whoever had done this should still be here, but they weren’t and he could only tell because of the fact he was still alive. Feeling the blood gathering at his knees since he fell to them crying Jo wanted to know why, he wanted to know why this was happening, and what was really happening. For a moment pure insanity took over him and through those tears he began to laugh.