Chasing Death

Chapter 1

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Natalia

My legs were a blur as I ran as fast and hard as I could, my lungs burning, begging for air. Adrenaline was pumping through my body as I gave chase to whoever, or whatever had been following me. My body begged for a break but my fear pushed me on, that was until I hit something. Hard. Blackness creeped in on me laughing mercilessly as I gave in.

I awoke in a bed surrounded by unfamiliar territory. The room was very simple but elegant. There was a small night stand on the right of the bed with a lamp on top of it. At the end of the bed was a Short dresser with two small bottles of something and a book on top. 

In the very corner of the room was a vintage looking chair next to a tall and skinny bookcase and a lamp. I cautiously got out of the bed peaking around the room making sure nobody was in the room with me and realized that my clothes had changed. Instead of my combat boots and leather jacket with a white Tee-shirt and jeans I had on a white nightgown. It looked almost bridal. I went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. It had my clothes in it and my other belongings were in the bottom drawer, everything was there but my knife.

I got dressed as quickly as possible and then looked around for something I could use as a weapon. My eyes landed on the chair, I silently flipped it over and broke the leg off with a loud cracking noise. I tied my hair up in a tight bun and went to the door checking to see if it was locked. 

It wasn't.

I stepped out into an empty hall deciding to go right I continued down the hall until I reached another turn. I went left this time. 

The hair on my arms stood up. I slowly turned around willing myself to put on a steel hard face despite the fear threatening to drown me. 

I felt the blood drain from my face when I saw a very muscular man standing in front of me. I could see his eyes scanning my body. His eyes were so green. He had black hair. His features were chiseled and hard. 

His eyes were cold and calculating.

It felt like we stared forever but it only lasted seconds before I remembered that I needed to escape.

I raised my chair leg club up to hit him but he caught it and flung it away from me. My blood ran cold as he walked towards me. I backed up until I hit a wall. My throat was hoarse from screaming last night. I ducked to the side but he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I was kicking and screaming until he put me down in a chair. I looked up and saw my attacker from last night. I froze.

It couldn't be. No. No. 

It was him. The man who ruined my life. The thing that was lurking in the shadows always waiting to attack. The Grim reaper king. Also known as the Angel of Death. I had been running from him most of my life, but I was really just chasing him. I'm always jumping off of bridges into water hundreds of feet away, swimming with sharks, getting into fights. Anything to get my adrenalin going. Anything dangerous. This started happening a month after my mom died, The first time I met the King of Death.

"Glad you could join us Natalia." I glared at him but stayed seated, my head held high.

"What do you want Morte?" I actually sounded quite disinterested. I mentally patted myself on the back.

He chuckled. "Right to the point, I like it. I want you to come work for me, possibly marry one of my sons, or daughters, whatever makes you tick."

I laughed at  him. "You can't be serious Morte! After what you did? You killed my mom! You even knew it wasn't her time to go. You made her die too early. And now you want me to come work for you?" I scoffed at him.

He chuckled lightly. "How about we make a deal? hmm? You come work for me, and I bring your mother back."

What? I froze. And then my lips curled into a smug smile. I stood up and walked towards Morte slowly, my head held high and my hips swaying, until I reached his throne. I crossed my arms. 

"If I come work for you, you bring my mother back, and I get anything I want, my mom as well. If you give me that I will work for you. If you don't, I'll walk out of that door faster than you can say 'Reap them' Got it?"

There was a flash of humor in his eyes, but he damped it down and stared at me coldly. Gone was the friendly Angel of Death. Morte was now my boss.

"Deal. Joshua, escort Natalia to her new office and room."

Joshua and I walked out of the throne room and down a really really long hall.

"You shouldn't have made that deal." Joshua looked at me sadly. 

"And why not?" I lifted my gaze to meet Joshuas. "Because once you work for him, you don't age. Yeah it sounds amazing at first until you watch everyone around you grow old. He owns you now."

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