Thirteen (Mono×OC)

To The Grave

"So... shooting the Gravedigger is off the table?" I asked. The Nomes nodded. "Okay... We can figure this out." Mono said, sitting down. "We can't kill him, obviously, but we need to incapacitate him long enough to.... to..." He trailed off, rubbing his temples.

"To chop away the tree blocking the raft." I said. Think. I flopped back on the bed. Suddenly I shot up and smiled. "I have an idea!" I said in a singsong voice.

Mono hated the idea. We left the shack to plan and prepare, but as I explained my plan he got upset. "Absolutely not!" He said, crossing his arms into an X. "Why not?" I asked him. "Thirteen, you are volunteering to put yourself in danger. Again!" He said, making wild hand gestures. "Mono, you need to chop the tree away, and the Nomes are too little to do this." I explained slowly, carefully.

"Why can't you chop the tree? Do the safe part?" I showed him my bandaged hand in response. "I can't because my hand is bust, but my legs are fine." I replied. "I-" He began. "MONO. We don't have time to argue. We have to leave before daybreak, otherwise my plan won't work." I said.

"... Fine." He said. I nodded and took off to the cemetery.

I had pots and pans in my hands, and I was following the sound of a shovel hitting damp earth. I saw the Gravedigger, his back to me, and took a deep breath. "Hey, UGLY!" I yelled, hitting the pots and pans together. The Gravedigger turned to me and grunted, shambling towards me. I kept hitting the pans together as I ran. I ran between grave stones and moselieums but made sure I kept in his sight.

A large, grimy hand closed on my arm, and I shrieked. I turned on my heel and stabbed an arrow into his eye. He hollered in pain and released me. I took off running and he followed with renewed fervor.

I jumped over a gravestone and ducked down as the masked man tan into it, tumbling end over end into a deep grave. He groaned and tried to scramble out, but he was trapped.

I went over to where the raft was and saw Mono chopping the wood while the Nomes carried it away. "Hey, Monotone. Gravedigger is stuck in a grave." I said. He nodded and cleared the last piece of wood as I stared at the light of the shack in the distance. Something about that place... I pulled Luanne's journal from my bag and began reading in the light of the rising sun.

Today my father called. He was planting the forest full of flowers for Micah. They will be born soon, my baby. I wonder if they'll be a hot or girl. The hospital is falling into chaos. The doctor is going mad.