The Thought of Mind

Chapter 1 (Athena)

I walk down the street, seeing the fog surround the trees like a bear hug. "I want to go home" Darian looks at me, with his little silver eyes welling up with tears. He was my little brother, I had a sort of duty to protect him. I wasn't doing such a good job; I had already lost him twice. I swore to myself after the second time, that I would not lose him again. I look down at him and was about to say something when I heard footsteps. "Athena, I'm scared." He was still holding my hand, trying to be strong. I push him behind me and bare my teeth.  Behind the bushes I heard a twig snap, I prepare for a killer to come out with his silver bullets shooting. Out comes a guy about six feet, with no gun. The only problem is I can smell him from here. It means he is not human, or even alive for that matter. "Hey, who are you?" He stops, and just looks at me for what seemed like forever. "My names Johnny, What are you doing out at this time of night?" I didn't know how to answer; I didn't want him knowing we were run-aways from a camp. "I'm Athena and this is my brother Darian, Can you come closer?" He starts walking towards me, and I start to wish that I didn't ask him to come closer. He gets face to face with me, and I see that his face is tattooed with a skull,”What are you?" His question surprises me, and I jump. "We, are Wolves, What about you?" He looks down and sighs. "You won't want to be near me, when I tell you" I was surprisingly intrigued. "Just tell me, please" I heard him mumble, then he takes something out of his pocket, it’s a dagger about the size of my forearm. "What does this mean?" I was confused to the way that nobody would know. He sighed; acting like it was my fault it was confusing. "See these carvings in the wood?" I look at the handle and see that there are about ten inscriptions. "What do they say?" I couldn't read the language that the inscriptions were written in. "It says, 'Death is man, Man is death. I am not man, but I am death.' Do you get it now?" I couldn't believe this; here I was talking to death. "So you’re the Grim Reaper?" I had forgotten Darian standing next to me. His question made Johnny's face twitch; his eyes peered into Darian's. “You guys never answered my question. What are you doing out here at this time of night?" I had forgotten about it, but I couldn't hesitate. "Just walking around. What about you?" He thinks for a second, I can tell that a story comes into his mind. "I'm just going to the lake, you two should come."  What lake? There is no lake for miles. "I would but we should be going, sorry." I start to walk away when I hear him walking behind us. I turn around just as he was about to run into me. He knocks me down, and I finally get a good look at him. His irises are deep navy blue, but his teeth are a pure white. His hood falls off of his shaggy grey hair, it is pin straight. I realize that death is cute, and I can only imagine what he looks like in the sun. "Um, Hi?" I start laughing out of control. I see his smile widen, and it makes me gasp. He has sharper teeth then I saw before. They are pointed, but I don't move. I'm not scared just surprised. "Can you get off my sister?" I look behind Johnny to see Darian standing there with his arms crossed. "Uh, Yeah. Yeah I can." Johnny gets up and scoots away from me awkwardly. Who knew that all you needed for death to get awkward is a ten year old yelling at him. I stand up, I can feel the hot blood warming up my cheeks, and I can also feel it running down the back of my head. I take my hand and put it on the back of my head; warm sticky blood clings to my hand. "Ow, my head is bleeding. Good job Johnny." He looks at me and his eyes get as wide as saucers. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, it’s just that you turned around so fast. It didn't give me enough time to stop." He runs over to me and puts his sweatshirt on the back of my head. The pressure he puts on it makes me feel woozy, and I stumble backwards. He catches me before I fall, and has me sit on the ground. "Are you ok?" I look up at him, and he smirks. I try to smile back but I didn't want to. "Yeah, your actually making it worse. Can you stop with the sweatshirt?" He takes the sweatshirt off my head and just looks at me.