The Imortals

Chapter 5: Bryce is no longer dreamy.

Word of advice; never come face to face with a skeleton.
Not only does their breath smell terrible, but they enjoy eating human flesh. The elevator doors were wide open, so I grabbed love and ran out onto the main floor. There were patients running around and screaming, trying to find a way out.
  A skeleton came at me. In a panic, I grabbed my spear and threw it at the skeleton. It passed through its rib cage. I readied my dagger as it was approaching me at top speed, as soon as it got within reach, I stabbed it between the eyes. The head dissolved, which left no threat, but the body was running around like a headless chicken. Or is it a headless skeleton? Which ever came first.
  Love was grabbing random arrows and shooting the skeletons with them. Some of the skeletons were sprawled on the floor motionless, others were slowly dissolving, and one was even trying to propose to Love.
  "Be gone!" Love shouted at the one proposing to him. The skeleton only cried and hugged Love's legs, which is the universal gesture for , why don't you love me ?! I decided to do love a favor and I stabbed the skeleton between the eyes. I looked around and saw that all the skeletons had disappeared.
  "Let's get out of here!" I grabbed Love and ran for the door.
"Not so fast!" Bryce appeared in front of us and blocked all the exits. Love grabbed a death arrow and shot at Bryce. The arrow went right through his body, or to be more accurate, his soul. Only, his soul didn't look like a regular gray soul, his soul was black, clearly infected by Disease.
  "Why won't you die?!" Love screamed, reaching for a regular arrow. Bryce swatted the arrow out of the air like it was nothing but a pesky mosquito.
  "I already told you, once you cheat Death, you can't stay dead." He drifted over to a man who was asleep in a chair. He paused and went trough, wait not through, into the man's body, possessing the poor man. He stood up from the chair. "Ah, so much better than that pesky teenage body." He cracked his knuckles. "Now I can actually finish you two!" He pulled back his fist and began to swing.
    I said the first thing that came to mind, "CHILD ABUSE!!" I ran up to the nearest mother I could find. "Help! Help! That man is trying to hit me! He already got my brother!" I pointed to Love. He took his cue and doubled over, cupping his face. The mother put her arm around me and pulled Love away from Bryce.

"You poor children! Henry, get my phone so I can call the police!" A boy who looked to be around five years old ran to a chair, rummaged through what I assumed to be the mothers purse, and pulled out an iPhone.

"Here you go, mommy!" The boy said, forgetting to give his mother her phone and hugging her instead.

"Ma'am, there is a huge misunderstanding." He said, trying to approach us. I screamed and ducked behind the mother.

"You wanna play that game, Charlotte? Let's play!" Bryce exited the man's body and drifted Into the mother's. It took him a moment to stabilize in the mother's body, but as soon as he did, he tightened his arms even tighter around our necks. He turned to the little boy. "Sweetie, go up mommy's phone away." He said in his best fake mother voice.

The boy (Henry) looked at Bryce. "You're not mommy!" He said, kicking Bryce as hard as he could. Bryce stumbled, letting us go in the process. Love pushed Bryce down and we sprinted for the door.

After a few minutes of running through the city, Love pulled me into an alleyway. "I told you not to date that guy!" He said, taking some time to catch his breath.

I sat against the wall, "Next time you give me relationship advice, I'll listen."