Onward

The end

You are welcome to become a grammar Nazi. I have read this so many times just to make sure I don't repeat myself and that the story flows that my mind has auto-corrected every mistake my eyes perceive as I am reading it; the errors don't register unless pointed out. Please enjoy regardless.

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Azalea hurt like she had never hurt before, she had fallen asleep with her neck bent forward and shoulders slightly hunched. Her legs bent, one over the other, unable to stretch in her seat. As she turned her head side to side, her neck sounded with a loud painful crack. 'I here by vow to never fly ever again' she thought as she sighed in relief when the attendant gave them permission to exit the plane. She stood and quickly gabbed her single carry-on then slowly made her way off. It was suffocating, all the people, all the noise; screw 2 a.m. in the morning. She barely heard the announcer voice; welcome to Sapporo, Hokkaido. She made her way through airport "hell" while picking up her single suite case, till finally she stood at the exit, pulling out her phone she checked for messages from her grandfather. The old man had yet to tell her who was picking her up, he had merely said; a human. Yes, most certainly a human. Azalea sighed then sat on a nearby bench with a huff to wait.

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She felt like her body was floating, drifting through nothing. It was then she realized that she had fallen asleep on the bench. To be on a 16 hour flight then immediately get on the next flight to Sapporo really takes it out of a girl.  'well crap, wouldn't be too surprising if I wake up somewhere else entirely' she thought as the darkness began to fade into an alleyway in the night. A neon light sign from one of the buildings across the street flashed into the alleyway providing light to see the dumpster in the back and a homeless person curled up in a cardboard box in a green glow. Azalea was then standing at the front of it, in the distance she heard a female voice; "Come and try our new strawberry mocha cheesecake!"

Then came the wailing of a child as the sky lit up with lighting followed by a rumble. With in seconds rain poured down, a freezing rain that chilled even the soul. A hunched over figure stumbled into the shadows, the neon light showing the figure lean against the wall as they slowly made their way toward the back of the alleyway. The rain soaked through their clothes and the hood covering their head. long white hair fell from the hood to dangle and drip with water.

"I've run long enough. Surely I've lost him" panted a course male voice, the person who had stumbled in. The man then leaned his back against the wall and slowly slide down till he was siting and his chin raised toward the sky. The man opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out to catch the rain.

"sweet rain, oh sweet rain." He mumbled.

There on the side of the wall, a few feet away from the man, was a shadow darker than the rest that the neon light couldn't light up with it's green glow. First it was a mass then it was a person that stepped out of its shadow.

"you didn't run fast enough" chuckled a boyish voice in a singing tone. The man didn't have time to react before the boys shadow misted into a scythe and cleanly slice his head off.

"All debts must be paid." spoke the boy as he once again disappeared into his shadow on the wall. The head rolled to the ground and the body fell over, blood poured from it and mixed with the rain as it filled the cracks in the concrete.

"Daaaaaaaaammmmn it." Azalea cursed to herself. "Not even an hour here and already I'm watching people die. Its too early in the morning for this." she griped "Is that even an old death? "

She walked over to the body when she noticed a watch on the right wrist.

"May, 27. 2016. 11:07 PM." she read. " You shall be murdered in eight days. Great." She mumbled as she tightly closed her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her nose.