Death loves roses. Unfortunately, roses don't love Death.

I stared at the ceiling as I lay on the black marble floor of an empty black room. Since I was, for some reason, lying in the corner of the room, I tilted my head upward a bit to take in my surroundings. Okay, I take that back, it wasn’t an entirely black room; there were vertical grey stripes on the walls and a dazzling chandelier hung in the center of the high ceiling [How in the world did I miss that??]. With every breath I took, it twinkled and quivered a bit and looked as if it threatened to break. Except...this chandelier wasn't so blindingly bright like the ones I am so used to. This one had a soothing, yet mysterious glow. In addition, I couldn’t quite call this room empty because there was a large, circular, comfortable looking black leather chair with an equally cushioned ottoman. There was also a black leather "L" shaped couch in the corner farthest away from me. In between the couch and I was a stunning marble black coffee table that had a creepy, albeit elegant, design. On it sat a small, delicate glass vase that held nothing but a single rose. A beautiful, bloody red, lonely rose…

And somehow, that beautiful, bloody red lonely rose captured me with its beauty. I slowly stood and walked toward it. Never had I seen a red so deep, thorns so sharp. I lowered myself to smell it; it had a surprisingly sweet smell. I reached as if to hold it, but. . .

“Such a beautiful rose, isn’t it” a man said.

I jerked my hand back and whipped my head in the direction of the voice; I think it was around the chair. Unfortunately, I also whiplashed my neck in the process. My head instinctively jolted to a stop. My field of vision was just a few feet from the man!  

“*!@#$6%^&” I grumbled and rubbed my neck that was unwilling to move. Damn. I hated feeling weak in an unfamiliar area. I slowly looked at the man.

The man was probably not even 20! He had straight, black, nose length hair that partially obstructed his view and pale skin. He wore a black and red suit was staring my straight in the eye. I shivered. His eyes were a piercing icy blue. The moment you looked into them, you could see hate. Sadness. Loneliness. Insecurity. Rage. Jealousy. Greed. Anger. All the negative emotions you could ever believe existed were mixed into those eyes. But somehow, they weren’t his emotions. Rather, it was emotions he saw and somehow…sucked them in? I don’t know. But his smirk, his smile, was so arrogant, so confident. It was one of those creepy, lopsided grins that make people feel like they’re so insignificant. Like he’s a god, and has no time for pesky little insects like them.  

“Are you okay? I think you hurt your neck. Why don’t you sit NECK-st to me so I can check it for you! Puahahahahaaa! Get it?! NECK-st to me. Hahahahaaa!!!” a new man’s voice rang. I turned me head to the source. A man sat on the “L” shaped cou-

“Wait a minute! That… that chair was empty a few seconds ago wasn’t it!?” confused, I looked at one man to another. Both men looked exactly the same, except for their eyes. The one laughing his ass off at his own joke [what kind of idiot does that!?] had emerald green eyes. His eyes looked beautiful. I saw content, happiness, joy; it was so happy, I swear they sparkled! He noticed I was staring at him and abruptly stopped laughing. The smile on his face was substituted with a slight frown.

“Oh c’mon,” the green eyed man said in a slightly sad voice, “smile a bit. Wasn’t my joke a little funny?” he pouted.

Silence.

They both stared at me, one frowning, one smirking. I decided I like Green Eyes [his temporary nickname until I found out his name] because he seemed friendly, but…I'm not so sure about Blue Eyes [the other guy’s temporary nickname]. Something about him was off.

“Such a beautiful rose, isn’t it.” Blue Eyes repeated.

I nodded cautiously. I hadn’t realized how deceitful it sounded. It sounded sweet and kind. Like you could actually trust him. But the moment you see him, the moment your see that sick, twisted smile, you automatically know you can’t. or maybe that’s just me. That guy reminded me of someone. Someone I couldn’t quite put my finger on. What was it bout him that I detested do much? The arrogant airs he puts on? The eerie smirk he has? Or was it the glint in his eyes…

The man in question suddenly stood up and I flinched back. He gracefully made his way to the table and plucked the rose from the vase. The moment he touched it the rose started to rot and soon, it was nothing but dust. I stared in horror as the dust trickled between his fingers.

“J…Just…who are you?!”

Blue Eyes looked at me. Just before I saw him put his mask, his smile, back on, I swear I saw a frown. Not one of disappointment or loneliness. Just plain sadness. Imagination or not, it was the saddest frown I have ever seen.

Green Eyes stopped pouting. Wearing identical smiles, they stood back to back.

“We,” they said together, “are Death itself.”

I stared at them in shock. I couldn’t find anything to say because there really wasn’t anything to say. Suddenly, a drop of blood dropped onto the floor. I saw blood, trickle down the blue eyed man’s hand.

The rose: beautiful, bloody, lonely. And I believe I forgot the most important part. Dangerous.

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nyaaaaaaaaaahahahaha. i havnt posted somthing FOREVAAAA. so i would like to give a big thank you to BelovedFool. she inspired me to create a peice similar tio hers [ thorns of my rose ]. 

also, i would like to thank wordman and belovedfool[again] for helping me out with names and such ^^b  also, if ur wondering how this chapter, read on~!  if not, then scroll down past that and leave a comment, critique, question, or somthing. thankees fer reading eh ;D

i stayed up to 11 on the comp, collecting data, finding names, and trying to figure out what the story will be about overall. once i got kicked outta my comp at 11 (parental controls) i decided not to waste the precious motivation i had and stayed up till 1:04 am to write it out, plan the rest, slight revisions, and character finalization. this morning i (grudgingly) woke up at 8:00 started again around 8:15. up till noon today, i typed it up and made a few more revisions until i was satisfied. so.

i hope my efforts are to your liking? XD