Death Hearkens to me.....

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Pain...that's all that could be said, all that could be felt as I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. These people, they don't care about me....all they care about is finding the stupid cure to whatever the hell I have. I knew I was dieing and it wasn't this viruses fault....At the moment I was submerged under a bed like chamber with a clear liquid, it may have been water but knowing these people it was some potential "cure" for my virus. 1...2...3....I counted the seconds as I was still under the liquid. 4....5...6...how long would it be till they noticed I was close to drowning? 7....8....9.... Suddenly my body was elevated up and out of the chamber. Huh, so they finally realized I needed oxygen...bloody pricks. "No change....put him back in his "room" one of the doctors said to the nurse beside him. He looked disappointed, you and me both asshole. The nurse had two guards pick me up and practically drag me to my sorry excuse for a bedroom. As we neared there I could hear the faint sound of a woman singing. Strange there is never music in this place let alone happiness....I was suddenly dropped onto my bed as the guards left my room locking my door from the outside.
I lay in my bed feeling used and unwanted. You would think after ten years I would be used to this. But after ten years of agonizing pain just so these bastards can find a cure.....it still hurt like hell....God knows I would do anything to get free.... "Anything my boy," a soft feminine voice whispers in my head.....just my fucking luck I've gone crazy... "Demetri you have not gone crazy" There is that bloody voice again! Where is....I gasped as I looked in front of me, a woman stood before me. She wore a long black torn dress, her hair dark as the night sky and
..her face....pale as the full moon but half of it was flesh the other half was a skull, decorated with the darkest of blues, reds and black swirls. "W-who are you?! H-how do you know me?!" I yelled at the woman. She looked at me sadly and walked over to my bed. "Demetri I am what the mortals call Death.....queen of all those who have passed on" Does this mean.....yes....yes it must mean I'm dead....finally de.... "You are not dead child!" she all but screeched at me. Ok so I'm not dead...but why is she here..... "Demetri I pity you, having to live your life this way....nobody deserves that especially a young man such as yourself..." She gently touched my cheek a sudden warmth coursed through my veins. I closed my eyes embracing the warmth. "Demetri I wish to help you leave here....but in order to do that you must join me, become one of my faithful servants" I would do anything to leave this hell hole. "Alright I'll do it anything to get out of here!" I told her a new light shining in my eyes. She smiled and raised her hands "Demetri Kazoniv, by this the hands of time I strip thee of thy mortality, your soul no longer a victim of time, Death Hearkens to thee, your shadow bound to me thy queen." A blinding light flashed before my eyes pain escalating all through my body. What was happening to me. Suddenly I crashed down into the floor I noticed something wrong, my shadow was moving away from me and towards Death and it suddenly became apart of her shadow. I felt a warm burning sensation on my left shoulder and on my right hand. "Argh!!!!!" I screamed out as a bright red scythe mark appeared on my shoulder and an outline of the crescent moon appeared on my right hand. "Night is your advisary dear Demetri, remember this and always keep an eye out for me" Death said as she disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. I shakily stood up. A surge of energy coursed through my veins as the moon mark started to glow. From the remainder of the smoke Death left, something started to materialize. I reached into the smoke and pulled out a kitana, the blade was long and the hilt of it had a blue ribbon with a small moon pendant. I looked at my reflection in the blade of my kitana, my eyes were glowing dark blue with power and my face no longer looked sickly.....hehe this could be interesting....I suddenly heard knocking on the door of my bedroom and smirked.....time to have a little fun assholes.

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