A Death

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"Enough!" Syaitan yelled. "You cannot best me!" He let out a repulsion and reached into his pocket. He grabbed a black stone and crushed it in his hand. Black smoke came out of it and started to drift towards me and Adive. I created a barrier just big enough to cover me in the short amount of time I had. It ricochet off the barrier and hit Christine. She started rising off the ground and foaming at the mouth. I saw the veins in her face turn black. She dropped to the ground, dead. I cry out and run to her. She was gone. I pulled her head to my chest and cried. I cried for her and I heard her whisper to me. "I love you." Was the last thing she said before passing into the void. "I love you too." I sayd. I hear Adive cry out and I look over at her best male friend. He was also struck by the smoke and was affected in the same way. I encase the bodies in ice to preserve them. With a shaky voice I say, "I'm going to the library to look up cures for death. Anyone want to come?" They all nod and we head there. I look on the table. There was a white folder with a note on it. Your welcome it read. "What is it?" I opened the folder and saw a page on a mythical stone. It could bring back the dead. It was in a temple in the Amazon jungle. I was the happiest person alive that day. The next morning we headed to the airport. "Umm this is a bad idea," said Jose. "Why?" I asked. "Well, ummm, because well, the plane could crash and we would be trapped and we would all die!" Jose answered in a panicked voice. "Oh my god!" I said laughing. "Your afraid of flying!" I started laughing more because of the comedy of it and I was also releasing all of the shock and horror of Christine's death. Adive also started laughing, but that laughing turned into crying quickly. Everyone started hugging us and we all got pulled into a group hug. We boarded the flight and jose was nervously timing the flight. Exactly forty minutes in, over the Rio grande, the plane went down. The lights were blaring and the plane hit the ground. Everyone was alive, I could sense that. But they were on top of the Rio grande. Me and Adive were at the bottom. In the most isolated part. We were on the riverbank. I could feel lots of broken bones. I didn't want it to end this way. I could feel my life slipping away. I could feel it, Going.......

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