Haunted

Death Falls On All Of Us

"It's not what it looks like," I exclaimed in the demon's defense. My hands shot up, like on those cop movies, and my face tried to hide the guilty part of me.

"Oh, Melanie, it's you," Elizabeth cried with tears of happiness. "I thought it could've been some more goblins or Klyfaa's, like the creatures that attacked me. Are you okay!?" I could ask the same thing to her. Her usually think black hair was suddenly clumped and greasy looking. Her clothes had tiny holes dotting them like stars in the night's sky, and her face- I don't really want to talk about it. It was swollen and puffy, and her glasses were laying crooked on top of her head.

I sighed in relief. It could have been a cop, or the news reporter, or the FBI, but it was just Elizabeth. My best friend Elizabeth. Phew. "Elizabeth? How can it be?" I asked. "Weren't you carried away by the wind? Never-mind my questions, I'm just so glad that you're okay." I turned to the demon. "This is Elizabeth." But he was no where to be seen.

"Who are you talking to?" Elizabeth asked, leaning her head to one side in confusion. "But anyway, I think we should go."

We started walking out the door when she brushed against me lightly.  Something about the atmosphere changed.   Black beads of blood appeared on my hands.  My arms numbed through the pain.  Why is my hand bleeding?  I wondered to myself.  Smearing the blood with my sweater we moved on.

Wait, where was Elizabeth?

The floor seemed to weaken, or maybe I just felt weighed down by some unknown pressure.  A harmful breeze shook the ground of the library.  Would I die by earthquake?

The marbled floor right beneath me collapsed, and I fell along with it.  The breeze, now just below me seemed to pull me down into a black abyss.

I screamed at the demon, who had posed as Elizabeth to kill me.  "I was helping you, even after your bad reputation.  Why would you do this to me?" I cried, tears flowing out of my eyes like a waterfall in a hurricane.  My sobs seemed louder than the roaring wind that weakened my arms.  I would fall any second now.

"I'm a demon.  It's who I am.  This tradition has lasted for over 100 years," he yelled over the winds coming from the black pit.  "I betray to get what I want.  This was for the best.  You never should have broken into the library.  You are just scared, and because of that, because you are cowardly and betraying as well, you deserve to die!"

His meaty hands blasted rays of fire at my hands, which were holding on to my last seconds of life before the underworld.

"Ugh," I grunted.  I was already drenched in sweat from just that minute.  I looked down- my fatal mistake.  The everlasting darkness seemed shorter as I fell to my doom.  Screams of laughter came pouring in above me.  With a last and final thud, I hit the rocky ground, lifeless and dead.