Death is My BFF Rewritten (Book 1 of the Rewritten Death Chronicles)

Chapter 5: Crash

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            The Grim Reaper was after me.

            The Grim Reaper was after me!

            That sentence repeated in my head over and over again with the amplitude of a cheerleader screaming into a megaphone.

            "I always get what I want," Death had said to me. It had definitely been a threat, but with this mysterious villain there was no telling whether or not he was being truly threatening or not, when every single word that had come out of his mouth tonight had been laced with menace and cruelty.

            "Not this time," I had snapped back in return. God, what had I been thinking? Challenging a being who was clearly much stronger than me? Who was much more intelligent than me?

            This was insane! I was running--driving away from what I had once thought was a mythical being. A mythical being who was all too real and dangerous. In church I had briefly learned about the Angel of Death. What was his story? Sure, he collected souls. Obviously. But there was some sort of purpose behind such wicked, mismatched eyes. Every angel had its story in many different religions. For example, Lucifer, the Devil, was once God's best angel. His pride got him kicked out of heaven. He began to think he was more amazing than God, and that he was capable of overthrowing him. God, in return, sent Lucifer down into the Gates of Hell...

            "So hot..." Marcy moaned. She was visibly sweating, eyes shut tightly. I leaned over and felt her forehead, then turned the air conditioning on in the car. She started to snore against the passenger window seconds later.

             A set of headlights flashed wildly in my rear view mirror as my mind went elsewhere.

            "Every time," Death had countered after I basically told him he was never getting what he wanted from me. At that point, the temperature of the pool room had plummeted to an all time low. "Every time for much longer than you can comprehend, I have gotten what I wanted. Whether someone gets hurt in the process, is up to you. You will make your decision now. Your mother might have struck the deal, but I want to see your agreement in writing. I want you to physically say that you are mine."

            Mine.

            He wanted me to be his? Why me? Why? And why had my mother ever signed a contract with him to save my life?

            I was nearly hyperventilating when the red Mustang that had been tailing me and flashing their headlights nudged the back of my car. The car jerked forward slightly and I let out a small yelp. Instinctively, I went to press on the break.

            The break wasn't working.                    

            Panic seized my heart and squeezed.  

            The Mustang behind us hit the back of the car again. I slammed my palm into the horn of the car, cursing them out. This time, Marcy jerked awake, sobering up. "What the hell was that? What's going on?"

            "Put your seat belt on! The breaks aren't working and this guy is trying to knock us off the road!"

            "It is on!" Marcy whipped her head over her shoulder. "Why are they trying to knock us off the road? Did you try the emergency break?"