Tails Of Death

My Best Friend Death(Part 1)

The first time I met death, she came for my hamster. It had gotten out and I was in tears looking for it. It had been several days. She was standing in front of the fridge holding the orenge fuzzball. I was five, and somehow I knew that I wouldn't be seeing him again. I wiped a tear away and tugged on the girl's almost black skirt. She looked down, as if suprised at what I did.
"Can I say bye bye?"
Still suprised, she nodded. "umm, sure thing hon."
She mauvered her raven wings and knelt down to hand him to me. After a quick nussle I wispered, " be good for the lady, sprinkles," And handed him back. She chuckled and stood. After a moment she paused and turned around. "Do you wanna see something interesting?"
I tilted my head. "Does 'interesting' mean cool?"
She chuckled. " yea I guess you could say that."
I giggled and she knelt down again. Checking to see if i was waching, she closed her hands over sprinkles. As she opened them again a flurry of sparks overflowed in her hands, showering onto the kitchen floor. I held out my own hands, catching some of the sparks in my hands like water, not paying atention to the intrigued look on her face as i threw the sparks into the air and spun around. By the time i turned back to her she was gone.