Two Broken Souls

Jeff The Cocky Killer And More

Death roars with anger. So stupid! He let he boy get to her first! She wasn’t supposed to die! Dang it all! Death lets out a long stream of cuss words and steps over the dead boy’s body, to hers. The light had healed most of her neck, and he felt quite dizzy from the power use. He stepped over to her, and knelt down in front of her. Her entire body was covered in hers, and the boy’s blood. He grumbled and picked her up, slinging her sleeping body into his arms. He spread his wings from under his dark cape and took off into the night sky.

Wind. Ah, how nice the wind felt in my dream. I dreamed I was flying, and an angel was carrying me. I felt tearing pain seer through my body as I let a small smile, slip onto my face. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around. An angel was carrying me… Ha… Dreams… I looked up at his face. He wasn’t like other angels. His wings were dark and there were black marks on his face. His eyes were a deep green and his hair covered part of his face. I shakily reached a hand up and brushed the hair from his eyes. The angel’s eyes darted down, looking at me in shock and wonder. My hand trailed down his face, running over the marks. Then he did something I never thought an angel would do. He let out a small whimper and part growl. My eyes widened in fear. This wasn’t a dream…

I let out a small cry of fear. A fallen angel… Carrying me… The events of today rushed back into my memory. What’s going to happen to me? Will he hurt me? Why am I not dead?! I was dying… I touched my throat. Just a scar… I whimpered again.

The angel let out a sigh. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m trying to save you…You probably have a lot of questions… But you will have to wait. Sleep Natalie.” His voice was so soothing… I felt my eyes getting heavy. I wasn’t tired a second ago… I looked into the angels deep green eyes for the last time, then I let my body and mind go to rest.

Death’s heart was pumping fast. He looked down at her sleeping body and his heart fluttered. “Why is this happening?!” He cries out to the silent night sky. She was supposed to live… Now he made her immortal! Part of his soul lives in her… He’s never felt this bond with anyone before. He could practically see her thoughts and feeling clearly, just by looking in her eyes. Now, how would she react to an all new life? Being connected to him? He’s Death… No one will enjoy to be around him… Death’s heart sunk slightly. He growled at himself for being so dumb, and that it didn’t matter, he didn’t care. Death just lied to himself.

Death swoops around the night sky, until he spots the familiar site. The large forest was dense and a dark green, with no bare trees in site. The whole ground was covered in lush green grass and trees, until you reached the tower. There was a large abandoned watch tower, which Slender used. It was a pale black with pieces falling off. The roof was charred from the fire that ensued years ago. You could still smell the smell of charred flesh and bones from the tower. Death wrinkles his nose, as he flies over it. He coughs slightly from the smell and drifts downward slightly. Finally he spotted what he wanted to.

The mansion loomed over the dense forest, the roof just peeking over the edge of the trees. It was a dark black, and well taken care of. All the windows had black flowers peeking out of a flower pot on the window sills. The grass was kept at exactly three inches, thanks to The Rake and his long calls and his habit to become bored easily. There was a cobblestone path going up to the large medieval wooden doors in the front. A large pond rested behind the house, glistening brightly from the moons dim light. Death could make out three figures in the water, and he knew exactly who they were. Jeff, Melody, and Eyeless Jack.

Jeff was a real ‘piece of work’ to Death. Death always came up with horrible nicknames for him. Period Mouth, was one of his favorites to call him, because of his cut smile. Jeff had always been a real snot to Death. Constantly wanting to pick a fight, to show how ‘strong’ he was. Death knew Jeff was the strongest at the mansion. Well, after himself of course. One thing that burned Death’s blood, was how Jeff was so full of himself. Death knew he could be to, but not as much as Jeff! Jeff got is stuck up attitude from the fact, that he’s a famous killer with many fan-girls, and frankly fan-boys too. Death snickered to himself at the thought of Jeff being attacked by a fan-boy.