Life Catcher

Chapter Seven: Just Plain Evil

7.

I turn around to be greeted by a whole gang of Nomes. They've managed to circle around us and the obvious leader is a tall dark figure in a cloak as black as the night sky. Its face is hidden by the shadow of its hood. Its hands are covered with gloves as dark as his cloak. Its cloak flows to the ground and fades to a color as red as blood.

I can't even tell if it has feet. To its left is the four-foot tall Nome I scared away earlier. The Nome grunts and seems to be smiling devilishly.

I can't take my bow out. Not only because I'm holding Sam, but also because I can't move. Just looking at the demonish figure freezes me in fear. I probably couldn't move if I tried.

It lifts its hands slowly and I here Sam grunt in pain. I try to speak but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. I try to look back where the guy is but I can't even move my head. A shiver passes through my body and Sam drops to the ground. I hear stuggling behind me but I'm frozen. I train my eyes on the demon and he tilts his head slowly to the left, which freaks me out.

"Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" says a young male voice in my head. Its tone is sinister and dark.

"Well?" he says and laughs evilly. "Or are you speachless? You know Cleo; I've been chasing you for weeks now. These useless creatures report to me you're too powerful. But I guess if you want something done you have to do it yourself."

"Stop," I manage to say in my head. The voice laughs louder which sends a shot of pain through my body.

"Why should I? You're so fun to toy with," is the demons response.

I hear thunder and see a flash of lightning.

Then a blurr nocks into the demons side sending him about ten yards away. My eyes focus on the guy who I "fought" earlier.

"Dude, you need a serious makeover. Try a pink wig or maybe some high heels. That would be nice," the guy says in a teasing tone. He is holding his weird shapped daggers, spinning them proudly.

"Silence!" Yells the demon and his voice sends the guy slamming into a tree, but he manages to use the tree as a trampoline that's sends him flying back. The guy stabs the demon in the stomach but the devil just laughs.

"Your very brave Winter, but you'll have to try harder," says the devil who punches the so-called Winter in the gut, sending him into a tree. The force of Winter makes the five-story tree split and fall to the ground with a loud thump. Winter grunts on the impact but jumps out of the crater he just formed, and takes out both of his swords and twists them and circles.

I'm amazed he is still standing because there are huge splinters in his body. They fall out as his skin regenerates. The weird thing is the holes in his suit also reform to their perfect white color.

"Wow, a healing factor. Impressive," says the young demonic figure in an impressed tone, which is on his feet. Dark red blood flows from his wound but heal quickly. I do manage to spot pale skin before his cloak reforms too.

"But mine works more efficiently," the demon says proudly. "Let's see you heal from this," he says and lifts his hands slowly.

I feal and hear crackling from the ground and three large trees materializes from the forests and they rocket toward Winter.

They topple on him and there is a sickening silence. I want to help him but my body wont respond, so I wait there hoping I don't get crushed. I move my eyes, which are the only things I can move, to look at Sam who is struggling to get up.

"Aw, poor Blade. He was a good fellow. His sence of humor will truly be admired," says the demon happily.

"You freak!" I yell out, happy to hear my own voice again.

"Why thank you, Cleo. I bet you would just love to join Winter-Blade in his painful death!" he says.

"Who are you!?" I say and manage to move my arms, but it hurts too.

"I'm death itself. I'm your worse nightmare. Ha, I'm the one who killed your parents. Poor folks. They only wanted their poor little girl to be safe from harm. From me. So they agreed their life for yours, but with consequences. Your memory!"

"Shut up! You're lying!" I scream.

His hands stretch toward me and pain shoots to my head. I hear myself scream and blood starts to come from my nose down my face. I taste the salty blood mingled with tears and hear my self-scream again.

"Poor, poor Cleo. To bad I'll have to break my little deal with your parents and kill you. Unless you come with me of course. Cleo I-"

"What!? Why in Hell's name would I come with you . . . You lunatic!"

"What a shame. Nevertheless, it is okay. Sam will join you shortly. See you in the afterlife," he says and begins to close his hands into a fist.

I scream from the unbearable pain in my chest. But it only grows worse. I hear Sam scream but I can't make out the words because my ears are clogged with blood.

Then I hear a muffled crackle and see a white blurr knock into death itself and he falls to the ground. The pain in my body leaves just as quickly as it came. I fall to the ground but I am caught by what must be Sam.

"I got ya," he says in a strained voice.

"Blade," I hear myself croak.

"It's okay, he's kicking devil butt," he says with sudden hope in his voice. "He somehow survived. Oh, know who he reminds me of? Deadpool. He looks like him except Winter's suit is white and-"

"Shut up," I croak and black out.

Can't find a good guy actor for Dr. Death. Please help!!!