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Sunlight shines down on my eyelids but I don't feel like getting up. After a few minute of enduring the blinding sun, I sit up and rub my eyes for about three minutes.
"Rise and shine, Cleo," says a young demonic voice.
I try to remove my hands from my eyes but I'm frozen again. "He's not much of a threat unless you're vulnerable. Unlike moi. You see, you can't think of fear when you're around him. He feeds on fear . . .," says Blades voice in my head. I quickly think of something nice and I see the beautiful sun and hear the sweet harmony of nature.
I'm able to wiggle my fingers and I get feeling in my arms.
"Wow, your figuring out my little trick, aren't you Cleo?" Dr. Death is now standing over me. I can't see his eyes but I do make out a pale nose. It's perfectly shaped but I quickly go back to thinking about nature.
"You don't scare me you style-less freak," I say casually.
"Mr. Winters told you that didn't he? A sarcastic fellow, that one is. His sarcasm reminds me so much like Deadpool's," he says handsomely.
"Where's Sam?" I ask tonelessly.
"Oh, he's a bit. . .tied up," he says and I look around my hut and see Sam struggling in tight silver ropes. We lock eyes and he tries to speak but his mouth is covered with the same rope material.
"That's nice. So, where is Blade? I hope he is hunting for breakfast," I say and try to look for Dr. Death's eyes but don't succeed.
"Well he did leave earlier. It's possible he's distracted by my little friend."
An image materializes in my head of Blade being cut by a flying. . .shadow? It screeches as it flies down on him. He throws his daggers and slices the shadow in half with his bare hands. But it reforms and-
Before I can see more the image blurs. I try my best to think of happy things but not too many happy things happened in my lifetime. Except for that one time when I caught two dozen squirrels. They tasted so good. . .
"Wow, nice shadow. What do you call it?" I say in my casual tone.
"I call her Screech. A very wicked girl indeed. However, let us talk fear. What are you scared of, Cleo?"
"Certainly not of you. I'm not scared of anyone or anything," I say proudly.
"Oh, really?" Death says mischievously.
I feel something coil around my legs but I still can't move my lower body. I would grab my bow but it's on the floor near Sam's feet. Sam looks at me with wide frightened eyes and starts to shake his head and scream. But his screams are muffled from the ropes. Water rolls down my cheeks and soak the hems of my skirt.
"Poor Cleo. It's such a pity to see you morn for your dear Sam. And I'm pretty sure your heart morns for Mr. Winters also," says Dr. Death.
"Shut up!" I scream, and I keep on screaming until Death orders a Nome to tie my mouth and body. Its grimy, sticky fingers make me want to barf.
The same ropes used for Sam are used on me.
The four feet tall Nome picks me up and carries on its back outside. He places me down but holds me tightly. I immediately smile when I see Winter holding a young girl in dark clothes by the neck. He's panting and his suit is still regenerating. I barely catch the color of mocha skin. He laughs insanely and I giggle.
"I think I broke your girlfriend Dr. Lunatic," says Winter and lifts the girl to show her broken form. "Sorry," he says teasingly.
"Blade!" Dr. Death-I mean-Dr. Lunatic yells. He lifts his hand in a fist and the ground under Blade's feet catches on fire.
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Life Catcher
Teen FictionErik Winter's adventure has eneded but life isn't through with him yet. A sequel to Winter's Beggining, Life Catcher is an adventure about a lost being with no knowledge of her previous life. She lives in the dense forests of Canda living off of squ...
