Light and Dark (JenLisa)

The Scythe (part 1)

"20 minutes is up."

The melodic female voice resounded with an accompanying yawn.

"Is it twenty already?"

The young man replied with a yawn as he snuggled comfier to his couch.

"Mhmm. Get your butt off the couch, let's go."

She commandingly replied. However seemingly having no intention of getting up herself.

"I'll get off after you."

The young man said, refusing to get up first.

"Hmmm."

The two of them stayed still. The clock ticks further yet the two of them refused to move a muscle.

"We're going to hell."

"Yup. That's sort of guaranteed already."

They both took a deep sharp breath. Remembering they were going to disobey a master whichever choice they choose.

"I wonder who gets to be the warden this time."

She sighed, as though she's already surrendered to her fate.

"Probably still him." He replied.

"Hmmm.. if he's around then she would be too."

"They're inseparable."

"They're partners."

"Everybody's got a partner."

"Unlucky me."

"Unlucky you."

There was yet again a few seconds of silence.

"Except for her." The lady broke the silence.

"I've never seen her with a partner before." She continued.

"Death?"

"Collaboration and partnership are two very different things."

"Life, then. They're always together."

"Friendship."

"How's that so different from partnership?"

The room fell into silence as an answer was not heard after the question was asked. And a few seconds later..

"We better move."

She says as she lifts herself off from the wonderful comfort of the couch, stretching her arms upwards to further wake herself up.

"Alright then."

He gets up smoothly as well.

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Aaaaarrggghhh!!

The driver screamed as he yet again missed another attempt to hit the blonde haired woman.

BANG!

Lisa casually tilts her head to the left as another bullet narrowly misses the back of her head.

"This is getting boring"

She says with an uninterested face as she kicks the side of his right knee after repeatedly dodging both his fists and the bullets shot by the commander who's heavily sweating and trembling at the side.

Crack!

The driver falls to his good knee as the other one breaks upon the blonde's kick.

Thud!

His head hits the ground as he shivers.

His left arm is bent at an awkward angle.