Shit, my head... the last thing I remember is Clarke telling me to sit down. Where am I? Everything's black. Am I dead? Oh my god. Of course I died because of Chancellor Jaha. 'Oh, let's save our own asses by sending a 100 of our children to a radioactive wasteland. They'll be fine!' Idiot.
Welcome, Desiree.
Did someone just talk?
You're okay. Don't worry. You've been given a second chance.
Who are you?
You're familiar with me. But let's save the introductions for later. I've claimed two of your own on the dropship, and I'm sure they'll be more. Considering you're 98 reckless teenagers in the wild with no supplies.
What the hell? What's going on?
Too many questions... Your kind is quite annoying. I might just scrap this plan and claim your soul. Your choice.
Alright, alright! I'll stop. But you have to answer one question. Who are you?
Bold of you to bargain with Death. However, I'll comply. I am the Soul Keeper, a celestial being burdened with the task of collecting the spirits of all beings. I was promised power and fortune if I am to take the title, but was deceived. If I stop collecting, the mischevious spirits will stay wandering the universe, reaking havoc and ending it in turn.
It gets boring. All I ever do, day and night, is claim the dead. Until now. I've decided to have a little fun. You were supposed to die on that dropship. However, you're the perfect candidate for a little game I call 'Ten Days'.
I won't be a part of your sick game.
I expected that response. I've collected several of your loved ones throughout the years, causing you to create a barrier and refuse to keep anyone close to you.
You don't believe in love. But what if I told you your soulmate is in your very camp.
You have ten days to find them or I will take back what's mine; your soul.
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kissing death. || the 100 fanfiction
Roman pour Adolescents"you have 10 days to kiss your true love. or the only kiss you'll get is from death."
