To Kill Death

To Kill Death

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Would you try to kill Death? .... "I don't Purchase living humans, governess." He says, his hands resting on the table between us. "I'm not asking you to purchase me. I need a place to stay and you've got more than enough room. The rent would be paid in the form of my life, of course." I reply. "The living don't last three months down here, sweetheart." "We'll see. Regardless, as the widow of the general, I have nothing more to lose." I remind him. As confident as I sound, I know I really may lose my soul trying to pull my little stunt. However, this is my only option, the only way for me to see my husband again. And I'm not one to fear death, not when I know his dirty little secret.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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