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What if he’s hurt? What if—No. I can’t think like that. Just keep moving.
I push down my fear and turn the corner, sprinting for the front door.
Every part of my brain is telling me to turn around and run away, but every part of my heart is telling me to continue. To save the one I love.
I open the door as quietly as I can and sneak into the house.
His eerie menacing voice sends shivers racing down my spine. “Oh, how I’ve dreamed of getting revenge on the man who destroyed my scythe.”
My eyes are darting around as I desperately look for a weapon. That lamp? An umbrella? A key? What the heck is the best household item to bring into battle with an undead monster?
That’s when I see his scythe laying in the hallway.
“But first, I’m going to make you watch as I torture your girl.”
I hurry over and swallow hard as I reach for it.Ah!My hand flies back as my skin sears. It’s like trying to pick up a glowing charcoal briquette. It’s burning hot.
“No,” Grim growls back. “I won’t let you.”
Grim needs my help now. I can hear the pain in his voice. I can feel it in my heart.
It has to be now.
I grit my teeth and grab the scythe off the ground. It hisses and smokes as it burns my flesh, but I suck down the pain and rush into the kitchen. It’s been destroyed. All my cupboards are cracked and broken, but I don’t care about that right now.
The Reaper is holding Grim by the hair, relishing the pain and anguish he’s causing. He’s beaten up pretty badly and leaking blood from a bunch of cuts and gashes.
“And how the fuck are you going to stop me?”
The pain in my hands is unbearable, but seeing Grim gives me strength.
“I’ll stop you.”
The Reaper turns and his horrifying face drops in shock when he sees me with his weapon.
I swing it as hard as I can and the curved blade slices into his stomach.
His dreadful eyes widen as he looks down at his lacerated cloak and the fresh gash on his gray skin. Before he can let out a scream, his body breaks and cracks in on itself, imploding into a tight ball before disappearing with a boom.
I toss the scythe onto the ground and gasp at my singed hands. They’reburning.
Grim tries to get up, but he stumbles and falls onto the ground, smacking his head on my tiles.
“Grim!” I scream as I rush over to him, ignoring the pain in my hands. I shake him but he doesn’t wake up.
“Don’t leave me, Grim,” I say as his eyes fall closed. His face stills. “Grim!Grim!!”
Oh no. What do I do? Call an ambulance? How the hell are doctors going to fix an undead being? Do Reapers have an ambulance service?
I pull him onto his back, kneel beside him, and cup his face.
“Please don’t go,” I whisper as my tears trickle down onto him. I kiss his lips, hoping this is not our last kiss. I’m not sure if it’s my imagination, but his lips feel like they’re already getting cold.
“Don’t leave me,” I beg. “You can’t… I love you, Grim. I love you.”
Energy crackles through the air.
I gasp as I look down at my kitchen floor. It’s splitting into giant cracks like an earthquake is ripping right through my property.
