10 years ago.....

December 23rd, 2003

Alleyway

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Three young children are walking through an alleyway to go home. They decided on this to save time.

Talking, laughing, and having fun amongst themselves.

So far, it's been great..... so far.

"So, what are you guys doing this Christmas Break?" The middle one asked.

"I'm going to a really fancy resort!" The tallest one said, excitedly.

"Lucky! I'll be visiting my cousins in the country. I don't like them, but they're still family. Ya know?" The shortest said.

"I'll be spending Christmas here. With my mom and dad. Well, my mom anyways. My dad's still working." He frowned slightly.

"My dad's always been busy. He works with a really big company..." He stopped, and realized that they were on the sidewalk.

"Hey! We just have to cross here to get home!" The short one said, happily.

"Yeah... It's getting a little cold." The tallest one shivered, and pulled his jacket closer to him.

"Let's cross the street quickly!" The tall one and the short one dashed across the street, barely making it.

"Come on!! You can make it!"

"Yeah! You've laughed Death in the face before! Hurry!"

The young boy thought to himself 'I have done more scary stuff than this... Maybe Death is avoiding me.

Little did he know, Death was watching over him. Planning something sinister.

The boy looked both ways before crossing. He made sure, just in case.

Death chuckled to himself. "You dare mock me, boy. I'll show you who's laughing now!" He possesed a semi-truck to head towards him at a dangerous speed.

"Hey!! LOOK OUT!!"

At that moment, time seemed to slow down. The boy saw who was laughing now. He stared at Death in the face, petrified.

"Do you want to live?" Death asked.

"Yes! I don't want to die!" He said, frightened.

"Then take this!" Death dashed forward, and passed through him.

A glowing green mark could be seen in the middle of his chest. He felt a strange sensation.It was unlike anything he felt before.

But, that didn't stop the truck.

A loud screeching was heard, along with the crunch of metal, and the splattering of blood.

His friends cried out, and ran to where he was crushed. "There was no way, he could have survived that!"

"We need to call the police!"

And so, they did. While the ambulance came to operate on the young boy's body, 7 figures could be seen, on the top of a building. One of them was looking through a telescope.

"Is he the one?" The tall figure asked.

The girl who looked through the telescope nodded. "Yeah. I can see the mark he was given."

"I guess that means we'll be visiting him often." The pale one smiled from ear to ear, branding a kitchen knife.

"What is Death planning?" The girl asked herself, before each of them disappeared.