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   "Then why not go to sleep?" A lazy, bored tone asked.
   I nearly jumped through the window.
   I snapped my head to face where the voice came from.
   I heard my own neck crack, and the shadow seemed to wince at the sound, "Jeez kiddo, take it easy." He mumbled, leaning on what appeared to be a scythe. He stood in the corner of the room, on the other side of my bed.
   A skeletal hand held the scythe as he propped himself upright. The entire upper half of his body was so immersed in shadow, I couldn't make out what his face looked like.
   "Who the frick are you?" I demanded.
   "Names' Death." He replied painfully, lazily, casually, calm.
   "Oh... oh-ho-ho, Ah-uh, no, you ain't taking Zoe, I won't let you." I said, sliding to her bedside, between her and Death.
   Death sighed, "Kid you can't stop Death. No one has. Except for that one time. But that was a long time ago."
   "We'll this might just be the second time." I snapped.
   Two eye lights, what appeared to be his "eyes" stared back at me.
   His shoulders shook, and he appeared to be closing his eyes.
   He was laughing.
   That fricker was laughing at me.
   "Oh... that's funny-
   Yeeted a pillow into his face, startling him.
   I lunged over my bed and hecking tackled the Reaper to the floor.
   I threw him face down onto the ground, where he went down with a grunt, pinned his arm behind his back and shoved my knee on the center of his back...bone? Holy shit. This guy was a skeleton.
   With his cheek pressed against the floor, I could see half of his face.
   "Aww, your pretty adorable for the Reaper." I teased.
   "Shut the hel- OW, WHAT THE FUCK!?"
   I dislocated the arm holding the scythe, the arm popped out of place, since he had no muscle to hold it in its socket.
   I leaped up, in the process flinging the comforter from my bed on top of him, hoping it would buy me some time.
   I grabbed the scythe and ran.
   Out the window.
   Glass shattered as I leaped out, and landed on the porch's roof below.
   Thankfully, the roof didn't collapse beneath me.
   I jumped off the roof of the porch, taking a small tumble when I landed, got back up and....
   I kept running, until I was in the forest behind the house.
   I heard yelling to stop coming from behind me, which was a ways away.
"Nope nope nope nope nope nope nopenope nope nope...!"
   I dodged trees and leapt over roots and stones.
   Let me tell you.
   Running in raw forest area is hell.
   There's tangled bush everywhere, which I crashed through frequently and earned myself quite a few cuts and scratches.
   I was running on pure adrenaline.
   I kept going for who knows how long.
   I actually almost fell into a lake.
   It was surrounded by thick forest, and lit up by the quarter moon, and the lake glittered.
   Probably would have had a more romantic feel if I wasn't being chased by-
   SHIT, I HAD TO HIDE THE SCYTHE.
   I panicked and looked around, and spotted a medium sized tree with its roots immersed into the lake, as if it where trying to reach the bottom. It leaned over the lake at an angle, it's branches reaching out over the water, enough so I could climb up and hide if need be.
   I dashed over, and looked at the sturdy roots submerged in the water until I found a crevice in them, where I slid the scythe underwater and out of sight, where it lodged into place.
   I smirked, and scrambled up the tree, until I was high in the branches.
   Just as I got situated and quiet, a shadowy, tattered mass of robe and bone burst through the tree line and stopped at the waters of the lake, where he started frantically scanning the area, in an obvious panic.
   He was practically spouting curses, though, not really directed at me.
   It was more like he was blaming himself.
   After ten minutes of him zipping around, even looking around the tree a couple times, he slowed down, then tiredly slumped onto the grass a couple yards from the tree, hugging his knees and letting his shoulders sag in a pathetic manner.
   His breathing calmed, and panic slowly turned to despair.
   Jeez. I guess I should've known the scythe was sentimental.
   Should I...
   Should I go down there and give it back?
   Give it back... or keep hiding?