I am finally starting to post my second book! It is still in the works, but I will post what I can so far. I've also begun the final book to the series as well. As soon as the blockage of my mind bulbs gets fixed, I will start posting more stories too.

I don't own anything, but the story idea. All rights goes to natural owners.

Prologue

In the still of the night,

I held you, held you tight,

'Cause I love you, love you so,

Promise I'll never let you go,

In the still of the night (in the still of the night)...

How many times had he heard this song since it came out in the 50's? He couldn't remember. Hmph! Kind of ironic in a way. He'd been alive for so long that his mind could recall any event in history and every single detail about it since he became immortal. Each moment up to a minute of it happening, yet he can't tell you how many times he heard it play.

He downed his soda and asked the bartender for another. "Troubles chief?" he asked as he poured the man another glass.

"Nah. Just celebrating before going back to work next week, Death," said the man in a deep, throaty voice as he took his drink and sipped a little. The skeleton stared at his customer for the sarcasm, then dropped it.

"So what place you going to work at now? Hunts? Madam Winnters?"

"I'm going back to work at that park, again."

"Maellard's park? The one built on a historical battlefield to mark their history?"

"That's the one." The big man drank down his soda and laid it back down on the counter. Death was about to reach for it to refill it, but the man waved it away and shook his head. "I can't deal with any more tonight." Death takes it away. The man gives a sigh. "It doesn't quite give me the buzz like alcohol used to, but I do have a tolerance to how much I can stand."

Death grinned at that and it was very rare to see the skeleton smile. Especially at this particular man. "Okay, what do you have planned?" The bag of bones looked back at the man and shrugged with a 'I don't know what you're talking about' innocent look.

"I know that face, Death. Do you know something that's going to happen to me? I know you've been after my soul since forever, but you ain't getting me any time soon." The man stretches as he stood and took out his wallet. "It'll be 15 for the sodas right?" he asks as he puts down money.

Death nods and watches the muscular man start to head for the door then started giggling. "What?" the man asks as he stares back.

"Are you sure you want to go back to the park? And at this particular time?"

"You can try to scare me all you want, but like I said, I've been around for a long time. You got nothing on me. I'll be fine like always." Then the big white yeti exits.

Death grins devilishly, "We'll see, Skips. We will see."

Prologue done son! I'm sorry my brain is all *Spits razzberries*, I can't spell.

MG: Guess who else is back bitches!

Me: U Promised you wouldn't do this this time!

MG: I crossed my FINGERSSSSSS!

Me: Ohhhhhhhh...

*In the still of the night- The Five Satins