It was a normal Saturday in Death City for Soul, who was causally walking around with his hands in his pockets. The spring breeze was nice, and it was Sunny out. He decided to take a shortcut through a quiet street to get to the basketball court where he'd surely find his best friend, Black*Star. As he walked alone, feeling like the coolest guy in the world, he felt a hand on his mouth. He turned his head to see a blonde girl smiling. To defend himself, he turned his arm into a scythe.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Sam?" A girl's voice asked.
"Do you wanna grab him or not?" The girl 'Sam', who had her hand on Soul's mouth hissed.
"Whta rrrr rrrr rah rong?!" Soul yelled into the hand, which meant 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
(A/N: I literally cover my mouth to test what that would sound like haha)
Soul then saw the other girl, her hair was medium length and brown.
"Sorry." She whispered.
Soul's eyes were greeted with a whole lot of pepper spray. He dropped to his knees and squeezed his pained eyes tightly shut. He was trying not to cry, because it wouldn't be cool but it heart like hell. The last he felt was Sam whacking him in the head..