Hello hello! Here once again with a second chapter of Becoming Death. This is where her full trasformation takes place! Hope you like it and if you have any questions that you would like me to ask, feel free to leave a review.

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Becoming Death

Chapter 2

Anzu woke up surrounded by darkness. So this is what death was like, just nothing. She tried to get up but a wave of pain flooded through her, stopping her. Looking over herself she saw the blood and the wounds from the car that hit her.

Why was she still like this? Wasn't death supposed to be free of this stuff? Pain, bitterness, hate . . . weren't these emotions supposed to disappear as if they never existed?

Anzu . . .

She looked around, someone had called her name. Just barely above a whisper, but someone was calling out to her.

Anzu . . . over here, Anzu . . .

The voice faded away again. Slowly, she got up. Her body screamed bloody murder, but despite the pain she got up and followed the voice.

Just a little closer Anzu, you're almost there . . .

"Who's there? Show yourself!" she yelled out into the darkness. Gritted her teeth together, trying to get past the pain she walked on. The shadows around her parted, creating a small path. She walked along it, after a few minutes she came to a clearing of black space, of nothing. The shadows curled around her like fire, reaching out to her.

A lone figure stood at the other end, a figure she knew!

"You! I saw you at school!" she said, pointing an accusing finger at the large, dark figure.

"Yes, that was I."

Anzu narrowed her eyes, his accent sounded old, not to mention he talked like those who lived in the old age. "Who are you?" she hissed.

"Who do I look like child?" the dark figure snapped, showing a scythe. Anzu was tempted to say something smart like, 'Oh, so you're a dead farmer?' but she knew who this figure was, and what he could do to her.

"Death." She hissed.

"Correct, Anzu Mazaki."

"Shouldn't I be running in a field of flowers right now? Not a care in the world?"

"That is not what Death does."

"What are you-" but she stopped. She started to feel a sinking feeling in her stomach. "No."

"Yes, you will be the next Death, Anzu. Nothing you say or do will change my decision."

"No! I don't want to be, you can't make me!" she snarled. Anzu turned around and ran as fast as her legs would take her. Pain flared, but it was lost in the adrenalin rush. The shadows parted for her, not bothering to fight her.

"No! Stop her!" Death snarled. His voice seemed to be coming from everywhere.

The shadows curled around her, but not hurting her, and lifted her up off the ground, stopping her from running. Death appeared before her, she could feel the triumph rolling off him.

"Nice try, but in the end, you are Death." And with that, he touched his scythe to her forehead.

Anzu's breath hitched in her throat as a pain flashed through her body, but this pain . . . was beyond pain. She couldn't scream, but she wanted to. It was filling her up, from her finger tips to her toes. She could feel every muscle screaming, even her hair hurt! Was that possible? For hair to hurt?

Then, like a slow beating drum, she felt the pain pulse, as if it had a life of its own. That's when she screamed. Her skin and back seemed to be on fire. She sounded like an animal howling in the eternal night that she was surrounded in.

She looked down at the ground and gave a chocked cry of fear. The ground looked like ink. Like a black sea . . .

Suddenly the ink rose up and connected to her skin. It felt as if she was getting shots, all over her. The pain was gone now, except for the pain in her back, her skin felt fine. Looking down, she nearly screamed again, and this time, in fear.

She was covered in tattoos. Anzu could see people dying in them, fear, pain, illness . . . everything that was connected to Death, was in the tattoos. But she could not ignore the beauty in them too. They started at her eyes, looking like black tears. They curled in impossibility beautiful designs that no man could make. They were on her arms, legs, and no doubt, they were on her torso too.

A ripping sound brought her out of her concentration on the tattoos. It wasn't a normal ripping sound . . . it was the sound of skin ripping. Pain exploded in her and she heard a whooshing sound. Looking over her shoulders she saw wings.

They looked like a demon's wings with blackish-gray feathers coated with her blood. They looked caught between an angel's wings and a demon's wings.

The shadows called to her, whispering her name. She turned to them to see a mini twister in front of her. It disappeared, leaving behind a scythe . . . her scythe. It was jagged and beautiful; the blade had a hint of blue. The handle seemed to be a mirror image of her tattoos, beautiful and yet horrifying. Three skulls hung off it, like chime bells, only these chimed of deaths, not the morning wind.

The original Death stared at the new scythe in shock. With the memories that he had once had of the past Deaths, he had never seen such a scythe before. He took a step back and turned to leave, but he was too late.

The dark shadows curled around him like a twister, picking him up and flinging him to the ground, holding him there. "So, you really thought that I was going to let you go? After what you did to me? Keep dreaming spirit!" she laughed.

The spirit shivered in fear, maybe he should have gotten her at a different time and not now when she was filled with such hate. Of course, having second thoughts now was a bit too late.

"Tell me, before I kill you. Why me, hmm?"

"Th-the blood choose you because of your ability! I had someone else in mind but I cannot go against the blood of Death!" he whispered. Anzu's eyes narrowed dangerously as she walked up to him.

"You had someone different in mind? Now that I have the memories I know that you can override the Blood's choice, so why did you pick me?" she snarled.

"Because the one that I had in mind would not hold up the line of Death as you will! They would not have an ability to kill Gods and Goddesses!"

The air seemed to freeze as he finished. He looked back to see that her eyes now looked like ice. "Are you telling me," she hissed. "That I was chosen over that ability alone?" she shrieked.

"No! That's not what I-" but that's was all he got to say before a black bolt of lightning hit him, dissolving him into a fine dust. Anzu stared at the dust before a small giggle escaped her lips. That small giggle turned into a mad laugh.

"So, the line wants me to be Death, huh," she giggled. "Then so be it!" Her laughter echoed through the darkness as it mirrored her emotions.

Just to let you know, she doesn't go insane, she's just really mad. hees hees!

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