I never pay attention in this class anyway. I rebel against the idea of learning in a class such as History. Instead of paying attention I would read, a way to clear my mind from the previous hour. The teacher begins rambling on about the insignificant things that no one listened to. I look at the cover of my book, that being Darksiders. Death is on the front cover; I let my mind wonder what his face looks like for the hundredth time today.

Death is just so great in my eyes. I love his sarcasm, his voice, everything about him, and I love my father for creating the character, despite the fact that he don't know I exist. I do wish this version of the Horseman was real, though, down to every characteristic, especially his bright amber eyes. I wanted to see them for myself so badly. Deep down, I know that he is just a character, a figment of my father's imagination.

I think.

Some halfway through the class, the intercom rings out, panic in the woman's voice, "Lockdown. This isn't a drill-" She screams, along with a loud splatter. Everyone in the room now looks terrified, including the teacher. The only ones that don't look surprised are Veil and I. She looks over to me with confusion.

Someone twists the doorknob. The teacher silently and frantically directs us to hide in random places in the room. "Go check the other rooms." I hear a low voice say. It sounds familiar…

"Alright, brother. Don't let the children kill you." Now an unfamiliar voice.

"How in the hell did I get assigned to this with you…" The voice hisses.

From the sheer power of whoever was on the other side easily kicks the door out of its hinges with a single blow to the center. The first thing I see is the back of his head, since he walked in with it facing away. Before I even realized who I was looking at, my fangirl mode was kicked into overdrive. What. The Hell. H-He's not real! I know he isn't, he is just a video game character…

Though there he is, standing right in front of me.

He had the two halves Harvester in his hands, just in case, probably. In shock, I begin nudging Veil in the arm, as if to say. Veil. Hey, Veil. Veil, Veil, Veil Veil. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact that, oh, I don't know, MY IDOL IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US.

"I'm not here to cause trouble," Only one thing is going through my mind as he speaks, which is, Hey, Death. Your voice is sexy.

It sounded exactly the same, too! I looked over to Veil, whose face was blending almost perfectly with her blood red hair. I clamp my mouth too keep myself from laughing.

"I am looking for two women somewhere in this facility, by the names of Zada and Veil."

Hey. Hey Veil. Veil. Veil. HE'S LOOKING FOR US.

All of the heads in the room turn towardthe two blushing girls sitting under the table, one being me. "T-They're over there!" One of the popular girls stutters, tears now streaming down her face. "J-Just don't hurt us, please!"

This time, I can't contain myself. As soon as I make eye contact with Veil, we both burst into laughter. Death and I look at each other, and my stomach churns in a way that makes me feel sick to my stomach. I stop laughing and just look at those eyes, the bright orange irises boring into my soul. His expression at first is confusion, and then anger as he knells down in front of us.

"Get up." He hisses through his hidden teeth. I try to stop smiling, but I just can't. When I see him yank Veil to her feet, almost throwing her across the room, I realize the reality of what is going on. Death isn't a nice, loving guy that Veil and I take him as. He's a killer, and if he's looking for us, it's probably to kill us.

…I still can't stop fangirling. Death grabs my arm, cutting off the blood flow in my forearm. In one swift moment, I'm also on my feet and standing next to Veil. The handle of Harvester makes contact with the side of her head, immediately knocking her unconscious. I try to scream, but it was concealed as he did the same to me. Just before I pass out, I try my hardest to remember the look in those eyes.

Xxxxxxxx

"This is a foolish task." The unfamiliar voice from before wakes me up. I pretend to still be unconscious.

"How so?" Death's chest vibrates as he speaks, and I listen to his steady heartbeat. This is not real, I think. I'm probably dead from my damn asthma attack this morning; I'm probably just lying on the concrete where I collapsed.

"We are taking these innocent humans from their homes and to the Council, and to what purpose?"

"It is clear that you weren't listening to the Council's reasoning, Strife."

…Strife?! Damn, Veil is going to be in a chirpy mood when she awakes. The bitter cold winds whip against my face and I shiver, holding myself closer to Death's warmth. Unintentionally, of course… okay, it definitely wasn't unintentional. His hold on me loosens, as if he was going to drop me.

"I do have to agree with you on one level, despite how much I dislike to," He sighs, annoyance in his tone, "These humans are too weak. I will be surprised if they make it to the Council alive."

"That's what we were sent to do, keep them alive for their judgment."

Death chuckles loudly, making my head bob. "We will see how that turns out."

"…right. Though, I still don't understand as to why they would be a threat. They are merely children with a more advanced knowledge on how the Balance works. They're not harmful."

"Does it matter, brother? We were sent to gather these and three more, so why don't you stop talking and let me enjoy the blessed silence, at least until they wake?"

I hear Strife mumble something under his breath. My fangirl mode clicks on, and I have to bite the inside of my lip with enough force to draw blood to keep myself from laughing hysterically. They are quiet for a long moment, until Death breaks the silence with, "Night should be coming soon. For the girls' sake, we better set up camp."

"Forming an attachment already, brother?"

"Would you rather listen to their complaints in the future? They are humans, and you know how they act. Oh, by the way…" Death stops walking and bends down. "I know you are awake."

…Well, this officially got awkward. My eyes snap open as Death harshly sets me on the snow dusted ground. Strife and Death are staring at me intently. My face flushes red and I look down at my fingers before bursting into laugher burying my face in my hands.

"Well," Strife chuckles, "This is certainly not the reaction I was expecting towards you, Death."

I do eventually stop laughing. "Y-Y-You're…"

I notice my best friend's limp body in Strife's arms.

"Veil?!" That was basically the first word I managed to say without sounding like I just inhaled Helium.

"Don't worry." Death mutters. "She's alive, just resting, is all. We will stay here until morning."

Strife sets down Veil next to me and the two brothers walk away. I pull the sleeves of my black sweatshirt over my hands and hold them in front of my mouth in fists. I still don't understand why half of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse have just abducted my best friend and I.

"Just a normal day…" I sigh. Veil sits up slowly, indicating that she is now conscious. Before I could say anything, I hear Strife's voice.

"Oh, good, she's awake." He hisses. "Come, you two."

He turns on his heel. I look over to Veil, and her expression was priceless. The color in her face drained of all color, and her jaw was drooping to the ground. I try to hold back more laugher, but I can't. She doesn't move an inch as I collapse back into the snow.

"I'm hallucinating," She finally says. I can barely hear her over my laugher. "I'm either dead, or imagining this all."

"I'm happy to inform you, that you're not."

"What. The. Hell. Peach."

"I'm serious!"

"Then what are you laughing at?"

"You!" She still is looking at me with confusion. I stand up. "Alright, I will explain. The down side is that we've been abducted-"

"By-"

"Yes. And… I hear that we might not be coming back." She just stares at me blankly. Seconds go by, then a few minutes. "Veil-"

"Are you serious?!" Her face lights up. I flinch from her sudden outburst. "We get to leave?!"

I grab her shoulders. "Calm down-"

"Why would I want to calm down?! We get to leave this place!"

I just laugh. "Alright, just be quiet, Death and Strife aren't exactly-"

"Death's here too?!" She bolts in the direction if where Strife went.

"Veil! Stop!" I yell, and she slows down. I walk up to her, not running; I'm not going to risk an asthma attack. I approach her, Death, and Strife. Of course, she's staring at her idol, and I mine.

Death breaks the silence yet again, gesturing to the small fire. "You must be tired, you two. Why don't you sit down?"

"On account that you hit us over the head-" I cut veil off by nudging her in the arm violently.

"I apologize… um… mister…?" Oh you idiot. I think. Mister Death? You've got to be kidding me! I could have thought of anything besides that! "Or, not… Uh, well…"

"Right." He says loudly. "Well, we will be back soon." He walks up to me, and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Do not move from these spots," His masked face moves closer to my bright red one. "I can sense your souls. If you try to escape, if you try to move… I will find you, and will kill you, despite the Council's orders. Am I understood?"

I try to nod, but I can't, since he has an iron grip on my chin. I just croak out the single word, "Yes."

He lets me go, pushing my head back so I almost fall back onto the ground. "Very well… we will return later."

And then they were gone. I watched as they disappeared into the thick brush. "Well," Veil begins. "That must have been fun."

"Shut it." I start blushing again.

"Well, if that was me and Strife, I would pass out."

"I was trying not to," We both burst into laughter. I huddle as close as I can to the fire.

"I can't believe this has actually happened." Veil says after she calms down.

"Yeah."

"We don't have to deal with school anymore; we don't have to deal with our parents anymore."

"Nope. Not unless they find us."

She starts to chuckle. "Hell, those two would kill them before they were in a ten foot radius!" Now I can't hold back my own smile as I lie down in front of the fire. I immediately feel tired. "Zada?"

"Hmm." I barely acknowledge her words, or the fact that she just called me by my real name.

"…Our idols are holding us hostage."

I let out a snort before I begin laughing hysterically again. Because, despite the horrendous truth to that, we were being held hostage… I'd rather have Death and Strife hunting me down as opposed to anyone else in my life.

Death's POV

"What has gotten into you, brother? Has someone woken up on the wrong side of the grave?"

I sigh at Strife's childish words. "What do you mean?"

"We're abducting them, and you treat them like animals! You could show them the slightest respect-"

"They're humans, brother. Do you think they are showing any respect to us?"

"Oh, will you lighten up-"

I stop, and it one swift movement, Strife is up against a nearby tree and Harvester inches away from his neck. "Listen to me, damn you. I am saying that we are here to collect these children, as I have said, and nothing more. Will you stop questioning my way on how I treat the prisoners, and just get the task over with?!"

He just grumbled and pushed the scythe away. He, for the rest of the time, walked in front of me, which I didn't mind. I think Strife might be right, through, that I am being a bit harsh. But there's something about the girl, Zada. Something about her, it just makes me angry. I don't know what it is.

But I intend to find out.

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