When Veil and I finished eating, we traveled on foot for a while. Death kept his distance from me, and at this point, I could care less. He is still my idol, I can still look up to him, and I just have to keep my distance if doing so. He's always staring, though being more secretive about it, looking away just in time, thinking I won't notice, but I do. I don't mind anymore; he's my idol! I shouldn't care.

When the day comes to a close and night falls, we don't stop; Veil and I are rested enough to travel overnight. She walks dangerously close to Strife, talking and laughing with him. I curiously glance at her every so often, but nothing more. I keep my eyes on the path ahead, listening to the crunch of the snow as I walk. A long while later, when I basically felt like I was dragging myself across the ground, I pull my music out and put the headphones on. I refuse to ask if we can stop. I just have to keep moving… the music keeps me awake, but just barely. I take a deep breath of the frozen air, but as I inhale, my lungs make a loud wheeze. I reach into my sweatshirt pocket and grabbed the small blue inhaler and took in a large amount of the medicine. My lungs clear, and I can breathe freely again. I turn up the volume up and smile.

The temperature rises as morning comes, making it where It's not necessary to shiver like mad. We stop around nine o' clock to make a fire, and I lie down immediately. I can't sleep, I don't know why, but I don't care. I just want to close my eyes for a bit, as long as I could, really, to regain my dwindling strength. My surroundings are completely unrecognizable, and that scared me on a whole new level. I'm used to the small town in northern England; I've never traveled, never left my hometown. I haven't thought about it, either, ever since what happened to my mother, I haven't taken it into consideration.

I forced the thoughts out of my head with an obvious cringe. Death's head snaps over in my direction; only now was I realizing that he was sitting right next to me. Close, too. My heart jumps and I sit up, moving farther away from him. I look to the opposite side of the fire and see that Veil and Strife are gone, probably hunting. I move one half of the headphones away from my ears so I can hear him.

"What is it?" Death asks, for the first time actually sounding concerned. That scares me a little.

"Nothing," I spit back.

He rolls his big orange eyes and says, "I can tell that it is definitely not nothing-"

"Why do you care, Death?"

We have another long stare down. My nails dig into my palms in frustration. He just won't leave me be! The song Savior by Black Veil Brides comes on. My eyes soften unintentionally and I look down, pulling my nails out of my now bleeding hands. I hear Death's muffled voice, but I ignore it by turning it up to the point where it hurt my ears, letting the acoustic guitar overpower me.

Death moves closer to me. I put both of my hands over the headphones, pushing them closer to my ears, therefore making it louder. Just as the lyrics were about to begin, the music ceases with an audible static pop.

I look down to see my phone is missing. The headphones are unplugged. I rip them off of my ears and hear, muffled but loud, "So hear my voice, remind you not to bleed…"

"HEY!" I yell at Death, who is holding my phone up to his ear. Without thinking about what I'm doing, I lunge forward from my sitting position and tackle him to the ground. He lets out a grunt in surprise as he makes contact with the snow. I try to grab the phone, but it's just out of my reach.

"I've never heard anything like this." He says under his breath. His fascination made me stop reaching for the phone and collapse in laughter on his chest. Death puts it back up to his ear and I hear, "So here I write my lullaby, to all the lonely ones. Remember as you learn to try, to be the one you love. So I can take this pen, and teach you how to live, what is left unsaid, the greatest gift I give…"

"What's the matter with you?!" I scream, trying not to laugh.

"…you have strange taste in music-"

"Yes, I know! Everyone says that." Reluctantly, he hands it back. I met his eyes and just let myself get lost it them. They're just so beautiful, yet terrifying. I want to move, but I'm frozen. Instead I just clench my fist and set it on the side of his arm. He narrows his fiery orange eyes slightly as he scans my bright green ones.

"What the-?" Veil. Damn it, I'm screwed. "Peach?"

As quickly as humanly possible, I climb off of Death's chest and sit back down normally on the ground as far away as I can from Death while still being able to feel the heat of the fire. I swear, Veil has the smuggest and accusing grin on her face that I have ever seen her have, and it slightly pisses me off. I widen my eyes at her, hoping that she'll get the hint to not say anything. But of course, being Veil, she doesn't.

"I didn't mean to… interrupt anything…" She giggles. Before she can say anything more, I shoot to my feet and walk towards her, grabbing her forearm tightly and leading her away from the fire. As soon as I think we're far enough away, I stop and begin punching her in the arm; lightly, but repeatedly.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I hiss through my teeth, though I can't stop laughing. My fangirling is making my anger switch to insane happiness.

"Oh, shut up. You love me," She too now is laughing hysterically.

"…you're right, I do. But not at the moment!"

"I didn't mean to, I swear! But dude…" She takes in a long breath, but then starts laughing again. "What the hell…"

"Oh, like I can't say the same for you!" I scream just a little too loudly.

"Alright, alright! One subject at a time. What just happened?"

"…I fell."

"Right, like I'm going to believe that…"

"Uh huh, sure…" I mutter, rubbing my temple with only my middle finger.

"Seriously, though, why-"

"He took my phone and was listening to my music!"

"Really now? Were all of your dreams coming true at that exact moment?"

"…In the simplest terms, yes." I blush. "Come on, I'm freezing."

We walk back towards the fire where Death and Strife are standing. They're in a heated argument about something, but I don't know what it is about. When we reach them, they stop talking and face us. "Well," Strife begins, "It seems we have come to a conclusion. Since we all are bound to come across some kind of danger, my brother and I have agreed to train you. We will do this so you will be able to handle yourselves as well as help the other three.

"I will train Veil," He says, taking a step over to my best friend. "And Death has chosen to train you, Zada." Strife encouragingly hits me in the back, making me fly forward and into Death. I grit my teeth and stand back, letting my hair fall over my eyes.

The four of us sit down. Veil and I begin eating the now cooked meat of a miscellaneous animal. I tuck my knees up, looking at the tops of my black leather boots as I eat. Before I even realize it, the food is gone. I look up at the cloudy morning sky, a sharp breeze whipping against my face like knives. I try to ignore it as we put out the fire and continue on.

We walked for what seemed to be forever before I get the idea that there is civilization somewhere nearby. I only think so because I can faintly smell the fast food and gasoline. The thick forest comes to a quick and unexpected end, and a large busy highway replaces it. Cars of all colors- though mostly dull ones that match the color of the sky- were racing by and causing a lot of loud noises.

"Well, we should go." Death says, taking a few steps towards the highway.

"Are you mad?" I ask, and he turns back towards me. "If people see you, they'll have a heart attack!"

He crosses his arms in obvious amusement. "If you don't mind me asking… why do you think so?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you look like a freaking Halloween decoration!"

Veil and Strife burst out laughing, but I just smile at the Reaper, trying not to do the same. He had a playful look in his eyes which simultaneously made my stomach churn in a good way, yet at the same time scared the hell out of me. "Alright," He shrugs his shoulders. "I suppose we will choose a different route."

"You think?"

I imagine him smiling behind that mask. As I stare into his eyes, I think, I wonder what his face looks like… I slightly cringe in embarrassment. No! What the hell, brain…

You know you're curious.

No, I'm not.

If I'm curious, then you are.

Shut up!

Ooh, I bet his face is just as devilishly handsome as his voice, or his eyes…

This time, I can't conceal a blush. Death's staring at me still, which makes me laugh so hard that as soon as we keep walking, I have to take a dose of my inhaler. We backtrack into the woods for a while, and as soon as we were far enough away, turn right and continue on to see if we can come across something. Nothing. We switch back to the original direction, south. I wonder as we walk, how in the hell we will manage to get to Antarctica from here. Oh my god, I'm actually doing this! I'm more excited than scared, despite the fact that I'll be in prison in a year. This is too much to take in all in three days.

After an hour or so or walking, I am surprised as to what we stumble upon. I see large buildings with bright electric logos displayed on them, constantly switching colors on the screens. People were scattered randomly on the streets, pushing and shoving their ways around to reach wherever they are heading. The smell of fast food and gasoline grows much stronger, since now we are closer to the source of it. The bright red busses drive by, their engines making loud irritating noises as they carry a handful of tourists each. Both Veil and I widen out eyes at the sight of London, at least as part of it. Neither of us has seen it before. There are so many people, so many noises I've never heard, so many kinds of buildings I've never seen. And all along, it was right here. My mind was blown.

I silently hope that no one will scream or draw attention to Death and Strife, mostly because we all know how that would turn out- a vicious bloodbath. Surprisingly, no one says anything. Sure, they stop and stare at us- mostly at Death- until the reality of who was standing before them hits them. Then, they run for their lives, quickly and silently.

Just as I feared of what would happen, attention does get drawn to us, just in a different and more terrifying way. I hear police sirens ring out. Everyone on the streets stops and faces them. The car stops and two policemen step out, pointing their guns at the two Horsemen. I take a small sidestep so I was standing- more like cowering- behind Death.

"We've been informed that you have kidnapped these two youths," One of them calls out. "We are here to promptly arrest you."

"Really?" Death looks amused as he pulls out Harvester. "I welcome you to try, though I don't think it will work out well."

He starts to walk towards them, but soon stops when he hears, "Stop, or I'll shoot!" This puts the Horseman in a laughing fit. "I will give you three seconds to drop your weapons. One!"

A minute goes by of complete silence.

"I believe your counting is a bit off-"

A loud crack of the bullet leaving the barrel sounds, making me flinch and every hair on my body standing up. Death staggers back, running into me. I take another step sideways, letting him compose himself. "Death?!" I scream with a little too much worry in my voice.

He slightly turns to me and scowls, "Quiet!"

I see clearly the wound on his chest. The bullet struck the left side, though it only went about a half-inch in and wasn't bleeding. The other policeman fired once, but since Death was prepared, he raises a half of Harvester before it can hit him .The bullet falls to the ground as a small slab of flattened metal, leaving no indication that it struck the blade in the first place. Death takes a step back and wraps his arm around my waist. I yelp in surprise as he jumps into the air. I do my best not to scream as he begins to descend.

Before we hit the ground, I see the familiar bright green flames rise. Before I know it, I'm sitting in front of Death in Despair's saddle. The horse runs as fast as he can. "Put your head down." He hisses, and I don't hesitate to do so. "Strife!" He yells over his shoulder. I don't know why he does this until I hear a click of a gun and two loud shots. I yelp. Screams of terror ring out. Just as I had guessed it: A vicious bloodbath.

Xxxxxxxx

Despair runs for a long while without stopping. Haw far did we have to go? I reopen my eyes and sit up. Unaware of how quickly I was doing so, the back of my head violently collides with the front of Death's. I hear a loud click, and I watch as his blurry hand quickly grabs something. My vision isn't functioning correctly, so I can't comprehend what it is he is reaching for. When I see it clearly, I begin to shake in fear, my hands beginning to sweat.

It's his mask. The click was my head bumping it off. "Oh! S-sorry…" I stutter. Don't look back at him. Whatever you do, don't look at him!

You could, though.

Absolutely not!

Just think about it: one movement, one twist of your head, just one look, and all of your questions could be answered.

I have to admit, I'm tempted to. I bite my lip in embarrassment as his fingers tighten around it. He lifts it back up, and with another loud click, and it goes back on. Hopefully. Now I'm even more intrigued to turn around, but I still won't. Despair slows to a trot; Strife and Veil catch up, both mounted on the beautiful white horse.

"You could have waited, brother." He says impatiently. "Instead of demanding my pistol and taking off with it!"

"I'm sure you didn't miss it too much, Strife." I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep myself from laughing at Death, since he's probably furious with me.

I look around at our surroundings. The sun is now going down, which means the day is closing to an end, thank God. The two horses are walking across an old dirt road, their hooves making inch-deep prints in the hardened clay. There is no sign of civilization anywhere, which is good since no one else will end up dying. I faintly smell salt, unsure of why. Were we close to the most southern end of the UK? And if so, how are we supposed to get to our next destination? By boat, by plane? Swimming, maybe? I don't know.

Before I even know what I'm doing, I break the silence with, "How will we get there?"

Strife and Veil look over to me, and I can feel Death's annoyed gaze. "By ship." The eldest Horseman says blankly.

"What?" I finally turn my torso around to look at him.

He snarls, "Patience." And the silence yet again falls over us. Another half hour went by with nothing besides the clack of the horse's hooves when it came to audio. The smell of salt grows stronger to the point where I can almost taste it. The sun is bright enough now so I can see the massive cargo ship docked in between two docks. I smile and my stomach churns in excitement.

The smoke coming from the top blends with the white clouds, though there's an obvious difference between the two. The base is a rusty nave blue that is plastered over the iron. Boxes of all sizes, whether it be the size of a person or the size of a car. There are no windows, which makes it look like a prison on water. A loud honk makes the ground shake, and I unintentionally leaned back into Death, tucking my legs up and wrapping my arms around them from the scare. Death and Strife dismount, but Veil and I stay in the saddle.

"How will we sneak onto that?" Veil asks as he slowly slides out of the saddle.

"That," Death replies. "Is what we will figure out."

A/N: I could've gone longer with this chapter, but NO ONE IS UPDATING! It's a Darksiders Fanfiction drought. XD I hope you like it, THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE REVIEWS!