The Dealers of Death

by LuckyXFridayX13

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if your fate were decided for you? In Obsidian Steele's world, your fate is decided when you hit 15. What's worse, she's been given one of the worst fates, beside Death. She's been given the fate to have to Deal fate... a job dubbed "Dealers of Death". So, would you survive? Totally original action-adventure that WILL defy fate.

4. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Sun seeps through the blinds in the single window between the 2 beds in the room. I pick up my watch and read the time: 9:25 a.m. Crap! I overslept!

I practically jump out of my PJs and into my clothes. My socks slide as I skid into the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash cold water onto my face. My hair is a rat's nest, so I decide to deal with it later and throw my hat on over it.

The scent of banana pancakes waft through the air. This place is like a maze though, so I sort of follow my nose to the source. Thankfully, I find my way to the kitchen. Suddenly, a huge kitchen knife whizzes past my head, along with 2 bodies running like their life depends on it (judging by the knife, I'd say they were, heh heh).

"AND STAY OUT, YOU BRATS!" The cook, Elsie yells after them.

"Were you trying to KILL ME?" I yell at her, pretty freaked out by the flying knife, now stuck into the wall next to my head."

Elsie yanks the knife out of the wall and polishes the tip with a rag.

"Oh hey, Obsidian. Sorry 'bout that. Those 2 morons Sebastian and Donnie decided to try and sneak an early breakfast."

"Call me 'Sid. And 'early breakfast'?" I ask. Seriously, how late does everyone get up?

"Oh, about that... well, things don't usually get rolling around here until about 10, so you probably didn't need to get out of bed for another 20 minutes or so." Elsie flips a pancake up and lands it on the griddle perfectly.

"So, I have to ask you about your knife skills. How did you guarantee that you would hit anyone?" I ask, curious as to whether or not she hit the door frame with luck or skill.

"For the record, I've been practicing since I was a kid..." She looks down and sort of looks lost in thought.

A sudden pain shoots through my head my body feels like lead. Elsie yells in a distant voice for me to get up and stop goofing off. She yells for everyone to get over here and help. Images shoot through my brain of a girl being beaten and abused, a girl trying to fight back, a girl running away in the dead of night... a girl that looks like Elsie.

My mind goes black as my soul falls into an abyss of darkness.