Chapter 7 - Escape Artist (Part 1/2)
Wraith was finally healing up and his symptoms of sickness were leaving his body. He still had a splitting headache every morning and his body was sore for reasons unknown. Death returned earlier than anticipated with the medicine and herbs, which gave him a speedy recovery. With Necrosis' brother healing, she thought about, finally, devising a plan for leaving to the Judicator's Tomb. She hadn't the slightest idea how she would get back there and make it look as if it was an accident. She can't re-use the Taker strategy, there's no way she can ride there on time. As much as she knew, Hellion could be having her heart weighed right this second. She needed a new means of travel, and nothing was ringing a bell.
Her brother coughed and sniffled in the other room as she was crushing up some herbs for a tea. She heated the water as soon as the herbs were grinded enough to be steeped to make a tea. Whatever this herb was, her father swore by it. It was the 'miracle herb' that has been in the family for years and it always takes care of sickness in less than a week. She gave the hot cup to her brother to drink and retired to her own room to take a nap while her brain devised the perfect plan.
She woke up the following hour feeling rested and her mind was a new and blank canvas for her plan. She lay in her bed thinking of all the possible outcomes and consequences of leaving. Her father would, of course, worry his head off about it. Not just Death but Wraith too. However, on the other hand, she could have met Hellion, which outweighed the other consequences by a landslide. Meeting her mother was the only thing that seemed to be on her mind. Most times, she would forget to eat because she was so enthralled in that blue gem that Wraith took to find her. She couldn't stop staring at the line in front of her mother and the beauty that she possessed. She saw nothing but herself in her. It almost scared her how much she took after her. She got her mind back on track after getting off for a few minutes. She needed to choose an hour to leave at. She needed to leave when everyone was asleep and quiet enough for anyone to hear her stepping out the door. Her father never was one to go to sleep early. He would stay up, most nights reading ancient books and study their words down to the letter. Her brother on the other hand was still sick and he slept for the duration of the day, so he surely wasn't going to bed early. An early hour in the morning seemed to be the best option so far. Death's sleep schedule was nearly unpredictable. Some mornings he would wake up at 4 in the morning and other mornings he would wake up at 10. That grace period of time before 4 and in between 10 was more than enough to make her move. She would need to get plenty of rest before setting out at either 2 in the morning or 5 in the morning. Either way, it would be more than a challenge to pick herself up at that ungodly hour.
She took up all of her bed stuffs and went into the glass room, which is the only room in the whole mansion that can see the light from her father's room. Her brother being awake wouldn't be too much of a problem, as he barely opened his door to see what happens outside of it at an odd hour. She set her pillow and blanket down on the cold floor and for the remainder of the daylight she trained outside. Honing her skills with her sword was important. This wouldn't be all smooth sailing for her on this excursion. She needed to be prepared, and she needed to be able to protect herself- God forbid that ever happen. She would be able to defend herself in case something bad happened, which was of utmost importance.
Hours later, Necrosis was sweaty from the intense training. As exhausted as she was, she needed to continue working on her form, she wasn't satisfied in the slightest. She knew she could do better and she wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted from this training. She slashed at the air countless times and still, she felt that it was still sloppy and unbalanced. Her hands were trembling with anxiety. She was afraid that she wasn't going to be able to survive and defend herself when the time comes. Death came out, after watching her for the past thirty minutes or so. He was watching her struggle and finally couldn't bear to watch another second. He grabbed a cup of water for her and approached her as she was still striking away at the air.
"Necrosis, take a rest for a while," said the reaper, handing her the glass. Her head whipped around to face him. Her hair was matted down on her sweaty face and her face was red from the harsh work. She dropped her sword and took the glass of water and gulped it down till nearly a quarter was left. The rest she splashed on her face, embracing the cool liquid to calm her over-heated face. "Why are you training so much? You missed dinner."
She sucked in her lip and clenched her eyes shut for a moment. "I wanted to be able to defend myself. I just got this sword and I barely know how to use it."
"So you decided to train on your own without supervision?"
She nodded, "..yes."
"Well, you have a weapons master right here. I could've shortened your training time."
"Is it still too late to train with you now?" She picked her sword back up and readied her stance.
"Of course not!" He pulled his twin scythes from his back and put them up in a guarding position.
The two trained for another hour before Death decided it was getting to be late. He was thoroughly exhausted and it was far too late to be reading the script he had planned for that night. He went straight to bed, kissing his children goodnight on the way.
Necrosis' plan was going swimmingly. All that is left is to get a wink of sleep before setting out to the field. Before going to sleep, she grabbed a piece of parchment from her bedroom and a thick black paint to write a note. She left it on her bed, hoping in her heart that her father would read it and not get his heart in a panic.. well, not so much of a panic. She returned to the glass room and rested her tired body for a few hours.
