Summary: insane and crazy version of the real books
Chapter 2- Intro Thantos
Takai stared up at his ceiling. It was hours past midnight, but he wasn't tired. His family was dirt poor, living in almost the slums of the city. He rolled on to his side, to stare at the picture of Death. His scythe raised high as if to take Takai's soul. The picture blurred slightly as he half closed his eyes, and ….. moved…..?
He blinked. Moved? He blinked again and looked back at the picture. The scythe was now missing and the arms were down at it's sides. Takai sat up quickly now on his guard. Something was wrong here, very wrong. Before he could move other wise, a man, knife in hand, crashed through his window.
Takai winced, not only were his parents going to be exceedingly mad for the broken window, but he knew, somewhat, the man in frount of him. Two or so days ago, he had barrowed a couple items from the man, only the other hadn't seen it quite the same way.
The man landed inches from the bed, where he immediately tried to stab Takai. Takai grabbed the man's wrist inches from his chest and forced the arm up a couple inches. The man pulled his arm away and slashed down hitting Takai squarely in the ribs. Wrenching the blade from the mans hand he forced it into and through, the man's thought. Pulling the blade out he turned dizzily around. He could feel his life slipping away as he did. Facing his bed again, he saw the spectral figure of death, walking toward him. Not wanting to die yet, Takai franticly tried to back up, only to find his legs would not work. Panicking he flung his arm out in frount of him. He watched as death halted then fell foreword to the ground.
Takai, wondered why death had stopped as he felt himself fall backward in to the grasp of another person. His world slipped to black before he had the chance to wonder why he hadn't hit the ground.
Takai opened his eye's to find that he was still at his house, and more specifically in his room. He turned his head slightly to see a young women, who was perhaps 16, with honey gold hair that shone even in the dim light of his room. She turned her head. Bright green eye's, the color of emeralds, stared at him in amusement.
"W-who're you….?" He asked, his thought for some reason incredibly dry. "And what are you doing here?"
The girl laughed. "You are a very interesting person, Thantos."
"What?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"What did you call me?"
"Thantos, death, the Grim Reaper. Take your pick." She shrugged.
"WHAT!"
there chapter 2.… it isn't very original but its hard to find someway to kill death, so deal with it! anyway ill write more as i think of it