A/N: First and foremost I want to thank you for all of you who have reviewed. I also want to apologize for updating in a few weeks. I'm sorry it's just really hard to think things up for this story. This chapter doesn't focus so much on Liesel, her parents, and Rudy, but more on Death and his unexplicable feelings. I hope you like it. :)

Twisting Turn

Chapter 2:

I collected the bodies quickly ¾ as usual ¾ but wanting to see what was going to happen to Liesel next. Not that I didn't know already, but I like to see these things for myself.

The bombs slowly began to stop hitting the ground. I returned to Liesel's home to find her mother, father, and herself inside of the basement huddled together closely. Rosa's face the most terrified of the three. Liesel and Hans faces were relatively and surprisingly calm.

Hans began to smile and then Liesel smiled in return. The bombs were really beginning to die down.

Then, all of a sudden the largest of the booms came, making all of their faces grave, turning Rosa's face even more grave. She looked at her husband, who held Liesel closer to him.

"D-do you think that hit a house?" Liesel asked, eyes wide and frightened.

"It could have. I think it's best to stay here the entire night." Liesel nodded glumly.

I knew exactly what this young girl was thinking. She was worried about only two people right now, Rudy and Max. At fifteen, her new found love in her best friend was most important to her. Max, however was a completely different situation. He was far away, she was worried for him for different reasons. Not because of the bombs, but because he was her nest friend now, and probably going through torture.

I could understand this. Death and suffering were my favorite things in the world, when someone deserved it. When they didn't deserve it, it was down-right heart breaking, although I didn't have a heart. I'd never had one, but I knew how they worked. They crumbled into millions of pieces when there were situations like these.

Liesel all of a sudden began to wrench her body out of Hans's grip. He stared at her quizzically, but loosened his arms and let her go. She went to the other side of their basement and picked up the story Max had written for her, and began to read, sitting herself down on the bed he had always slept in. The bed he had been frightfully ill in.

As Liesel read, she cried and cried. Her mind overflowing with thoughts of Max on what she thought was his deathbed. Where he was now, couldn't have been any worse than those agonizing weeks, in which he was sick.

Thoughts and thought and thoughts. It pained me! It pained Death! How was that possible. Those miserable times for her, were miserable times for me. I loved the girl, Liesel's life. I adored it, and vowed to myself that if she were to die pained I would do everything in my power as a reaper to stop it.

But her life was nothing more than a well told story to me. A story that didn't need an end. A story that I wanted to go on forever.

She lay on Max's bed and slept there through the night not once waking up. Holding onto the Max's story she drifted into the story in her dreams. With everyone from her parents to Rudy to Max.

Everyone was included in her small fairy tale dream.

A/N: Okay if any of you remember the name of any of Max's stories please tell me because I completely blanked out. Sorry! Please don't hate me. Also sorry it's so short, but it was the best I can think to put and don't worry you'll be hearing more about Liesel and Rudy in the next chapter.

It seems that in that whole explination I have seemed to forgotten to remind you to review. Please review, they are really great and I really appreciate them.