I don't own TT …..But I do own Deadeye….

Red X groaned as he sat up. He clawed at his top pulling it off. Thank god his brains had come in handy for once. A bullet proof shirt, how novel. He looked at the criss cross of bruises. He started towards the back of the van, who knows, he might be able to make off in time. He had hurt the goth one pretty badly. He paused. His head slowly turned to look down to the front of the truck. There sat the largest amount of explosives he'd ever seen and the way that the red light had come on sent triggers down his spine saying "you've cashed your chips this time Red". The only thing that his brain could come up with was…

" Oh shi…."

Robin had just taken a few hurried steps toward Cy who was clawing at the ground as if doing this would bring her back when the truck exploded sending him soaring over Cy.

" Ow" was the only thing that Robin could say before he passed out with Cy scrabbling to get to him.

Deadeye carried Raven into his lounge and laid her on his couch. After seeing Death, he knew he had to act fast. He ran into his kitchen and flung open the cupboards. Grabbing a pestle and mortar he charged in to his bedroom and sped towards over to his wooden cabinet and after a quick thought gathered the things he needed.

Deadeye stumbled back into his lounge, arms laden. He dumped them into a chair and grabbed a bag from the pile. He quickly opened the bag of sand and started pouring round his sofa in a practised perfect circle. Picking up the rest of the ingredients he sat in the circle, adding piece by piece, the ingredients to his healing spell. Lavender oil, a handful of bluebell petals, table salt and milk of a virgin cow. Tasted absolutely fowl but Light healing spells were never nice. Half way through he lifted the eye patch and to his horror saw Death standing over her with his piercing blue eyes staring at an hourglass.

"Shit" Deadeye thought. "When did he arrive?"

He stopped for a second to watch the sand. It trickled out of the top, which was nearly empty into the bottom half. He was mesmerised. He'd never seen Death this close before or the small sound of sand falling. If there was ever a rhythm of life, it would be the sound of sand falling.

"Fuck it!" Deadeye exclaimed as he jumped up and sprinted to his room. It was time to take it up a notch. He threw open the wooden chest that sat at the end of the bed and rummaged around inside. He extracted another box that was carefully carved and placed it on the bed. He drew a necklace from around his neck and place the key that was on it into the lock. The lock clicked, the box shuddered and the lid popped open. Inside lay the most priceless artefacts in the entire world. Three Vials lay on the cushion, two were empty. The very last one contained the last of dragon's blood known to man. With massive restoration properties it was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. Deadeye grabbed the vial and sprinted out of the room and into the living room to find Death swinging his scythe.

Time stopped.

Deadeye's grip on the vial loosened and it fell to the floor. The ancient glass shattered and the contents went flying everywhere as Deadeye looked on in disbelief as Death stopped inches before striking her and repeated the action.

"The Ass Hole! He was taking practise swings" He spat out between gritted teeth.

When Deadeye looked back at Death he saw a demon materialize out from one of the satanic planes and cause a distraction for him. Death turned when a clawed hand tapped him on the shoulder, he wasn't normally one to be intimidated by other realm beings but this one seemed to be doing a good job.

Thanks to the distraction Deadeye dove straight towards the pestle and mortar, praying that if God were listening he'd help.

(As it turns out, God got very annoyed by people praying so much, he bought a radio to drown out the noise.)

Deadeye took his penknife out of his trench coat and flicked the blade open. Closing his left hand around the blade he drew the blade out quickly and the sharp pain shot through him. As the blood ran down his hand it dripped into the bowl.

"Please help me …."

Deadeye hung his head as he waited. The demon and Death looked over and the demon laughed at his attempts to heal her while Death surveyed him carefully. Both of them parted and Death took several steps towards Raven. Death reached inside his never ending cloak for another scythe. The blade on this one glowed faintly as he swished it through the air. You could almost hear time be cut in half by it.

Death then took aim and swung.