Here's chapter one! ^^
Chapter One: Jasmine's POV
I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking. I heard a crazed laugh in the distance.
My body felt heavy, and I couldn't turn my head to see where it was coming from.
I opened my eyes just in time to see two men jump from the roof. They landed, unharmed. The one in robes and gray hair laughed while the other bent over and panted like a dog in a hot car.
"H-how did you beat me?" he asked. The other stopped laughing and turned to the redhead.
"That, young reaper, is a secret, shared only by the highest of shinigami. Not even William knows it."
Both went to walk in. I panicked. No matter how much I wanted to die, I didn't know how well that would work for Breezy.
"Help," I croaked. They turned to me, and gasped. I would've laughed if I could.
Mustering up the last of my strength, I repeated my plea.
"Help,"
The silver-haired man was by my side, picking my up and bringing me inside. I couldn't move, so I allowed sleep to take over once again.
When I woke again, it was pitch dark. I couldn't see an inch away from my face. I could finally move my body, so I felt around. I knew I was lying down, but where was the question.
With a few touches above me, and beside me, I came to a conclusion.
I was in a box. And not just any box. No-i was in a coffin.
My chest immediately constricted, making it hard to breathe. I can't handle cramped spaces like this. Keeping my panic under control, I knocked on the wood.
No answer.
My control on my panic had popped.
I frantically tried to push the lid off, with no such luck. I was still too weak.
I knocked harder on the wood.
"Help! Somebody get me out of here!" I cried. I heard a snicker on the outside and I started crying. They were LAUGHIING at me! Like my father.
"Please!" tears started streaming down my face. "I'm scared,"
The lid was removed by the gray haired man who carried my inside.
"Hello, my dear~!" he giggled. He saw my tears and frowned. "Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"I can't handle small places. They scare me. It doesn't help that you're laughing at me," I sat, sitting up and drying my salty tears.
"I am very sorry. I didn't know it scared you that much." he said, holding out a hand to help me out.
I greatly took it. I got dizzy and had to lean on him to stand up.
When I was ready to walk again, I looked up at him. Even though I was tall for my age, around six foot , four inches, he was still a whole head taller than me.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He snickered. "My dear, I thought you would've figured it out with all the coffins laying around. I am The Undertaker."
"The Undertaker? Oh, well my name is Jasmine." I said.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Jasmine. May I ask what you and your friend were doing out in the rain?"
Instead of answering his question, I began to panic again.
"Where's Breezy?!" I demanded.
"Who?" he frowned in confusion.
"My sister. I need to see her."
"Oh, well why didn't you say so. She's in here." he lead me into another room where the redhead stood over another coffin. He was reaching in.
My older sister instincts kicked in.
Breezy's POV
I woke up to the sound of scuffling. I sat up, seeing my older sister attacking him.
I woke up a little earlier, and got to meet the two people who saved me and Jasmine from getting hypothermia. After talking and getting to know them a little better, I fell asleep again.
"Jasmine!" I yelled.
"Breezy!" she stopped pounding Grell and ran over to hug me. "Why was that creep standing over you?" she demanded.
"He wasn't. He was trying to clean my face. It still feels wet, plus the rag is right there on the floor," I said, pointing to it.
She picked it up and was about to say something when an insane laugh burst out. We looked to the source to see Undertaker leaning against the door way, holding his gut.
"It's not funny," Grell whined. He had a bloody lip. I kinda felt sorry for the dude.
"You're right," Undertaker said between giggles. "It's hilarious!" he laughed again. I glanced at Jasmine, who was biting her lip, trying not to laugh. A snicker escaped and her face was instantly stone-like. I sighed. Jasmine hasn't laughed since that day...
"Jasmine, this is Grell. He helped to carry me inside." I explained. Jasmine looked ashamed as she walked over and helped Grell up.
"I'm sorry for beating you up. Being an older sister is not something I take lightly." she said.
Undertaker was still chuckling as he came over and helped my out of my coffin.
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," he said.
I nodded. "Amen to that,"
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