Chapter 3: The dark clouds part
It had been several weeks since Mr. Green's incident with Death. The hooded figure had been a lot more stern with him since then. It was starting to drive him crazy. He hated being told what to do every second of every day by someone he did not even have that great of a bond with. He'd try to get on his good side tomorrow, right now he needed sleep. He took off his new black, hooded, cloak; that Death had given him recently and put it on a hanger to be hung up in the closet. He then put on a black shirt and black pajama pants before climbing into bed, getting ready for sleep. However, he could not sleep a wink. He tossed and turned this way and that, but still could not find a way to put him to sleep. He sighed and got up, heading to the bathroom to see if Death had any sleeping pills. But as he got closer and closer to their room he could hear the sound of them snoring.
Is this a test or are they actually asleep? If they are... this could be my chance to end it all.
He smiled evilly at the thought of finally getting rid of his captor. There was a catch however, what would he do if Death was not asleep? How would he kill them? How would he escape the labyrinth and the underground world that this monster had created? That did not matter to him at the moment. He was too focused on the thought of being free and being able to see his daughter again to care about any of that. He slowly turned the knob to Death's room, trying not to make a sound as the door swung open gently. The room was pitch black, making it hard to see anything. Slowly but surely his vision adjusted to the lack of lighting and started to make out shapes in the room. One looked like a dresser, the other a bed with a figure in it and finally one that looked like Death's scythe. Mr. Green tipped toed his way towards the weapon in hopes of being able to take them out with their own device of mass destruction.
Almost there... GOT IT!!
He picked up the scythe and tried his best to hold it over his shoulder without dropping it. Apparently, Death was stronger then they looked, a lot stronger. He crept his way toward the bed and held the scythe up in the air, preparing to lob off their head. The weapon came down with a whistle, waking the sleeping person. Just inches from their face, the scythe was stopped and the lights came on. Death was hoodles. They looked like a Caucasian male and a female were sewn together into a Caucasian amalgamation that would forever haunt the nightmares of sleeping children.
"D-D-Death! Haha, you see this all just a big misunder-"
But Mr. Green was cut off by a punch across the face.
"Don't you ever, and I mean ever, try that again Joseph." Death growled, full of barely quelled rage. Joseph Green held his face in absolute pain, teeth had been knocked out of his mouth and onto the floor. He spat out some blood and glared them in the eyes, not backing down from this monster that could easily kill him within an instant.
"Death, I-I think it's about time we end this relationship between us..."
Death howled with laughter that became more and more deranged as it went on, the lights flickered and the entire underground world shook as if an earthquake was happening. Rocks fell and Joseph had to dodge them, getting nicked once in the forehead. Blood spilled out of the wound and Death stopped laughing to lick their lips.
"Ah, that pain and fear you felt was delicious, Joseph. What makes you think that you can call the shots as if you were the one in control?"
Suddenly strings shot out of the ceiling and walls, wrapping themselves around his limbs, neck and torso. He struggled to break free of them but it was no use, he was bound to his spot.
"I am the one in control here, puppet. You get no say in the matter on anything. I will decide your fate. I will decide when you die. You still have a use, that is the only reason that you are alive right now. Now then, what should your punishment be?" They walked around the room, weaving in and out of the strings that had their apprentice bound, then stopped. They then snapped their fingers as if they had an idea.
"You and I will have a duel, to the death!!"
The strings that held Joseph in place released and he fell face-first onto the floor in front of them.
Ouch! Wait, did they say... A DUEL!?!?!
Before he had a chance to get up Death started phase-shifting them through the floor. They were somewhere Joseph had never seen before. He got to his feet quickly and backed away from them.
"Pick your weapon, Joseph."
On the wall were a shotgun, scythe and short sword. He made his way over to them, looked at each as if calculating the damage each would do then picked the short sword. He then stood adjacent to Death, gripping onto his sword tightly.
"Whenever you're ready, Joseph"
"Oh would you please, SHUT UP!?"
He charged at them, sword streaking through the air at his side as he ran. It made a whistling sound as it was barely a blur as he slashed at them. However, Death was quick. Their scythe was there to meet the blade. The two blades clashed over and over as Joseph slashed at their head, chest and legs. They were always there to meet his sword with their scythe, it was starting to frustrate him. A low disgruntled growl came from him that grew in volume.
"What's the matter, Joseph? Can't hit me?" Death cackled with malicious glee. They shot past him with glowing red eyes, it happened so quick that Mr. Green just suddenly had a cut on his right cheek and Death was behind him. He reached up and touched his face, feeling the warm blood on his fingertips. His eyes widened with fear which Death was just taking in with a grin that got bigger by the second.
"You can't beat me, puppet~ You might as well just give up and beg for mercy!" Their voice was so sinister that it gave him goosebumps on every inch of his skin. He knelt down in front of them, feeling defeated. Death walked over to him in stride, lifted up his chin to meet their eyes.
"Now then, go on puppet, beg me for mercy or I will kill you." This was his chance. He picked up his sword and suddenly lurched into them, running the weapon through their stomach. He smiled to himself as they spit out blood.
"Never, ever, let your guard down." He said to them before ripping it out. Blood sprayed all over him and their body fell to the floor. He tightened his grip on the short sword and started making his way to his daughter.
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