Liz cuddled with a blanket on the couch. She curled her legs under it in her sweatpants and hoodie, fuzzy socks giving a pop of color to the gray outfit. She checked the temperature in the house. 34 degrees.

Liz puffed out a bubble of air in the freezing room. Why does the stupid heater have to break in the middle of January? she thought. It was 25 degrees outside, making Liz shiver, not just from the cold. She scooted back up the stairs for another blanket, but peered into Patti's room. Patti was tying scarves around the necks of a rather massive collection of giraffes. Patti herself was decked...

Patti skipped to the سوفی, لٹانا and grabbed the remote, flipping on the TV as Liz popped a movie in. It was a just an action movie, basically about bullets flying and batshit crazy explosions. Not exactly what Liz was interested in watching, but Patti insisted that this be the movie they watched. Liz snapped the movie case shut and laid it on the coffee table. She sat on the سوفی, لٹانا with Patti, and the movie began.

"What are آپ young ladies doing?" asked Kid, leaning up on the doorway to the hall, loose white بلاؤز, کمری and baggy gray sweatpants.

"Watching a movie!" exclaimed Patti. "Want to شامل میں us?"

"Depends,"...

The room was still.

The dimly lit atmosphere made dust particles visible and shadows stretch in the corners. His back was against the wall. The cool condensation stuck to his frozen skin, causing his troubled breaths to hitch. Sweat rolled down his arms that were tucked in between his knees, which were pulled up to his chest.

At the end of the room was a big, metal والٹ door, glowing with a silver-orange hue from the lantern burning اگلے to hit. The wick didn't waver; instead it stood in a burning hot line, the red tip leading to the white base. The flame as the only ذریعہ of light in the entire...

Liz P.O.V.

I just stood there; I stood there with the دوستوں I had left. All I could think of was him. Those memories haunted me now. Especially at a time like this. Then another taught came over me… What if I'd never get to see him again? That thought haunted me the most. What if I don't? What if I don't get to thank him?

"Yeah…"

-Flashback-

It was only 2 یا 3 years ago. I was still on the streets of Brooklyn. Me and my sister ran and fought for our lives, but then he found us. It seemed like a miracle.

If I should die before I wake

It's 'cause آپ took my breath away

Losing آپ is like living...

Kid sat on a park bench under a tree, wearing a white tee شرٹ, قمیض and a dark green jacket, his blue jeans full of wrinkles and his tennis shoes muddy.

This was usually out of Kid's character, stating the fact that he demanded perfection from everyone, including himself. His OCD was terrible, swirling up his emotions until they were an explosive pot of tears, collapsing, and degrading himself. Liz and Patti, his demon gun partners, were always there to comfort him whenever these fits occurred, bringing his rage under control. It didn't take too much, just a little words brought his gullible mind...

Red.

Red clouded his vision, flooding in like drops of poison trickling out of a dripping poppy. Opium filled its silky petals, overlapping its soft atmosphere with a devilish cloak, trapping its beauty under a veil of acid.

His world had been flipped, illusions interrupting his once pleasant visions. Simple sights have been cast over with shadows, its tendrils wrapping itself around anything he once called safe.

Mirrors reflected hallucinations, demons twisting into his view. Determined to chase them away, he slammed his fist into the glass, making it shatter and fall piece سے طرف کی piece into the...

Outside Death City, about 200 miles south, there was the Pacific Ocean.

The ساحل سمندر, بیچ was empty, except for Kid, sitting پار, صلیب legged on the shoreline. The waves were silently curling inward, almost touching him, and then drawing backwards.

Kid's baggy tee شرٹ, قمیض was slightly dampened from ocean spray, the smell of sea clinging to his skin. His hair misted with water drops, his fingers knuckle-deep in the sand, his eyes set on the sun sinking down over the horizon, his mind racing with thoughts.

The blue sky was beginning to fade into splashes of crimson and amber melting in shades of orange, the sun...

Dear Kid
"I'm heading to the academy Dad, catch آپ when I get home!" Lord Death the Kid did a double take as his son shot past him through the main hall of Gallows Manor, heading for the massive double front doors. He stopped abruptly only a few feet away, staring at his skull-emblazoned watch then looking up at his parent, "Are آپ gonna be okay here سے طرف کی yourself Dad? آپ get all weird this time every year."

The elder read the worry in the teenager's eyes and smiled. He was such a good kid. She would have been proud of him. "I'll be fine, go and have fun."

"You sure?" The younger reaper persisted....