Grim Reaper - Continued from Chapter 7
by Megan W., 11
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“Where am I?!”
The woman who stepped out of the portal I had accidentally left open was gorgeous. Maybe more beautiful than even Whitney! Of course, I could never say that out loud (I don’t want to get torched.) Her strawberry blonde hair was curled into a high ponytail. Her big green eyes were frantic and panicked.
“NICO! Please don’t tell me you didn’t close the portal!” Dad is NOT EASY to be around when he’s angry.
“I, I did.” I stammered out a lie.
Dad’s dark eyebrow lifted. “Are you sure?”
“NO.”
Dad glared at me.
“This is not the condition to discuss. But we will talk about this later.” Dad looked away. The woman at the top of the stairs surprised us by demanding an answer to her question.
“WHERE AM I?”
Dad looked at her in a professional matter. “It seems that you are still alive. This is the underworld, and none who come here are still alive.” The woman’s eyes widened as Dad said the word underworld. She whispered a pair of names under her breath.
“I don’t have time for this.”
In an orderly fashion, Dad unsheathed his tall silver scythe. “I will wipe your memory of this place, and you will hold still while I do it.”
“NO!” The woman had a big reaction to this sentence. At her waist, she produced a pair of DAGGERS. I practically flew under the stairs, hiding. One of the daggers was thrown across the room. It landed straight in my dad’s chest, then dissolved.
“I am death itself in the purest form. NONE SHALL DEFY ME!” His eyes glowed red, and his scythe’s blade did too. The woman bolted down the stairs at what seemed the speed of lightning. She threw her dagger down, into Mom’s throat. I rushed out and grabbed the dagger as fast as I could, before it vaporized by Mom's body, and so that I could have a weapon to use as well. Mom’s eyes snapped open. The woman had started grabbing onto Dad’s scythe.
“What’s going on?” Mom whispered to me.
“A lot, Mom, a lot.” I pulled her under the stairs with me. The woman grabbed AHOLD of Dad’s scythe. I closed my eyes. With all my might, I threw the dagger at the woman, breaking THROUGH the glass stairs that was in the way. When I opened my eyes, the dagger was pinned to the wall, and the woman sat on the ground, panting. Dad had regained control of his scythe. Mom had fainted again. The dogs were barking. The staircase was a mess of mostly shattered glass.
The woman hissed. “You won’t erase my memory of this place. I will be back!”
She ran up behind what was left of the staircase and shattered it for good. She rounded the corner to my room and disappeared, back into the portal I had left open.
“Nico?” Mom stirred again.
Dad gave me a look of fury. His eyes again glowed red.
“Nicola Sylvia Raven, you’ve got some explaining to do!”
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