The Kiss of Death

I fought against him, but Death had a firm grasp on my arm. He steered me inside the old decrepit house, and down a long flight of stairs, that felt like they went on forever.

Finally they stopped, and we entered a dusty room. There was barely any light, just a small lightbulb, slightly swaying over a chair.

Death pushed me down into the chair, and shackles suddenly clamped down on my wrists and ankles. "I want to speak to Helen." He said.

I stared at him. "Well I'm not her."

"Bring her out so she can speak."

"I can't!" I shouted.

He leaned close to my face. "Then figure it out." He said menacingly, then turned and went back up the stairs.

I sat there in silence, but the gears in my mind were turning at super speed.

He wants to talk to Helen, I thought. But she's in my head, I can't get her out here!

"Yes you can," a small voice said in my head. It was the same one who had spoken when Death first grabbed me.

"How?" I spoke out loud.

"I can talk to you, and you can relay my message to Death." The voice- Helen, said.

I sighed. "Okay." Then I screamed. "DEATH COME DOWN HERE!"

It was like he was there in an instant, and I shivered. "What is it?"

I took a deep breath, then said, "well I can here Helen in my head, and I can tell you what she says. And she can hear you directly."

"I want to talk directly to her."

I rolled my eyes. "Well this is the best I've got."

Death moved to stand beside me. "No that's not the best you've got." Suddenly I felt something cold and sharp press into my arm. It was a knife. "You will figure this out."

"Ah!" I clenched my teeth, but it wasn't because of the knife. "Helen is literally screaming inside my head. She says, 'stop hurting me.'"

Death chuckled. "You're lying."

"I'm not!"

Helen went silent in my brain. Then she said, Samantha you have to trust me. Let go of your hold on your body.

What?! I thought. Then I relaxed, and found that Helen was taking over my body.

It felt like I was floating, but everything was dark, and I could hear what was happening. I could still feel what my body was doing too.

"Hello Death," I hear myself- no, it was Helen, say.

Death spoke softly. "Helen?"

She laughed. "Yes. For a little bit. I will have to give Samantha her body back eventually."

 

Okay so I may update later today, but I wanted to tell y'all about a story which I am collaborating with someone on. It's called Army of the Raiders and if you guys (who are all amazing and I'm lucky to have readers that love my writing) could check it out, that would be awesome.

 

Helen's POV

I was back. I could see. It was him.

"Could you unchain me from this chair?" I asked Death.

He smiled. "Of course, my love." He undid the shackles and I stood up.

"Thank you."

Death held out his arms. "Well?"

I smiled and hugged him. And I could hear Samantha saying something which sounded like, "ick, yuk, that's gross, you're using my body to hug him- OH MY GOSH YOU'RE USING MY BODY TO KISS HIM! Did you know he killed my mom?"

I instantly pulled away. I had forgotten that. I remember feeling terribly sorry for Samantha. What was I thinking?

"What's wrong?" Death frowned.

"You killed her mother." I said.

"To get her-and you- to come here!"

"What about her dad?"

Samantha started screaming in my head. I did the whole relaxing thing and gave her body back.

Samantha's POV

I grabbed Death by the front of his shirt. "HOW COULD YOU! MY DAD IS STILL ALIVE AND I WANT TO GO BACK!"

"I see Sam is back," he said quietly. "I could kill him."

"DON'T. YOU. DARE!"

"Well I want Helen!"

I rolled my eyes. "Well it's my body!"