Cecil's POV:
So, I was chillin' in my backyard with my friends: Alec, Max, Lilly, Derek, and Aiden. I popped a cherry in my mouth, when Derek decided we should play hide and seek in the woods. I sighed and got up. So, we all ran into the woods whooping and yelling like the idiots we were. I decided to count first, so everyone hid. I walked up to a tree, concealed my eyes, and counted. "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10... Ready or not here I come!" I yelled. I began searching the woods. I felt someone following me. I turned around and saw no one? I began jogging now. "Guys?" I yelled. They probably won't answer, but I don't sound calm at all. "Cece?" Alec called. "Alec, we need to go. Now!" "What's wrong?" "We aren't alone..." Thats when Alec's face turned to pure horror. " Max! Lilly! Derek! Aiden! Hurry someone's following us!" Everyone knew we weren't kidding. Max grabbed Lilly's hand, Derek took Aiden's, and Alec took mine. We all ran. The person was gaining on us. All 6 of us ran our separate ways, hoping more of us would survive. "Cecil." The man spoke. I stopped dead in my tracks and screamed. "Run guys! He's after me! Save yourselves! Don't come back for...". The guy put his hand over my mouth. "Cecil, sweetie. If I remove my hand, promise not to scream?" I nodded. How did he know my name? The voice was vaguely familiar. He removed his hand. "What do you want?" I said quietly. He spun me around and said, "Your soul, my sweet Cecil." I screamed. He couldn't be. No! He wasn't real! He's a myth. "Yes, Cecil. I'm the Grim Reaper." He put his fingers to his lips. "Shh..." I stopped screaming. "Cecil, we should go now." He pulled me forward. I was paralyzed, so he had to drag me. His black hood stayed still, his black robe swishing in time to his steps, and his scathed was dangerously sharp. I finally realized I was still in reality and started walking. "Ah, come to your senses, my sweet Cecil?" I stopped. "Alright, Reaper. I don't know why you want me or my soul! Plus, why do you keep calling me sweetie?!" The Reaper sighed, and said, "Because Cecil you are my soulmate." I stand there shocked. He takes off his hood, revealing a perfect face. I gasp. He was gorgeous! He chuckles. "I knew you'd remember this beautiful face of mine." I frown. What? I'm 17, no way is he my soulmate. And we met before?! I'm sure I'd never forget a face like that. "You don't. Do you?" He sighs and I shake my head. He puts his hood back on, beckoning me to follow. I follow.
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We arrived at a cemetery. Go figure. We walked down a winding path that circled the cemetery, and stopped at a tomb. He swiped his scythe across the door. It opened and we walked down. We arrive in a large... house? A Persian rug on the floor, a crystal chandelier, an antique vase on a stand. It was breathtaking. "It's beautiful!" I gasp. He grins, taking off his robe, and putting his scythe on a desk. He was wearing jeans, converse, and a plain black tee. What? "How old are you?" I ask curiously. He laughs, "I am as old as time, my sweet Cecil." "You look 18." "No my dear. But if you'd like to think I am, that's fine." He smiles. "Okay. Uh, I'm tired. Do you have a bed or something I could sleep on?" "Yes, my dear Cecil." He pauses. "Follow me." I follow him down a dimly lit corridor. I passed four doors. He opened the fifth door and said, "My sweet Cecil your room." "Thanks." I blush. "Goodnight, Mr.Reaper." "Goodnight, my sweet Cecil." And I shut the door. I walk into the bathroom and strip down for a nice long bath.
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I'm half asleep when I feel the bed dip at the weight of another. I snap awake. "Hello?" "Woof." What? Is that a dog? It jumps toward me. "He's yours." I jump at the sound. "Mr.Reaper, what a surprise. He's mine?" "Of course." "What's his name?" "Jordan." "What's your name?" "I gotta go." "Comere, Jordan." He pads his way over to me. "Goodnight, Cecil." "Goodnight, Mr.Reaper." I fall asleep with Jordan in my arms.
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I wake up next to this dog thing. And in a bed that's not mine. I scream. This really, really hot guy walks in. Dayummmm. He kinda looks like Alec. "What's wrong, Cece?" "Alec? Where are we? And who's dog is this?" His face turns to panic. "No, my name is Grim Reaper, that is your bed and dog." It all comes flooding back. "Oh. Okay." "Good morning." "Uh, bye." Andddd..... he's gone. Yes! I jump out of bed. Jordan jumps with me. I walk over to the bathroom to take a shower. Jordan pads in too. I lock the door. I strip down and step into the shower. I wash my hair and body. I look out to see a man. I cover my body as best as I can. "Who are you, and where is Jordan?" I scream. "I AM Jordan." He says confused. I frown. What? How could he be Jordan? He looks down at himself and blushes. He grabs a towel and runs out. I wait for the door to shut before I step out and dry off. I sigh looking around and wrap myself in a towel. I let out a breath and walk into my bedroom. The door is closed no one is in here. I walk over to the massive walk-in closet and pick out an outfit. I pull on dark skinny jeans and a deep purple fitted top with navy converse.
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Its noon now and I'm watching Teen Wolf. "Stop checking yourself out Jackson!" I laugh. Jordan comes in and sits on the couch. "Hey." "Hey, Jordan."
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I crawl into bed and close my eyes. I am tired. I hear the whining of a dog and pat the spot next to me, "Come on." He jumps onto the bed and curls up into me. I snuggle into him too. "Goodnight, Jordan." I fall asleep.
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I'm running fast through the woods. Someone's chasing me. I have to get away now. He's gaining on me. I run faster. He's getting closer, closer, so close. His arms catch me...
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I wake up panting. Jordan looks at me confused and worried. I pat his head and say, "It's okay, boy." "Cecil!" "What?!" I say defiantly. "Could you come here, please?" I sigh. No way. I lay back down. I wasn't getting up. "Cecil, please?" "Haha. Yea, no." I fall asleep.
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He won't let me leave. I'm becoming paranoid. Jordan was able to sneak Alec in. But, i think Alec is the Reaper. Seeing how it was too easy. I WILL find out. I stand atop my bed screaming the lyrics to Riot by Three Days Grace. "Let's start a riot! A riot! Let's start a riot! A riot! Let's start a riot!" Jordan is sleeping. How, I'll never know. "Cecil, could you please quiet down?" "Let's start a riot! A riot! Let's start a riot! A riot! Let's start a riot!" "Cecil!" I turn off my stereo, just as it comes on. "Somebody get me through this nightmare! So what if you can see the darkest side of me? Im still caged inside!" "Somebody get me through this nightmare! I can't control myself! I can't escape this hell! This animal! This animal! So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become!" "You are an animal." I change the song. "Baby I'm playing on you tonight. Hunt you down. Eat you alive. Just like animals! You're like a drug that's killing me!" "You are." "I can smell your scent for miles!" The Reaper just sits there watching me and smiling. I stop my stereo and turn it off. He frowns. I turn the tv on and... "Wait on me...". "I love this song!"
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I've grown to love it here. I've been here for two months. I watch the news. Everyone is afraid I'm dead. But they can't know I'm here or that I'm alive. I run the house everyday, twice. I eat good. I dance. I watch tv. I'm fine.
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Flight (Discontinued)
Teen FictionThen: Nikkolina Hale doesn't really have much of a life. Until she meets Micheal Scofield. Now: They live on the run.
