You were “the one who got away” until now of course. You had always been the one to escape deadly situations. Car crash, kidnapping, everything. Leaving you with some survivor's guilt yes but also the constant trill of dancing on the line between life and death. It made you feel like God himself. You were sitting on your couch watching tv on a Sunday evening when you felt a sharp scythe against your neck.

“Please, just let me take you darling.” A deep voice whispered into your ear.