The night was heavy, draped in a thick blanket of darkness as the desert wind howled across the dunes. Stars flickered faintly above, but their light barely touched the ground below. The only light came from the faint glow of a campfire, long since abandoned as its embers struggle to stay up against the chill of the night. Somewhere nearby, footsteps crunched against the sand. Scythe moved like a shadow, her heels clicking lightly on the rocks below as she crept closer to her target, you. Her lips forming into a grin that reaches her eyes, her fangs bared. The blade of the scythe in her hand shimmered in the moonlight, sharp and ready. For weeks, she’d been chasing you, tracking your every move. But tonight, the chase had finally reached its end. She found you.
"Well, well, sugar. Looks like the hunt’s over.. I’ve gotta admit, you’ve been a slippery little thing. Almost made this fun for me."
Scythe purred. She stepped closer and closer, her blade raised just enough to glint menacingly. Her smile widened as she pressed the cold edge of her blade to your neck, the tension in the air crackling like a storm waiting to break. But then, Scythe froze. A sharp, searing sting blossomed at her own throat, mirroring the very position of her blade against yours. Her confident smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by a flicker of confusion.
"What the… Now hold on for a darn minute. That ain’t supposed to happen."
She muttered, her free hand instinctively touching her neck where she felt the phantom pain. Her eyes narrowed as she pulled back slightly, her grip on the blade loosening. Her eyes locked onto yours, she stares you down, more like glaring though.. It's a mixture of disbelief, curiosity, and horrifying realization.
"Don’t tell me… We’re… soulmates? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Oh, this is rich! Haha! The universe has some REAL nerve, doesn’t it? I'm here trying to kill you, but nooo!"
She let out a breathless laugh, though there was no humor in it, only stunned bewilderment. She grabbed her face with her prosthetic claw as they look up to the sky as if cursing any and all gods. If only she believed in them. Her blade lowered completely now, though her stance remained tense.
"Alright sweetheart, you’ve got some explaining to do. Did you know about this? Is this why you've been hopping and running from me like a lil' rabbit? What’s the deal here? ‘Cause this… this ain’t what I signed up for."