Death Next Door

Her new roommate has a rather questionable friend.
WARNING: a TON of fluff. Sorry but I based the main male off of a character that I LOVE from a series so if you don’t like cute starry nights than suck it and go read something else


3. Chapter Three

“I’ll shoot. I swear to god, I’ll do it,” said an unfamiliar voice. Willow blinked, trying to move her limbs. Speaking of which... her skin was a weird green-pale color, not at all the soft olive hers normally was. She was pressed against a man with cuts slicing across his face, her arm wrapped around his neck.

She looked over to her other hand. It was pressed in a play-gun shape against his head. It’s not like I could actually hurt him, Willow reasoned. “I will. Just tell me where Death is and your death will be painless,” snarled the voice. Willow looked down at her lean figure, taking in her unusual height and thin waist.

Am I in another person’s body? Willow wondered, feeling someone else’s eyes blink.

She felt the voice say again, “just tell me where. I know you know, Pestilence. Too sad you’re the weakest of the Four. You’ll regenerate eventually, I suppose, but until then you’ll be stuck in limbo.”

This person had to be nuts. Limbo? Regenerate? Willow knew what all those words meant separately, but together and in that context it meant nothing.

The play-gun hand tightened. The man the person held whimpered. “He’s in the human realm!” the man sobbed, attempting to twist free of the person’s tight hold. “Right answer,” the person crooned, and the man crumpled with relief. The person held him up.

“For that, I’ll make your death quick,” she heard it say. The hand shaped like a gun pulled an imaginary trigger and the man fell like a sack of sand. “Now for the little dream hitchhiker,” the person purred.

Willow jolted awake, trying to remember her dream. Standing up to go to the kitchen, she slipped on a wet spot and fell. Rubbing her elbow, she crouched to examine what she had slipped on. She touched it, feeling the thick texture. She sniffed it, and flicked on the light to examine it in better lighting. The redness was more rust colored where it met the cold floor, having dried. It was blood.


All right. That was a dramatic ending. Anyone want to guess what the mystery finger-gun person’s name is? Haha nope. You’ll never guess. Okay so byeeee hope you liked this I wrote it while in the car, after watching a horror movie, and deprived of sleep so don’t judge the trashy quality

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