Jess Pov.

    I've been running for a year now, and nothing has caught up to me. I finally decide nothing is chasing me, and I stop. Worst decision I've ever made. I hide in an abandoned home in a city I've stumbled across. I take a long moment to collect myself, and lay down on the bed. How have I lived like this?

    Sly Pov.

    I can't stop worrying about what happened to Jess. Thoughts of her flood my mind, and I can't   think of anything else. Everything reminds me of her now. Just the color purple sets her in my head. I still look for her, not ready to give her up. I love her, and never got to say it. 

    Jess Pov.

    I wake up to my scar throbbing with pain. I slip my sleeve down to stare at my left shoulder. My scar is shaped like a scythe, what Death hit me with. I drag myself out of bed, ignoring the searing pain. I walk through the streets, once again slipping into my older form. After about four hours of walking through the city aimlessly, I decide to do the only logical thing. Get flat drunk. I duck into the nearest bar, 'Moonshine Master'. Taking a seat on a barstool, I flag over the bartender. "What would you like, missy?" The woman asks. 

    "Your strongest." I answer out of habit. She shrugs, and goes towards making the drink. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a local newscast on the tv. I watch it, intrested. 

    "A strange figure in a black cloak has been wandering the streets, and we have found that casualties seem to follow it's path." No... I stare at the figure on the screen, and bolt upright. That's Death! She was chasing me! I led her here! 

   "Shit!" I exclaim. I stand up so suddenly that the stool fell over. I run out the door, preparing to face Death once more 

    "Are you going to pay for this?!" The bartender demands. 

   "Nope!" I look around the street, and find who I'm looking for. Death is standing on the street corner, smiling sadistically. I decide subtlety doesn't matter, so I slip out of my disguise. I summon my armor, and return the smile. "Let's dance."