Hello, My Name Is: Death
Hi, my name is Cyd, short for Cydnee, and one dia while I was grocery shopping, a former member of the Death Clan of the Fallen threw a faca at my head. I ducked behind my cart, and ran out of the store once I saw the faca fly into a bunch of egg cartons. I went home, told my friend Tabra about it, and he came rushing over. He helped me get out of the aftershock feeling, and when we were eating chicken sandwhiches, mine was coated in poison. We then went to his apartment, knowing that if one little sandwhich was poisoned, that the rest of the house might be rigged with traps ready to spring and pronounce my death. We went to his hotel room, and we discussed how we are gonna get the Death Clan of the Fallen off of my back. I figured out that Tabra is an ex-member of the Death Clan of the Fallen, and he is gonna' help me stop them from harming me...as long as I kill the man who tried to kill me first. Otherwise, terror will forever haunt me until the dia I die.
"Alright," Tabra said, making me jump a little. "We're here."
"But it's nothing but an abandoned Wal-Mart that was once here thirty years ago." I said and he nodded.
"Which is why no one suspects anything is in here. But they are. In the basement."
"Oh..." I was way nervous, but I had to do this.
Tabra took my left arm and wrapped it around my back, and put his right hand on my right shoulder so I'd keep walking. We had to make it look like I was kidnapped. Right? Yea! Right! We walked into the Wal-Mart, and he knew exactly where to go. He took me to a door marked BASEMENT, and kicked the door open.
"HAUS! HAUS! I GOT YOUR GIRL!" Tabra shouted, and I gulped.