you?” Dimitri asks, standing up not feeling any pain now.
“I am Death, better known as the Grim Reaper, and you're on my list of souls to collect,” Death replies.
“What do you mean? Am I dead?” Dimitri turns to look at where he was lying on the floor. His body lays contorted with his hand one inch away from the door jam. “Dear God, I was just one inch away from freedom.”
“A freedom that is just an illusion. A trick that is as old as the birth of man,” Death opens a dark portal to nowhere.
“Before we go through, I have but one question to ask you.” Dimitri asks.
“Yes, ask your question.” Death replies.
“Are you a woman?” Dimitri looks into the face of Death and sees nothing but a dark black hole.
“Yes, I am,” Death replies as she leads Dimitri through the dark portal to judgment.
Chapter 12
David rolls off the porch's fire engulfed roof and onto the ashes covered ground, he rolls around to put out the fire that has attached to him. He tries to stand but becomes more of a stumble; to get away from the engulfed house. David topples over a log fence he and his brother built for a birthday present for his uncle two years back.
Hitting the ground butt first David thinks to himself, 'That was a terrible place to put that fence. That hurt like hell.’
David looks at the house. The demonic flames grip around the roof overhang like fingers and burst out of the doors and windows as the house crumbles. David lies there wondering if his brother and sister made it out of the house alive. He also wishes for the young man that murdered his aunt and uncle to die.
Lying on his back, he starts to pray. 'God, if you are out there, and you can hear this, I honestly could use some help right now. Please just send somebody, anybody, and make it fast because I think that I can't hold on much longer.’
Seconds later, David hears people yelling, and footsteps coming closer to him.
David's eyelids slowly close as he thinks, 'Thank you.'
He sees two figures standing over him reaching down to pick him up to take care of him.
Chapter 13
David wakes up three days later in a foreign bed and house. Wrapped in bandages from head to toe, he finds it hard to move. He is propped up with a couple of pillows behind his back and head to help him breath better. Looking out the window, he sees a woman caring for a medium-sized garden. She is talking to a person that he cannot see nor hear due to the closed window. David hears a couple of people down stairs talking, but he cannot make out what they are saying. Feeling alone, he just lies there and thinks about what has happened in time that he has been asleep. A couple of hours pass and nobody comes up to check on him. David peers out the window again to see if anybody is in the garden but no one is there.
“I see that you have waken from your long slumber. How are you feeling today?” An old lady, standing at the bedroom’s door, smiles at him. He tries seeing her but cannot due to the door being perpendicular to him.
She walks closer to him to stand by his side and says “We are very lucky that we found you in time. You have been burnt over seventy percent of your body.”
“Who are you? Where am I?” David asks. He gets a good look at her face, but still does not recognize her or the house that he is in.
“I am your neighbor, Ms. HunManson, but you can call me Suezy. My husband and I have lived behind your aunt and uncle’s house for only for a couple of months now. We have wanted to introduce ourselves for all this time, but we tend to keep to ourselves more than often. Enough about us, tell me more about you. You have been asleep for three days now and your wounds have been healing well. I was just about to come upstairs to change your bandages when I heard your bed creak,” Suezy says as she covers him up.
“It’s been three days now!? What about the house? The huge fire? And…” David starts to feel light-headed. His eyes start to