Chapter Four | Angels Fall

All she could see around her was oblivion. Purple smoke disappeared in front of Beatrice. She could see something black moving in the distance. She could make out the shape of a grim reaper!

Beatrice wanted to run so badly. She wanted to call for help but no one would hear her. The grim reaper was coming closer. She could feel heartbeats vibrating in her chest. This was the scariest moment she had ever been into.

She was going to die. She just knew it. If she didn't run, she would for sure die. Beatrice was ready to run away from the grim reaper when all of a sudden, she heard a voice calling her.

"Beatrice. Don't run away from me! I won't hurt you."

Should she trust him? She didn't want to. She thought the grim reaper would look scary. To make matters worse, she thought he would kill her. Beatrice had to run. And she must.

Beatrice ran as fast as she could, only to discover that the oblivion scene goes nowhere. The grim reaper was going to fucking catch her! Beatrice was at a dead end. She could feel scary vibes in her body right now, urging her to find a way to escape from this creepy place instead of being an asshole.

The grim reaper would kill her if she didn't make an action. He was nearly visible in the purple smoke. Beatrice cried for help. No one could hear her. She turned back with fear. When she looked in front of her, she immediately realised that the grim reaper was now visible! He was getting ready to strike his mallet at her.

Beatrice closed her tear-stained eyes as she saw that the grim reaper had disappeared! She was free. But she still had to escape! Beatrice sighed in relief as she noticed angel wings in the distance. Now she could make out the shape of a scar on one of the wings. "Oh no! This figure in front of me is - a - f - fallen angel!" she whispered in great fear as she took a deep breath and turned to run away from this horrible scene.