Sorry if I've been off the grid lately, life has been getting harder for me. I tried to post this on Halloween, but allot came up. I hope you guys enjoy, and I'm currently working on Xmas, as well as the next story after Magnus.

Death belongs to DreamWorks

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A howl filling the dark moonlight night was what woke me up. I groan, waking up with a minor headache. I honestly don’t remember too much. I think I remember some guy who kinda gave me dragon vibes…now I remembered. We got drunk and he ate me. I guess that explained the migraine.

I stood up shakenly to my feet, taking a good look at my surrounding. And I already knew this was gonna end up going badly. I was in a typical looking dark forest. Owls hooting. A full moon in the sky, beaming down it’s light on me. No sign of plant life, unless you included the dead trees. I leaned against a tree, trying to stop the forest from looking like it was coming to life and about to kill me. The branches were like fingers, reaching out to grab me. The shadows played tricks with the ground, making it look like I was surrounded by demons. And the moon was an eye that glared down at me like he knew what was gonna happen. My head spun with imaginary laughter as the world was ready to kill me right there and then.

That’s when I heard it. A whistling tune. Not upbeat, but one that sounds like the song itself has a story to tell. A dark and ominous sound. It filled the air of the dark forest, scaring away the spirits and demons that planned to get me. When they were gone, a voice ended the music. A guys voice.
“Gotta say, mu chaco. It’s a good thing I came when I did.” A sinister and calming laugh echoed, like he’s the only one in the place that understood the irony of his joke. “Any longer and they would have gotten you. But…I happened to catch a whiff of you.” A pair of red eyes emerge from the shadows in front of me. And the figure was revealed in the moonlight. It was a wolf, standing on two legs. His fur was light gray, but a portion of it around his eyes was charcoal gray. He wore a tattered, black cloak with a hood. And matching pants. But his paws were exposed to all, both hands and feet. But what caught my attention were his eyes. Those eyes that were red as blood. Rich and clean with life. “And boy, when I say a whiff, I do mean,” he inhaled a lung full and shook his head with a growl of satisfaction. “I mean, you smell of death. And I should know.” He chuckles more as he heard another joke. “Now, mu chaco. Care to thank your knight, in ragged armor?” I stayed quiet, my eyes looked up at him, and I was sweating. Every hair on my neck stood on edge every second he talked.
“What…what are you talking about?” I began to say, but the wolf cut me off, talking like I didn’t say anything.
“I mean, I didn’t believe the amount of deaths on your head. And I’m dealing with this arrogant, little gato. But you? Oh, you…don’t belong here.” He laughs, while pulling out a pair of farming sickles.
“Who the hell, are you!?” I say, managing to stand up proper now. When I see him grabbing his weapons, I lifted up a four foot long branch, just a little shorter than I was. I hold it like a claymore, ready to swing it hard. The wolf stops laughing, and the forest fell quiet. Holding it’s breath, until he spoke again.
“I’m Death. Straight. Up.” He rushed me, but I lifted the branch to block his first swing. The second was harder, swinging at me with the one in his left hand. But I dropped the branch and pulled down forward, side stepping out of the way as I did. The wolf recovered fast though, he flung his weapons in the air, distracting my gaze as he got on all fours and lunges at me, holding me to the ground, as his sickles stab into the earth. “Now, normally, this is where I end you. And make your death…permanent.” He reveals his sharp teeth, running a claw right under my jugular. But the wolf, claiming to be Death, pulls his claw away with a sigh. “But, you’re a special case. I can kill you and destroy your body. But your soul isn’t. Quite. Here. At the moment.” With every word, he tapped his claw on my chest, digging his words into my mind.
“wait. My soul? It’s not…?” My voice shook as I asked.
“Sorry boi. It seems…I can’t set you free. “ The Wolf gets up off the ground and walks to grab his death implements, hiding them in his cloak. “it seems…there are worse things than a true death. I wish…I could help you. But I can’t.” The wolf began to fade into the darkness. Before he fades, I call out, fear in my voice.
“Wait! You can help!” I get to my feet, panic in my voice as I knew what has to happen, but I hated that it did. The creature stopped and look at me over his shoulder, asking with his eyes, not so much his words. “Look. I was told that I was cursed. And the only way I can move on, find that prick, and beat him into a pulp…is if I play his game. You say you’re Death. Then you must know. How I’ve died.” The wolf turned at me, and nodded slowly. “Then I need you. I need the predator that I know you are.” I look up at the moon. “I can’t believe I’m saying this. But…you need…you need to eat me,” I walk over to him slowly. He turns to face me, his expression not changing. He wore a face that screamed pity. “I would prefer being swallowed whole. I’m not sure the degree of damage I can take if I’m chewed up. This isn’t something I wanna do. It’s something I have to do if I wish to free myself from this curse. And free my soul from that creep.” I reach my hand out. “will you help me to do this?” I ask, shaking at the thought of what I said. I just asked to be eaten. What was this curse doing to me? As if he tried to comfort me, the large wolf gently took my quivering hand into a handshake.
“I’m sure I’ll enjoy you, my little Bocadillo,” the wolf said as he smiled down at me, a soft smile. My froze in confusion, not sure what he said.
“What did--?” Was all I got to say before he scooped me up in his mouth. My legs flailed in the air as he slowly swallowed me down, a bulge on his throat. It took the wolf three gulps, closing his mouth in a resounding chomp, and a belch. Then he had a four foot bulging gut. The wolf snickered as he patted his belly.
“Little Snack. And I delicious one at that,” said Death as he smiled, feeling a wave of bliss as he felt me squirming in his gut. He stroked his newly grown gut, like he was imagining a certain cat. He began to whistle the same tune as before, but now it harmonized with his gurgling stomach as it began to digest it’s newest occupant. Putting up his tattered hood, he vanished into the shadows of the dark forest, looking for a cat. A cat who has escaped death quite a bit. Though not as often as his little, ‘Bocadillo’.