A large clearing with small brush, tall trees, small animals , and dark clouds seemed to welcome her. The darkness of it almost sad. This was what the grim reaper called Netherlands. A place where a spirit either has a choice to go , or stay. Those without this choice are usually taken straight to hell. One would think it would have pretty little flowers, and waterfalls with bright sky. No , something was wrong? There was no way-<br/><br/>Then she saw it. A man with dark red eyes, and a black top hat. The man stepped closer a toothy grin on his face, and a grim reaper scythe adorning his back. With a slight bow , and a kiss on her hand the man looked into her eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">" I see you have seen me, Now that is a bit trouble some. Child I am your grim reaper, trust when I say its hard not to take every life you come inti contact with, but I manage only to take those that seem to mean less to you. Though this is a crime scene child, I am here to help you. Only if you make a deal. "</span>Deviousness was in his eyes, and she knew a deal with a grim reaper is always worse than a deal with the devil himself.<br/><br/>" A deal? Why? You should know I'm smart enough not--" The man again place a finger to her lips.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Dear me , you do not even know the deal! How can you say such a thing without knowing the deal? I want war on hell, I want hell to see that it has been taking too much without giving back. In return I will be your shield, preventing lives from falling without you wanting them to." </span><br/><br/>" War on he--" She could feel an unwanted pain coming. The feeling of hell catching up , this was he Netherlands if a soul lingers too long here hell grabs them. She nodded her head. " I accept." Just like that she was whirled back to the living fear licking inside her heart. Her breathing was harsh as consciousness came bearing head first into reality.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Welcome home." </span>The whisper from Marko was almost amazing to hear, groggily she stood up noticing the dried blood on his bandage. She heaved a small annoyed sigh moving right for his kitchen. Where she grabbed a new bandage , and an ice pack. Promising herself there will not be another time she leaves. With a deal she was free to speak. But would that go against the deal. Than made her way back to him, carefully taking off the bandage , replacing it with a new one, and put ice on the wound.<br/><br/>" Stupid, could of gotten yourself killed, I won't be leaving." Her eyes looked out the window where the sunlight proved it was noon, and turned on the TV, to go back to the fridge in the kitchen. Pulling out some eggs, and bread to make french toast with hash browns. Taking two classes and pouring orange juice in them as she placed food onto two plates, and at least returned to the living room . " You awake love? I have a lot to discuss , in terms of why I left , or where I was going. To be honest I'm still a little scared about the truth. " She placed his plate on the coffee table with a fork beside it. Than went to get the drinks doing the same.