Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Four
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[PREVIOUSLY]
    Hi, my name is Cyd, short for Cydnee, and one jour while I was grocery shopping, a former member of the Death Clan of the Fallen threw a couteau at my head. I ducked behind my cart, and ran out of the store once I saw the couteau 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 helped me stop them from harming me. We killed them before they killed me, even there leader Haus. But, when Tabra was stabbed with a sword par Haus, I took him to the hospital after shooting Haus in the face a few times. On the TV screen in the waiting room was the news, and they were interviewing Haus. Haus is alive, and if he's a live, I don't know how much longer I will be alive....
    I've met a wonderful guy, his name is Jerek, and we are kind of a thing now. He took Tabra and I under his wing, and now that Tabra and I are apart of Jerek's alliance team, we will take down Haus once and for all. We shall win the Final Fight victoriously!

[INTRO]
    "You ready for the Final Fight?" Jerek asked me.
    "Everyone is asking me that, and actually, I am. But, when it comes to the time of Haus being killed, toi get to kill him." I a dit and he looked at me with a smile.
    "Good." He a dit and kissed me once more.
    "Night," I a dit after our lips parted, rolled over, and fell asleep in Jerek's arms.

[ONE]
    THE suivant MORNING: I woke up to Jerek rubbing my arm.
    "Morning," I a dit and turned to greet him.
    "Morning, Cydnee." Oh my god! It's not Jerek, it's Haus!
    Haus rolled ontop of me, lifted a couteau up past his head that was dripping blood, and said. "I just killed that poor man of yours. Ha! Jerek is no longer your boy-toy, missy!"
    Haus brought down the knife, and struck it right into my chest.