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Note: This chapter is the second part of what happened 13 years ago and will be retold in a 3rd person view.

"Say cheese!" Mark said to the twins. He pressed the button on the Polaroid camera, creating an image of the two in a matter of seconds.

"Dad, isn't it time for you to use a digital camera?" Peter smiled.

"If this thing still works, I'll keep on using it," Mark replied. "Take a look, son!" He handed the young father the photo. It shows a remarkable result. The quality is like a digital camera's.

"You haven't been tampering with the camera, have you?" Peter smiled. "The quality's way too good."

"Maybe... Maybe not," Mark grinned. The two man laughed as the doorbell rang once more. Violet opened the door, not expecting who's the visitor. Instead of a child, a hooded man with a black cloak stood with a scythe on his back.

"Good evening," he said. "Is this the house of Mark and Violet Stone, grandparents of Michael and Alexander Stone?"

"Um... yes," Violet responded. "Who exactly are you?"

"Oh, silly me. I'm Alex's and Michael's teacher at school," he smiled. "I knew their birthday and wanted to congratulate them. I heard they'd come here to celebrate it. Mind if I come in?"

"Oh, not at all, mister, um..."

"Grim."

"Okay, Mr. Grim," Violet smiled as friendly as possible before letting him in. As they entered the kitchen, the front door was banged several times. Violet grumbled and went to the front door once again. She opened the door and saw the teen from before returning. His eyes were flaring with anger.

"Oh, you're the one with Lionel," she smiled.

"Yes ma'am," he replied. Violet noticed he's in a very bad mood.

"Is something the matter?" she said worryingly.

"Yes. I was wondering if you know the man under the dark hood."

"He said that he's my grandsons' teacher. Why's that?"

Louis began to worry about her grandchildren. "Could you at least tell me his name?"

"He said his name is Mr. Grim. Odd name, isn't it?" she said with a chuckle. Louis, on the other hand, was dumbstruck. He looked down to his feet and started to think silently.

"Grim..." he murmured. "The grim reaper! Death!"

"Is something wrong?" Violet snapped him back to reality. "Do you know that man?"

Louis raised his head. "Where is he?" he glared angrily. "I want to speak with him now."

"What's the matter with you, child?"

"Ma'am, I need you to wait outside for safety."

"Why's that?" Violet raised her voice, slightly offended. "There's no place safer than my own home!"

"But you don't understand! Everyone in this house is in mortal danger!" Louis yelled as low as possible.

"Give me one good reason!" Violet crossed her arms in front of her. At the same time, a woman's shriek was heard from inside. The both of them turned their heads towards the kitchen.

"Oh no..." Louis gritted his teeth. "Ma'am, stay outside where it's safe!" he ordered her as he dashed towards the source of the shriek. Violet, not knowing what to do, just followed his orders and stepped outside the house. She now knows that her haven is not safe anymore.

~sometime during the banging of the door~

As Michael started to eat another slice of cake, he noticed a hooded figure stepping close to him. He peered into the hood and saw a skeleton head with red dots staring at him.

"Nice costume, mister!" he smiled.

"Thank you," the mysterious figure replied.

"Want some cake? It's my birthday you know!" Michael handed him a plate.

"Um... No thank you," the figure replied. "Are you Michael Xavier Stone?"

"Yes, yes I am!" Michael giggled playfully.

"Well this certainly made my job easier," the figure mumbled. "Where's your twin brother?" he asked the child.

"Over there with mom," Michael pointed at his twin. Alex noticed the man and ran over to him. He took the same peek under his hood.

"Nice costume, mister!" Alex smiled.

"Your brother said the same thing," the man chuckled. Marsha came to the small group and smiled.

"Hi," she greeted the man. "Not to be rude or anything, but, do I know you?"

"Nope, and you don't need to know me," the figure chuckled before snapping his fingers. A chilly atmosphere suddenly filled the room. Everyone in the room suddenly feels very heavy.

"Wh-what's going on!?" Marsha's eyes were wide open.

"I... can't move!" Peter struggled.

"Who are you and what are you up to?" Mark yelled at the stranger.

"Now, now. Indoor voices, please," the man said. "It'll make my job easier."

"What are you trying to do? I demand an answer right now!" Marsha glared.

"If you must know, my mission is to eliminate the two boys," the man raised his scythe. "They're a threat for us in the near future."

"What threat!?" Peter yelled. "They're just kids!"

The hooded man ignored the father of two. "Let's start with the younger twin." He swung his scythe towards Alex. Marsha closed her eyes and screamed loudly. Michael somehow broke loose from the bindings and pushed Alex away. Sadly, he didn't have the time to react as the scythe stabbed through his body. Everyone was shocked at Michael's heroic deed. The hooded man was the most shocked of them all.

"Impossible!" he exclaimed. "How can a mere child break through this immobilizer!?"

He pulled his scythe away and turned towards the other child.

"No matter," he sighed. "At least that part of the job is finished."

Alex trembled in fear to what the figure would do to him. His limbs weakened as he cried.

"Now," the man raised his scythe once more, "any last words?"

"Yes," a voice appeared from behind him. "How about, I'll kick your ass?"

As the man turned his head around, gunfires rang, making him flown back to the wall. Everyone turned their heads towards the shooter. A young man with silver eyes and hair pointed his black beretta towards the hooded figure.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked them.

"We can't move," Alex told him.

"Binding spell..." the teen mumbled. "Gimme a sec..." He then chant some unknown language. The room filled with light and the family's mobility has been restored.

"There, I think you can move now," he said. "Get to safety. Now!"

The family nodded and followed his order. Alex, who was too scared to move, was picked up by his father. The hooded man got up and raised his hand. All of the exits have been sealed with an ice wall. The family turned their heads towards the hooded figure and were shocked to see the figure was a skeleton from top till bottom.

"Nobody gets out alive!" the skeletal figure's jaws clattered. He then floated in the air with his scythe on his hands.

"I don't think so!" the young man replied as he took a defensive position. He took out a card from his pocket and began to glow a white light. Slowly, his body began to grow silver fur and his ears repositioned themselves to the top of his head. He also began to grow a muzzle and a tail. When the transformation was finished, his appearance turned into an anthro-wolf. He then crushed his card, transforming it into a great sword with a very unique design. He held the sharp blade with both hands and pointed it at the undead.

"You're not taking any victims, Death!" the wolf growled, showing his canine teeth. His eyes burned with hatred as he gazed upon the skeleton's eyes.

To be contiuned...