Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Five
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[TWENTY-THREE]
(THIS IS CYD's CHAPTER!!! LIKE, THE WHOLE CHAPTER IS IN HER POINT OF VIEW!! ENJOY!!)
    "So, where's the spellbook?" I asked him, and he took me to the room where the book was held.
    "There it is." He pointed to a door, leaving me to go in alone.
    "Alright. Stay here, and be careful." I said, he nodded, and slunk back into the shadows, awaiting my return.
    The room I entered was musty. It was damp too, but then again, the floor was wet. In the center of the room, was a huge column that was in the middle of a vast pool of water. Not like a little puddle, but an actual pool. Literally. The column had a ladder hooked onto the sides of it so you could climb up it, and I was pretty sure that since I don't know any magics of my own, I'll have to swim to the lader and climb up. That was what happened too.
    I looked around, looking for any unwanted people, put my wet-suit hat back on, and sunk into the pool, going down the steps until I was all the way under it. I kicked off of the wall, heading for the ladder, and grabbing hold of one of the bars. I hoisted myself up, and started climbing, feeling the water on my face. I went up to the top, and noticed that it wasnt just a column, the top of it, where the book was held, was like a big hall-way without walls. I got up, and realized that the hall-way was as thing as a tight-rope in a circus freak show. This wasn't going to go well was it?
    I poised myself to where I was sitting on the tight-rope hall and started inching over to the other side of the column where the book held. I saw it, and I was just a foot away. I reached out my hand, and grabbed the book, and unzipped my wet-suit, slipping the book into it, and zipping the suit bak up, knowing I'd have to swim again to the shore of this room. I made sure it was secure and tight so the book didn't get wet on the inside from the bulkiness of it, and started for the ladder again. I climbed down more quickly this time, and I tore through the waters as a torpedo, and made it to the stairs, and walked up them, letting myself drip dry of the water that was on me, and then I left the room, jumping into the shadows and feeling Dean's presence just as a waitor pulled around the corner with a cart full of foods. The door closed just as we saw his whole body turning the corner. Dean and I caught our breath, hoping he didn't feel our presence, and he passed just as he came, simple and quiet. Fast, and unnoticed.
    Whew!
    "Let's go!" I said, and we started for the big spiral stairs, and no one spotted us.
    I hope.