'Till Death do us Part (1x1 with Stardustblade)

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Grim stood up, soaked from head to toe, his hair damping over his eyes. He moved his hair out of his way and looked up at Miguel crying. "Miguel." Grim pouted. If he was crying, something hurt, inside or out. He walked over to him and kissed his cheek, just like his own mom would do whenever he was crying. "Don't cry, Miguel. Ignore those meanies! They're just jealous cause you're able to catch awesome insects while they can't catch anything for squat!" Grim insisted, suddenly hugging Miguel and shaking him around. "No crying no crying no crying!" Grim insisted, then looking at Miguel seriously as he offered his pinky. "From today on, if anyone is ever mean to you, I'm going to make them say sorry! No matter who it is! I'll smack them with my net!" Grim assured, wrapping his pinky round Miguel's. "Amistad fuerte, llega más allá de la muerte^*." Grim recited as he smiled at Miguel. "So no more crying, si? Come on...I'll even help you catch that scorpion you wanted to catch." Grim added, wanting to cheer his best friend up.

 

Megara and Death smiled ever so happily when they heard Jorge mention that they would grow up as brothers, because they felt the same exact way. "Si! They'll end up being so close. I can see them both attending at each other's weddings!" Megara squealed. "Now darling you're thinking way ahead they're only four." Death reminded her, only to then look down at his coffee with a worried expression. "I just hope...that by then they both agree on wearing more clothes on than less..."

 

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Miguel continued to cry, sloppily reaching up his hands to wipe his tears before Grim comforted him. He just felt so terrible. Why was everyone being so mean to him? He didn't do anything wrong... He just wanted to be loved and to love everyone else too. He wasn't a meanie, so why was everyone a meanie to him. He just didn't understand it.

"B-B-Bu-t..." Miguel hiccuped. It wasn't until he heard Grim's words that he began to feel better. Who needed anyone else when you had Grim. Slowly Miguel managed to muster up a smile.

"A-Amistad fuerte, llega más allá de la muerte..." He responded. He didn't even know what that meant, but it was a good thing. He returned the pinky promise and wrapped his arms around Grim.

"G-Gracias, Greem...." He said with a sniffle.

 

Meanwhile Jorge reached out and placed his hand on Death's shoulder. "Now Muerte, you and I both know it be that time before you know it. Who knows, after you hold your first grandchild it will feel like it was only yesterday when you held Grim as a baby. Time flies... But don't worry, they'll wear clothes." Deep down, he knew he wouldn't see Miguel have a grandchild. He wouldn't even make it to see Miguel hit his tenth birthday. But still... He tried to ignore the thought for now, or place it in the back of his head.

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Grim smiled, hugging Miguel again. "It's ok. Just don't ever pay attention to those horrible horrible meanies!" Grim hissed. Next time they messed around with Miguel, he would smack them with his net. Even if he got in trouble with his dad for it. He grabbed his net and took Miguel's hand, pulling him around the river as the sun began to set, covering the sky in hues of purple, pink, orange and yellow. "Now cheer up! Maybe we can catch a scorpion before it's bedtime! Unless you wanna head back now? Mommy will make us bathe either way." Grim said, internally whining at the fact that they would have to bathe. He hated baths!

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Miguel hugged Grim back. Despite the comforting words, he still felt pretty bad. Much better yes, but he still had sadness in his heart. Suddenly catching things didn't sound too great right now.

"I guess we can go home... I can get a scorpion another time..." He said. Miguel never turned the the opportunity to catch a scorpion or lizard, and definitely never turned down an option to stall bathtime even further. Miguel looked to the ground, but his eyes widened. "Greem-" suddenly he pushed Grim out of the way. Out from right behind Grim launched a snake ready to strike. Instead of taking the hit however, out of pure reflexes Miguel caught the snake by it's throat making it hiss in pain. Miguel took a step back, shocked with what he just did. "U-Uhhhh-"

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Grim fell back, splashing into the water as Miguel pushed him out of safety. He sat up, moving hair out of his eyes as they widened in utter horror and shock. Miguel was holding the snake by its throat! Like a hero, or something! He had saved him from being bitten...and caught the creature in mid attack. "M-Miguel!" Grim gasped, standing up as he walked back to Miguel, looking down at the snake as it struggled. "You...you caught a snake with tus MANOS! How did you do that?!" Grim asked. Snake bites were harmless unless the snake was venomous, to which unless they could find the snake to extract the venom to create the anti venom, you were screwed. "Miguel you're amazing!" Grim then realized now Miguel had a snake in his hands, and they had no idea how they were to get rid of it. If they tried to throw it, it might turn its head and bite. They could take it and keep it...but no one wants a snake as a pet. "Miguel, lets show this to daddy and mommy and uncle Jorge! They're going to be so excited! You're like a super hero!" Grim squealed, maybe or maybe not realizing the slight severity of the situation.

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Miguel didn't really understand the gravity of the situation either. Well, he was very scared of the snake in his hands (he knew because he almost peed his pants) but after looking at it squirm around Miguel thought it was actually kind of cool. Maybe Grim was right; Miguel was a sort of superhero! Just the thought of that made Miguel want to show it right away to his father and Death. Maybe they would congratulate Miguel on having a super power! And then Grim could be his super hero partner.

"Aww yeah!" Miguel cheered as he agreed. "Let's show them right now! I can't wait to see the look on their faces. Maybe Mama Méga will make us little costumes!" Over the years, Miguel developed the name Mama Méga or just Méga for Megara. He loved her as a mother, and with her being the only female figure in his life that was the best name he had for her. Miguel would sometimes call Death either Papa Muerte, Tío Muerte or just Muerte.

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Grim squealed as he ran with Miguel back to the house, holding his free hand as they did so. The snake wiggled in Miguel's hand in struggle but it was useless to do anything as it couldn't move to bite. He loved the idea of his mom making them costumes though. "Si! Mami will be so impressed too, that she might let us skip a bath!" Grim giggled. The two ran all the way to the house, where Grim threw the net to the side and opened the door, the two stepping in. "Mommy, Daddy, Uncle, look what Miguel caught!" Grim squealed. "You're back. Look at you two you're soaked from your head to your-" Megara began, until she froze upon seeing the snake that Miguel held in his hand, just wiggling on and about. "S-S-Serpiente!!!" Megara shrieked as the colors drained from her face as she slammed her back to the nearest wall. "Mm? What do you-DIOS MÍO!" Death jumped onto his feet. A snake. The kids brought in a snake. "Isn't it cool?! Miguel caught it with his own hands! He saved me, like a superhero! Can we keep it?!" Grim asked as he jumped around excitedly. Death was awestruck. He did not know how he caught the snake, but he did not want that thing loose if it was venomous. "Miguel, don't drop it, just slowly give it to me, don't let go of it unless I say so..."

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Miguel slowly frowned. Why was everyone looking at him like it was a bad thing? He caught a snake! Isn't that amazing and cool? Maybe it wasn't big enough or scary looking enough. What if grown ups caught snakes all the time? Slowly, Miguel reached our his hand to give the snake to Death. Miguel looked scared, and nervous. "W-What's wrong...?" He asked. "Isn't it cool...?"

 

Meanwhile Jorge was fuming. He was outraged at what Miguel just brought into the house.

"Coño!" He yelled, waving his cane around in his seat. Jorge was already getting worked up. "We let you boys go our alone for a few seconds and what do you do? You get a damn snake! Why, if it wasn't for that snake in you hand Miguel I would slap you right upside the head with my cane! Muñeca! You're lucky I'm not one of those old bastardos who beats their niños!"

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Grim was equally as confused. Why did they look so scared? His own dad handled snakes all the time. What was so different from this? Death quickly sensed the tense atmosphere that formed understandably, and knelt down to Miguel, quickly taking hold of the snake in a way it wouldn't be able to bite. "It is cool, Miguel. But snakes aren't something to play with. What if it had slipped from your hand and bit you? Not only would it had been painful, it could have killed you." Death explained as he stood up and walked over to the big book shelf like furniture that was filled with all colorful liquids and ingredients. He took out a small glass and turned. "Come here. Both of you." Death asked. Grim held Miguel's hand as they got closer. They then proceeded to watch as Death neared the glass to the snake, causing it to open its mouth and show its sharp fangs. He pressed the top of the snake's head against the jar opening, the fangs dripping large amounts of a yellowish liquid into the jar. "This is venom. All snakes carry it inside their bodies in order to paralyze and kill their prey. Some just cause a paralyzing effect that doesn't allow you to speak or move, but others cause your heart and lungs to stop working, killing you within moments. If you had been bitten by this snake, as young as you are, you would die in a matter of thirty minutes, maybe less." Death explained as he milked the snake's venom. He then retreated the jar until it was full enough and asked Megara to close it and get it with the rest of the venoms, which she promptly did. "It's not that it is cool, Miguel, Grim, it is that it's dangerous if you aren't careful. A snake's venom is very very powerful, and sometimes antivenoms aren't enough." Death explained again. Grim seemed to shrink at his father's strict gaze, hugging Miguel close. "You're mad..." He murmured. "Yes. We are. But only because we worried for a moment! We all love you so much, we don't want anything bad to happen to any of you." Megara said with a small smile as she closed set the venom in the highest part, out of reach.

 

(This venom has some foreshadowing just letting you know)

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(I love foreshadowing~)

Miguel teared up at he followed along with Death. Miguel hated it when the grown ups were mad at him. He only thought the snake was cool! Miguel was able to quiet down and calm down when Death explained everything. It all made sense now.

"Oh... I didn't know they could hurt like that..." Miguel said with a frown as he wiped his eyes with his forearms. Now that he thought about it, the snake truly was scary. He was happy Death took it away. As he was filling the jar up with venom, Miguel looked on in awe. After seeing Death's gaze once more, Miguel quickly returned Grim's hug.

"We're sorry..." Miguel said sadly. "We won't ever get near the snakies again. We'll run and get you!"

Meanwhile Jorge continued to ran on. It wasn't until when Death finished his lecture that Jorge decided to promptly smack Miguel upside the head with his cane.

"If I ever see you with that snake again you better start running!" He called. Miguel sniffled and rubbed the back of his head with a soft 'owwie.' Honestly, the cane didn't hurt that bad. Jorge knew that. He would've done it if it did cause actual damage. Jorge could beat the hell out of a criminal with it however. He done that once or twice when someone stole from his yard.

"And I won't smack Grim unless Muerte tells me too." He said with a firm pout.

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Grim gasped when Jorge smacked Miguel, and even though it didn't hurt, he went ahead and kissed Miguel's head to make it feel better. However he did whine and hid behind Megara when Jorge suggested the cane. "Not the cane!" Grim whined. Megara couldn't help but to chuckle, patting Grim's head. "Don't worry, he'll gain proper punishment." Megara assured, which didn't make Grim feel any better. "Like Miguel said! We'll run away and get you if we ever see a snake!" Grim insisted. "It's fine. You two are forgiven. Nothing bad happened and no one got hurt." Death said. However he then growled over to Grim, who seemed to shake to a point of peeing his pants. "However, I think it would be proper punishment to cut the playdate short today." Death suggested. Grim gasped. "No!" He quickly ran over to Miguel, hugging him tight. "I'll never touch a snake ever again but pleeeeeease let him stayyyyy!!!!" Grim begged, rubbing his face against Miguel. "It's a just punishment to have you grounded for the day. You'll be ungrounded by tomorrow morning. However it is up to Jorge for how long Miguel stays grounded." Death said, picking up a needle and moving the snake around in his hand, the snake wrapping itself around. Death poked it here and there, and then pricked it with the needle right where the heart was, killing the snake within a few minutes. Grim turned to Jorge with pleading eyes and got on his knees, getting his hands up as he clasped them together. "Pwease let Miguel still be my friend! I'll be good and we'll never touch a snake ever again!" Grim pleaded as cutely as he possibly could. 

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Miguel was already crying once more at that point. Tears were streaming down his face and wet snot was streaming down his nose. Despite trying to be a 'tough guy,' Miguel was a crybaby. And a bed wetter. He clung to Grim tightly never wanting to let go as if Grim would disappear if he did. When Grim went down to bed Miguel followed right behind him.

"Por favor P-Papa!" He said in sobs and hiccups. "P-Por favor don't take Greeem away! I'll never even look at a snake or think about a snake or even say snake again pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee por favorrrrr let me play with Greem again!"

 

Jorge looked down at the two tiny beggars. After a few seconds he couldn't help but slip into a chuckle. How silly it all was, the two children hysterical because they thought they would actually be separated. The way they pronounced their words (especially Miguel's 'Greem') made it even more silly and adorable at the same time. With a soft sigh and a shake of his head, Jorge reached down to pat their heads.

"I think they learned their lessons... I would say to just have them stay inside for the day, but since you grounded Grim for the day Muerte I will do the same for Miguel."

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It was quite a sight, to say the least. The two children acted as if it was the end of the world, and that they would be separated for the rest of their lives never to be seen again when it was everything quite the opposite. "Now now." Megara said, walking over to the two crying children, rubbing their heads and kissing away their tears. "You'll only be away from each other for one night. You can play again tomorrow first thing in the morning like you always do." Megara assured. Grim sniffled, looking up at his mother before clinging onto Miguel. "Pwomise?" He squeaked, big pleading eyes looking up at her to the point of melting anyone's heart. "Promise." Megara purred, giving the boys more assuring kisses. Death was laughing on his side. The two children were relentless as much as they meant well. The older they got, the harder it would be to get them apart. Grim looked relieved, then looked at Miguel with a stubborn expression before looking back at the adults in the room. "When I gwow up, I'm going to mawwy Miguel, that way we don't have to be apawt!"

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Miguel held onto Grim and Megara tightly. Miguel loved Megara. She was the only woman he had in his life and therefore he loved her like she was his own mother. Often he would go to her to get spoiled and whatnot (although Jorge did have his moments when he spoiled Miguel and Grim as well). With a soft smile after she kissed him, Miguel snuggled his check right into her hold.

"I like Méga more than Papa~" he chimed, to which Jorge turned a few shades whiter.

"Q-Que?!" He asked, an entire cocktail of feelings in his heart from such a statement. "I have to deal with your whining and your clinging at night and this is what I get?! Muñeca, don't make me smack you with the cane again!"

Miguel giggled softly. "I kidding~!" He snuggled into Grim once more. "But I want to marry Greem too!"

Jorge's dark skin turned even whiter. "M-Marry?! Esposa?! E-Esposo?! No! Worry about your life first and your childhood before you dare think about that!" Despite them only being babies practically, Jorge was still very scared or seeing them grow up so fast even though he'll most likely die before then.

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Megara couldn't help to laugh at the scene, Death busying himself by dissecting the snake and taking notes. These two would be the end of anyone if they weren't careful. Grim couldn't help but to gasp at hearing that Miguel wanted to marry him back. He squealed and hugged Miguel. "You two might want to hold your wedding plans, Jorge isn't ready to give away his son to marriage." Death chuckled. Grim gasped in realization, he hadn't even asked permission! He turned to Jorge, and with the most serious expression, he said; "Uncle Jowge, allow me to mawwy Miguel!" Grim asked, but was soon stopped as he was scooped up into his mother's arms. "I think that's enough marriage talk for one day mister. You're scaring Jorge." Megara said while holding back her laughter, soon turning to Jorge. "Don't worry Jorge dear, no one could ever replace you. You're his one and only father." Megara assured. Meanwhile Grim was grumpily moving his feet, waving his arms around. "Down down down!" He demanded. "Oh no you don't. You stink and you need a bath before its bedtime." Megara insisted, holding the grumpy Grim from escaping from her arms. "Noooo...I don't wanna~" Grim whined, before unconsciously yawning. "I want to...stay with Miguel~ Can I walk him home? Pleeeease? I'll return after I walk him home~" Grim insisted. "You have to ask Jorge." Megara said. Grim turned to Jorge with big eyes. "Uncle Jorge, can I walk you and Miguel hoooome?~"

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Jorge immediately shook his head and picked up Miguel over his should. The whole marriage talk let him know it was time to go home for the day. It still lingered on his mind, making him inwardly cringe.

"No." Jorge said sternly, tapping his cane on the ground. "You both stink like mierda and Miguel needs his bath too. You go take a bath with your Madre."

Miguel sniffled and squirmed around in Jorge's grasp. He didn't want to take a bath. He hated baths. He just wanted to play with Grim more and spend more time with him. "Nooooo Papa! I promise I'll never talk about marriage againnnnnnnnnnn!" He whined.

"No." Jorge replied.

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"You heard him. Time for your bath." Megara said as she waved at Miguel and Jorge. "Have a good afternoon boys. Be careful on the way home." Megara chimed as sweetly as ever before taking Grim away for his bath. "Noooooooo Migueeeeeel!" Grim whined, tears forming as he began to cry in one of his childish tantrums, waving his feet and arms around. However as soon as he started, Death was quick to quiet it down. "Grim Guada...~" Death hummed, his voice strict and hinting warning as he even used Grim's middle name. At the voice Grim practically froze like a plank before whimpering. He waved at Miguel. "Bye Miguel..." Grim murmured before disappearing into the hallway. Death picked at the bones of the snake before glancing up at Jorge with a smile. "Good night, Jorge, Miguel. Careful on your way home." Death said.

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Jorge sighed as he began to carry Miguel away. Honestly he felt bad for having to separate the boys but it was for the best. "Thank you, Muerte... I hope you have a good nights rest." With that, he lifted Miguel up more. "Come on. You'll see Grim tomorrow."

Miguel sniffled and continued to squirm around. He didn't want to be separated from Grim. He especially didn't want a bath.

"Nuuuuuuuu......" He whined softly. "Papa......"

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Grim was as stubborn as ever when it came to his bath, but Megara was able to wash the dirt off him quickly before could make a big enough fuss to splash too much water out of the tub. "Oi, Grim! Where did you boys went to play? You have mud all over!" Megara said as she washed Grim's hair. "The river!" Grim said cheerfully. "You know, you could use shoes. They exist for a reason." Megara suggested. But Grim simply growled and shook his head. "I don't like shoes!" He said as he crossed his arms. Megara sighed. "What a stubborn little boy you are." Megara smiled, picking up a bucket and rinsing Grim with water. Once he was finished, she helped him dry up and changed him into the white, long sleeved dress pajamas. "Time for bed now." Megara tucked Grim into his bed. "I wanted Miguel to stay for a little longer..." Grim complained. "I know. But for one, you guys need sleep, and two, parents want to be with their kids too. Otherwise we miss them alot." Megara explained, kissing Grim gently on the forehead as she went on to close the door. "Mami, does this really mean that I can go visit Miguel tomorrow?" Grim asked. "You can go and visit Miguel, but you must remember to ask Jorge, and no, I won't allow you to visit him before the rooster calls." Megara insisted. "Alright...buenas noches." "Buenas noches Grim."

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A few weeks had passed and it was now time to take Miguel to go visit Grim yet again. Jorge as always ended up dragging Miguel very early in the morning (before he even for up to the crops which was rather impressive.) Despite the time however, Jorge had Miguel stay longer in order to tend to the chores of the farm which he rarely did. Jorge was very aggravated at that, so today he put his foot down. If Miguel got some of the farm work done by noon, then he could go off and play with Grim. So that is what Miguel did. By noon, almost all the work was done. He was currently finishing up one of the last chores he had to do. As Miguel was doing this, Jorge was preparing some food for lunch, and seasoning meats for dinner. Outside the farm however was another story.

Numerous kids had came, and started throwing rocks at Jorge's home once more. Jorge ignored as he usually would. However ignoring the rocks today was a very big mistake. As Miguel went back inside to ask his father what to do next, a brick slipped inside through an opening used as a window and knocked over oil into the fire that was cooking lunch. Almost immediately the flames spread and just as quickly lit Jorge's home on fire. The kids ran away, but in town many could see the thick black smoke rise up from the farm. They were whispering to each other, not one going to help for they all knew it was the home of el brujo that was on fire.

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It was just another day as usual. Death was checking up on a young patient brought in by his mother. Megara was outside setting the laundry to dry. Grim wanted to help, and he did his best, raising the sheets that were ever so bigger than him over his head for his mother to take and throw over the clothing line. Each time she did, Grim would run right through, hiding in between, enticing a small game of hide and seek. "Where could Grim have gone?" Megara cooed once she noticed Grim wasn't by the basket. It wasn't hard to find him, as she could see a pair of tiny feet right behind one of her own dresses. She casually walked around, and suddenly yet gently, grabbed Grim, picking him up in her arms. "Herr he is!" Grim squealed, laughing as he waved his arms. "No fair! How do you always find me?!" Grim asked. "I'm just that good." Megara cooed, giving Grim loads of kisses before something began to rise into the sky among the horizon. "Mommy, rain clouds." Grim pointed at the dark clouds rising from the ground. "Those aren't rain clouds darling. That's smoke." Megara corrected, but froze in place just as quick as she did. "...smoke...allot of it..." Megara murmured. She narrowed her eyes, and a few seconds of thinking, her eyes widened in the horror of realization. It was coming from their property. Jorge! Miguel!

 

"You should take a spoonful in the morning and a spoonful in the night every day until you finish it. The rash should go away after a few days...but I do suggest avoiding running through strange looking plants again." Death said with a smile, handing the medicine over to the mother and rubbing the kid's head. The calm was pierced by Megara's own scream of horror.

 

"MUERTE!!!"

 

Death jumped onto his feet, rushing to the nearest window and slamming it open. "Megara?!" He saw his wife and son stare into the horizon. Upon following their gaze he saw tube smoke...it took him less than a few seconds to realize its origin. "Mierda." Death hissed, rushing to his door. "Mommy isn't that where the witch's son lives?" The boy asked, pointing over, the two now standing outside the house. His mother hushed him and Death looked up at them. "I'm sorry, it's an emergency." With that, he ran. He didn't even wait for Megara, just running as fast as his feet could take him. The house looked like hell had knocked on the doorstep. He could feel the intensity of the heat mere feet away. "Jorge! Miguel!" Death screamed. People had began to gather ever so slightly. Death turned. "We have to stop it from getting any bigger! It'll spread and become too much to control! Bring water from the river!" Death asked. Of course, the risk of the fire ending up spreading was a fear that the village could work for compared to saving the witch's son, and men quickly tried to bring bucketfuls to keep it that way, but it was obvious they were just pretending, actually wishing to see the house and its inhabitants burn. Death would be having none of it. Death wrapped his scarf around his mouth and nose, and taking a deep breath, he rain right into the house. "Miguel, Jorge!!!" He screamed, barely able to see anything through the thick smoke.

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Inside the smoke was even thicker. Death could hear some quiet cries and whimper. Thankfully right in front of him was Jorge. He was reaching out towards the kitchen.

"Muerte....!" He cried as loud as his lungs allowed him to. "M-My son.... Kitchen......!" As soon as he said that, there was a small explosion from the kitchen. Jorge used up the rest of his oxygen to let out one piercing scream for his child.

"MIGUEL!!!" He tried to get up, to do something. But as soon as he moved an inch he couldn't do it no more. It wasn't until he suddenly force himself up to throw himself towards the kitchen although he didn't get far at all. Tears were already down his face. "Muerte please...! My Miguel.....!!!!"

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Death's eyes kept darting back and forth from Jorge and the kitchen, but as soon as the explosion occurred, he knew that the child was priority. He got a hand on Jorge's shoulder. "I'll get him, get out of here!" Death ordered, coughing a bit before dashing into the kitchen. The fire was much more intense here, the kitchen oil fueling the fire to burn even bigger. "Miguel! Miguel, where are you?!" Death screamed. He looked around, his eyes burning from the smoke that covered his sight. He moved around, careful of the flames as he knelt down, closer to the floor where less smoke was as it rose into the air. He finally found him, his little body sprawled across the floor underneath one of the kitchen cabinets, just barely at the verge of crushing him. "Sh*t." Death hurried over, getting his hands on the wooden furniture and pushing with all of his strength. His fingertips burned as he pushed it off, throwing it to the side and feeding it to the nearest fire. He gently picked up Miguel in his arms, quickly wrapping his scarf around him to keep him from inhaling the toxic fumes. "You're ok Miguel, you're ok. We're getting you out of here, chiquito." Grim assured, holding Miguel in his arms as he ran out of the kitchen and to Jorge. "Jorge, can you move?!" Death asked. They were running out of time. The place would collapse on them at any second...

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Miguel was half concious in Death's hold. All he could do is whimper and cry in pain. The entire left side of his body was burnt severely, going up to his neck. Everything hurt and he could barely breathe. Despite all the pain he didn't have the energy to scream or cry.

Jorge's eyes widened once he saw Miguel in Death's arms. He knew it was bad as soon as he saw him. Even more tears fell from his eyes but he needed to be strong. With the rest of his strength he lifted himself up and began to drag himself to the exit. "Sí! Muerte, please help my son!" As he dragged himself, a small nail from the floorboard cut into his leg. He didn't care however; he kept going. "My son is hurt! My son! Miguel! Please save him!" He cried. "Do not worry about me! I will make it out!"

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Death looked down at Jorge with the saddest of eyes. However he knew that if he didn't began treatment now, Miguel might not make it, and even if he did, he could lose his arm. "...I'll see you outside..." Death coughed, holding Miguel tightly and running off, across the fire and smoke through the doorway, where he was greeter by the much needed fresh air. He breathed heavily, his white clothing blackened by the smoke. "Don't worry, Miguel. I've got you." Death purred. He had to make sure this child made it. He ran as fast as his feet could take him back to his home, getting there in a matter of minutes to a horrified Megara, who screamed when she saw Miguel's condition. "Dios mio Miguel!" "Clear the table!" Death ordered, and the table was promptly cleared up to lay down Miguel. Death began his work, pouring cold water across the burns to clean them before beginning to disinfect and take away the dead skin, using elixirs and all kinds of medicine at his disposal to make sure that Miguel would be ok. "Miguel...?" Grim gasped, tears in his eyes as he trembled. He had never seen Miguel hurt...it was scary. "W...Where's uncle Jorge?" Grim asked. Jorge had to be around, for Miguel! Death didn't answer, and Grim was quick to make a decision. He ran off, running to the burning farm house as his mother cried after him. "Jorge...! Uncle!!!" Grim screamed, his mother barely catching him feet before he could dash into the burning house. "Uncle Jorge!!!"