All of a sudden, an energy rope came out of nowhere and yanked the scythe out of Black Ghost’s hands.
“What?” said Black Ghost, looking over in the direction the rope had come from. “Who did that?”
Standing in the doorway, the scythe lying at her feet, was none other than Christina. She wasn’t grinning, however. She was glaring at Black Ghost with hatred in her eyes, as if Black Ghost had personally offended her somehow. Then again, given her previous comments about Black Ghost being a p*****t, maybe this was just revenge for all the times he peeped on her.
“Sorry, Carl,” said Christina, “but I don’t think you’ll be needing this scythe anymore. You’re not conscious.”
“Not conscious?” said Black Ghost. “What are you—”
Seeing my chance, I rushed over to Black Ghost and punched him in th
