''''Dad, catch!" a young girl, barely 5 years old, yelled behind the sweetest of innoct giggles.

    "Good one, baby," a young, cheerful man said in return.

    "Now you''ve got to catch it."

    It was a game of catch and toss played betwe a father and his daughter. One of the fondest and last memories the daughter has of her late dad is from before she ev understood death. And now it was looking into her eyes and reaching out for her soul.

    And while she knew death was chasing her, she allowed her mind to ruminate on those long, distant thoughts, feeling the warmth she had felt wh she was actually there. Letting it take over her body and drown out the fright. She felt so good.

    Is this the joyous 7 minutes we experice before brain death? Is this what we see before we die? Is this what it means to have life flash before your eyes?

    °°°

    Laughter like an evil scream pierced the ears of the fall girl, jolting her out of her slumber, blood still covering her face and pooling beath her on the g. The girl rose from her position in the dirt and looked a, the world spinning in her view, and began to creep towards a tree for support.

    The laughter, although it was the loudest it had be, didn''t seem to matter. All she could think about was the sharp pain and the metallic taste of blood staining her tongue. She tried to stand up straight and walk, the deafing sound of the laughter becoming more appart, but only walked about half a step before collapsing back into the grasp of the tree. Th she noticed something.

    The rocks were gone. She was back where she started, in the middle of the woods, with no idea how she got there or how to get out.

    Just as the young girl thought everything was over, she heard a shrieking sounds followed a sonic boom.

    Boom!

    Something slammed against a stone in the distance.

    ''''Shriekkk!"

    Th the monster wailed, the hollow shrieked miserably before breathing its last the young girl believes.

    Just as the child was wondered who her saviour was, she felt something hot getting splashed on her face before it became warm and slowly but surely she regained her sight.

    Her beautiful amber eyes met a pair of striking gold eyes and a head full of gray hair.

    ''''How are you feeling now?" He asked as he offered his hand, Lilith abstmindedly took that hand and tried to stand up albeit with a difficulty. The young child waited patitly, he ev helped him to stand on her feet by putting his arms a her delicate waist.

    ''''Easy, take easy, I''m here and my father just killed that thing, you don''t have to worry about it anymore, you''re safe now.'''' The boy blurted, trying to reassure her.

    Lilith''s tse body relaxed and she started crying. This was their first meeting.