Death Is Sweet Ch.2 (Part 1) by the13lakes
The Life Taker Is A Saviour
I died in a car accident along with my brother and parents. The problem with that is that I was destined to live through the crash, or so my Master tells me.
Everyone has a fixed time of death and no matter what you do, you will die at that exact time. A lot of those dates aren't set for the person so they get to die as an elder. A reason for that is because death is something that can change people and drive them to do things that changes other peoples lives or could change the world...
When this is disturbed by a death that shouldn't be, the world could be thrown off balance and society could collapse and wipe itself from the planet earth. This of course is a worst case scenario and one that is hard to correct, which is why I had been talked into enlisting as a demi-death god and my Master is the all powerful Death herself.
Death is a strong being in more then one way, she is strict, but sweet, and tends to be motherly. And like most mothers, she knows best, which is why she chose to talk me, a thirteen-year-old boy, into being something that collects the souls of people having trouble passing on, to be a taker of lives.
After I was enlisted, Death trained me personally in how to use the powers that came with the job and after I got them down pat, she gave me a black, hooded cloak and a pair of black leather gloves then told me I was ready for the job. Nervously I nodded then began thinking as we walked to the black gate back to Earth. After getting to the gate I facing her again I asked “ I never thought about it before... but aren't I supposed to have a scythe as well?”
Death giggled and said “No Tommy, you don't need a scythe. Only I have one and I only have it encase of any problems arising in this world, whether it be with the other gods, the demigods, or the souls.”
“Oh... that's probably for the best then...”
“It is. Now remember to only take the gloves off when collecting a soul, it won't do if you accidentally touch someone and kill them. Another thing, if a human is influenced by a being from this world, whether by accident or not, they can kill people who aren't ready to die. So if you see something that is wrong you are allowed to intervene but only in such a case.”
“Now, I'm stationing you in a small city on the west coast of Canada called Sunset City. It a fairly quiet town... but there are a few souls that you might find... troubling.
“There is another death god there, so if you need help call him. The black angel who will come by everyday to take the souls you have collected back to this world is called Amy. Shes a good girl but she can get moody so be as good to her as you have been for me, alright?”
“I will.” I said with a smile.
“Good,” she gave me a kiss on the forehead then said “Good luck and remember that it is just their time, if you don't help them you will only torture the soul.”
“Goodbye Tommy.” she smiled, then I turned away from her and walked into the darkness that was the gate behind me covering half of the large domed room. The darkness was so thick that after only three steps into it, I couldn't see my own hands an inch from my face. I couldn't see Death anymore either when I looked back to her. Looking back forward, I walked on deeper and deeper into the soundless, blinding nothingness that this passage back to earth was.
Eventually I noticed light starting to slip into the surrounding emptiness, and as it did shapes started to form all around me until finally, I found myself walking down a dark alleyway. Stopping, I began to look around. The darkness was no where to be seen. What I could see though, when I looked up was the never ending sky full of its twinkling stars and its single silver sliver of a moon.
Suddenly, as I gazed at the stars, part of the already dark sky started to blot out like all the stars starting from the one directly above me were dieing out. Then an angry voice shouted “Hey! I know you're new and it's your first time back after a fair bit of time, but people need you to get to work! Hurry up, Shiny eyes!”
“What? Oh! You must be the angel of death! Sorry! I'll get right on it!” I said then Teleported to the first person who appeared in my mind.
I now found myself standing in a hospital room. An elder man lay in the bed well another, younger, man sat sound asleep in a chair by his side. The elder man -Robbert was his name I realized as it drifted into my mind when I thought about it- slowly opened his tired eyes and looked to me. He smiled and said “You know... we grow up thinking Death would be a skeleton in a cloak with a large scythe in one hand... or even an old man dressed in black... but to think you were a young boy who looked no older then my grandson...”
I gave a sad smile and said back “I'm not the real death, but I work for her. No one person could collect up souls all over the world so she employees some souls who want to help.”
“Really...? so that means... I'm sorry... you must have died young...”
“I did but I get to continue on with this job. When you get to the other side you will meet the real death, but don't worry, she's very kind and by no means does she look old.”
“Is that so?”
I smiled again then removed my right glove and said “Are you ready?”
“As I'll ever be.” he said quietly.
Nodding, I stepped closer. As I did Robbert closed his eyes and made himself comfortable. I set my hand down on his chest and the warmth began to leave his worn body. Raising my hand up, a light slipped out of him from the spot I touched and flouted up after my hand. Taking hold of the soul, I quickly became aware of all its good and all its bad, not that I had to worry about that myself. Holding the bits of light to my cloak, I watched it weave itself into the fabric until the light it gave off was hidden away.
At the same time the younger man beside his father woke to the sound of the heart monitor's loud, unending squeal that signalled the end of a life. The man began to panic and tried to wake his dad by giving him a shake. When it didn't work he looked to the door behind me and cried out for someone to come help. I couldn't help but want to cry as he did. Holding back my tears as best I could, I put my glove back on then moved over to the man and told him that everything was going to be alright, though I knew he couldn't here me.
A second later I moved on to the next person.
* * *
A year later I've gotten much more accustom to this life style, though it is still sad to see the loved ones of the deceased so upset.
On a more random note, I'm still trying to get used to not needing to eat or sleep. When things get slow -which they do. One day there was only three soul to collect.- I still find myself munching on some food I find nearby. Amy pops up ever now and then and remind me to not take food that isn't mine If she catches me, she isn't forceful about it though.
By now Amy and I have started to get along well enough that she'll come and chat with me every now and then when she doesn't need to be doing anything... which would be more often then you would think.
Today, from the corner of my eye, I saw her silently flout down through the rain falling from the storm clouds. I was in the middle of collecting another soul, A teen-aged girl named Sally. She just turned sixteen and was taking the car she got from her parents out for a spin with her dad. They had crashed into a drunk driver. Both drivers died well the father was unconscious. He, unlike his daughter, would live for a few years longer. The girl was extremely confused, scared and worried about her dad. It took some time to calm her down and explain that everything will be fine. When she finally gave in and rested, I collected her soul and turned to Amy. “Thanks for waiting” I said calmly.
“She was giving you trouble?” she asked. She couldn't see the souls of the dieing people. To her I looked like a kid talking to his pet rock. On the other hand she new very well that I had been talking to the soul of the girl who had been trying to hopelessly cling on to life.
“She was worried for her father, and wanted to know what happened generally.”
I made a soft humming noise in agreement then said “From what I can tell she was a sweat girl too. She somehow makes me think of my cousin... who happens to live in town actually.”
“You have family here?!”
“I haven't told you? I have two cousins in town. Both girls, sisters that is. The older one is in her twenties I think. She looks after her younger sister -who's around my age- because their parents passed a few years back.”
“You haven't gone and tried to talk to them have you?!”
“I might have died young, but I'm a lot smarter then that.” I said with a hint of annoyance.
“Alright, alright... it just that most people, no matter the age, would try talking to them...”
“Well... I would like to, but I know it would be bad to do, so I haven't. I did however go to see how they were getting on... I only looked through the window... there was a pale redheaded guy in the house that made me feel agitated for some reason or another but over all things seemed to be fine.
“Don't go doing that again...! The more you do that, the more you're going to want to go talk to them!”
Getting the message, my shoulders slumped a little and I started to feel bad. “Okay...”
Amy rolled her eyes then put me in a light headlock “Don't get all bummed out because I told you off! I just want to make sure you understand.” She said light heartedly.
“Alright, I get it! Now, could you let go...? your boob is squishing my face...” I said with half my face pushed into the side of her breast.
She stifled a laugh and said “What you don't like my boobs? I think most guys would be happy! Did your hormones not kick in before you died?” without letting me go.
“Its not like that!” I snapped as my face went red and I forced myself free.
“Oh...! so you just don't like them!” she said as she put her hands over them and made a pouting look.
My turn to roll my eyes “If your just going to tease me, I'm going to leave you behind! I still have people to see you know!”
“Ah! How mean! Fine, fine but before you go I wanted to let you know that the other death god, Jake, is leaving tonight. You'll be sharing the town with someone new now.”
“Yup, fresh from the grave.”
“I see, I hope this persons friendly...”
“From what I know he's well mannered enough, but he doesn't seem to like being around others much... plus, from what I understand, he isn't the best guy to be around.”
I made another humming noise as I thought for a moment, then I said “If you say so, but I'm still going to try an greet him at some point none the less.”
“Well, okay, but don't expect much from him and be careful.”
“I understand. No worries. Anyway, I need to get moving, are you coming?”
“No, I don't think I will, I don't want to hang out with a boob hater.” she smirked then said “See you tonight Shiny eyes!”
I waved good bye as she flew back up into the rain filled sky and disappeared amongst the clouds. Once she was gone I went to the next sorry scene with a silent *poof*
Some days later I hit another slow day. Taking the chance, I allowed myself to flout up into the air and began looking around for the new reaper. Finding him wasn't to hard as we gave off the feeling of being different from everyone and everything else. When I did find him I saw him sitting in cafe reading a small blue book. One of the employees came over to his table and to my surprise, began speaking to him! The girl wrote something down then walked away. Once she was gone from sight the man turned his head to look out the window and right at me. I gave a nervous smile and waved. He then mouthed “Come in”.
A moment later, I found myself sitting across from him with my cloak off and in full visibility, just as he was.
“It feels strange to have people take notice of me again...” I said quietly.
“I take it that means you have been at it for quiet a while then?” he said dryly.
“No... only a year really... but none the less...”
After a moments silence, he said “You're wondering why I'm sitting out like this.” He didn't really say it as a question but stated it as a fact, then continued to say “It makes me uncomfortable too not be visible, to not sit down to a cup of tea once in a while.”
“Oh... I can understand that. I still like to snack every now and then... but I do feel a bit wrong about it sometimes because I can't pay...”
The man paused and looked up from his book. I though he might scold me but instead he said “I heard that you would be young but I'm surprised to see that you were this young. It seems wrong for you to be doing this.”
“It is under normal circumstances, to have someone who died young to do this job, but I wasn't a normal case.”
The man gave me a questioning look and for the first time, looked interested.
“I wasn't supposed to die when I did, it wasn't supposed to be my time. So Death convinced me to go back as a demi-death god. Apparently, if I were to leave this world too soon it would fall into chaos and destroy itself.”
“Do you believe that?” he asked.
“No. What could I do too save the world? I'm just one person, and honestly I never had much interest in the world before. I just wanted to read my comics where people could get superpowers and do the most incredible things like saving a train full of people by themselves or stop missiles and nukes in midair with their mind... that was all that mattered to me at the time. I guess it was a mistake to think like that though...”
My fellow reaper sat quietly for a moment longer then said in a slightly awkward tone “Kids... shouldn't have to worry about what matters or not, Kids should only be doing what they like and complain about school.”
I wasn't sure how to react to that at first so I only stared at him with raised eyebrows, but then I smiled softly and said “Thanks, that was really good of you to say.”
The man made a gruff noise and looked away, then said “You should go now. I'm finding it hard to read and now that we've met...”
“Oh... right, sorry. Um just one thing?”
“We never did introduce ourselves. My name is Tom. I'd give you my last name as well but for some reason I can't remember it. Anyway, It's been a pleasure to meet you...”
“Frank, Frank Peterson. It's was a Pleasure to meet you as well.”
After a quick handshake, I teleported out and up into the sky where I found myself flouting and staring down at the town below until I discovered another person in need of my power. Something felt wrong about it though, something wasn't right about this one. I sensed that Mr. Peterson made a move to the person first but I decided to head down to see if I could see what was amiss.
Teleporting Down to the scene, I discovered a rather grizzly picture. The victim had been stabbed and cut and slashed and hacked up into an unrecognizable, bloody mess. I had never seen something so bad before and it did make me feel sick despite not being able to get sick. The worst part about it was that even though it shouldn't feel pain anymore it was so hysterical, the soul continued to scream out in pain and for help.
“This is horrible... who could do such a thing...?” I wondered out loud.
“I don't know but this poor soul was very unfortunate to come across them...”
Getting closer, I knelt down beside the mangled mess of a person then thought for the name. She was Kathy and she was the waitress from the cafe! “This isn't right at all! We would have noticed whether it was her time soon or not back in the cafe! Maybe not an exact time, but we would have noticed it was soon!”
“So it doesn't feel strange because I'm still new then, something really is wrong...”
“If someone dies on the wrong day... that can only mean someone from The Afterlife is messing with things here, or one of us did it...”
“I doubt it was one of us.... For now let's worry about the girl, she needs help.” With that we both did our best to try and sooth her. It took quite some time though. Once she was finally relaxed, we asked her if she remembered the person who did it. She told us she didn't see the person as they first attacked from behind and from there everything was blurred and confused. Not much help there.
With that done, Mr. Peterson collected her soul then we called down Amy to report what we had just discovered. Along with the report, Mr. Peterson handed over the soul to Amy. Amy eyed Mr. Peterson suspiciously then started questioning us. Once she finished she glared at Mr. Peterson once more then quickly made her way back to The Afterlife to talk with Death about the matter.
In the mean time, Mr. Peterson decided he wanted little to do with this case and went back to doing what he was doing. He promised to cover my share of the soul collection as well.
I, on the other hand, decided to try and see if I could find any clues to figure out who might have done this. I would have preferred not to stay at the scene, but I was too restless for too many reasons to just sit on my butt and wait too hear what Death has too say.
Turning back to the massacred body, I stepping over to it and began too look it over for any clues. After a moment I did realize that the attacker was left handed but I wasn't seeing much else other then being blade happy.
Wait a moment... what kind of blade? I wondered. Looking over the body I noted that the cuts weren't going deep but rather, all the serious injuries had been hacked at until it had gotten that bad, which explains the bits of flesh all over the area. The blade had to have been too small to be a sword or a machete. The cut had to have been made by a kitchen knife or a hunting knife.
Looking her over once more, I started to gently move the body a little to see if there might be something else. As I tried turn the body on its side I glimpsed something on her chest through the tattered shirt that was just barely holding together. Setting her back down flat, I moved her shirt to see what it was. What I found was a small symbol cut into her over her heart.
The outer part of the symbol was the shape of an apple then inside it was three letters. The first letter was “G”, the second -which is carved inside the “G”- was “O”, inside the “O” was a “C”. My eyebrows knitted together as I tried to think about what it could mean. I knew it had to be related to someone from The Afterlife, but I couldn't tell who... not that easily anyway.
Aside from that, I couldn't find anything else that might help. Not a single thing! Feeling annoyed, by this, I teleported to the roof of an old house on the other side of town near my cousin's place. Amy came back just after dusk with word.
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