Play With Me

Go Straight to Finish

   Everything is going perfect. I am finally at my destination after a very ling walk alone, and I am really enjoying the view of my destination.

   The Twin Towers.

   They are a lot bigger up close and in person. They are a work of art though. Very amazing, truly. Such works of beauty, both of them are.

   I look around and take in the entire scene around the towers.

   Calm faces, nice voices, everything is so reposed. Even I am. I slowly feel myself becoming stronger and returning back to my old self. I feel rejuvinated. I feel powerful. And it is and amazing feeling.

   There are reapers everywhere right now around both of the towers. Hundreds, thousands of them are standing around the towers, waiting for the upcoming devastation to happen. Just like me.

   I noticed that having my job of just making sure everyone died at the right time, I never cared to pay attention to the date in which these people die. But now I am, and it's a lot more interesting than the times. And this date stands out from most. This date is going to stick forever in the minds of everyone forever, and this date will go down as one of the most horrifying and devastating events in American history.

   I was able to catch today's date from an old man's newspaper in a coffee shop a couple blocks from the towers.

   It is September 11, 2001.

   And it is currently 8:40AM.

   "Beautiful scene, ain't it?" a heavy voice next to me asks. I take my attention away from the towers and give it to the man standing near me. He is looking up at the north tower with a grin.

   Hector Ramirez, thirty-nine years old. He is to die of drowning due to him falling asleep in his backyard swimming pool because of his sleeping disorder. This will happen in seven years, two months, and six days from today.

   "Indeed," I utter. He beams at me and turns to the north tower and begins to walk toward it. My eyes widen.

   He should not go in there. He is not supposed to die here. I wish not to have any other unnecessary deaths while I am out of my powers. Those deaths will have to wait. He is not going to die unnecessarilly while I am in this state.

   "What floor are you going to?" I ask quickly. He stops in his tracks and turns to face me.

   "Floor one hundred and three. I am dropping off lunch to a friend."

   "You might want to take a rain check on that friend."

   "And why is that?" he presses, quirking an eyebrow at me. I hum and quickly try to find an excuse.

   "The elevators are down right now. Dozens of technicians are in there right now working on them."

   "All of the elevators?" he asks in a disappointed tone and with a frown.

   "All of them," I confirm with a nod. He groans. "So you'd have to take the stairs if you still wanted to give your friend that lunch. Now, do you really want to give that person lunch today?" I ask rhetorically with a smug grin.

   He stares back at the tower and shakes his head as he pulls out his cell phone.

   "Not really," he says in a defeated voice. He dials a number on the phone and holds it up to his ear. "Thank you," he whispers as the person he's calling picks up.

   "No problem," I reply with a smirk. He nods and walks off.

   "Lucinda, my dearest. A problem has precipitated and I will not be able to drop off your lunch today. I am sorry. Yes... okay. Okay, alright. See you at dinner. Love you too, bye." He puts his phone away and walks away from the towers with a long stride. I watch him as he walks off.