Death reap

Death reap 3.

3. The fat guy in a pajama.

It was normal, the elevator.

John pressed the button and we went slowly down. The door opened and he led me towards an office door. He knocked twice and entered into a giant oval room filled with nothing. It was solid marble, the purest white I’ve ever seen.

I was blinded by it until my eyes adjusted and saw an old man sitting on a chair. He was asleep in such a way that his pajama hat was covering all of his face. John started tiptoeing towards him slowly trying not to wake him but he already was.

‘’Johannus what can I do for you?’’

I walked across the room to stand next to John who had a very guilty face.

‘’Hey, Boss man!! I have this Reap here who is really strange.’’

I took a closer look at him, he looked about 70 years old but I felt he was way older. He was someone that I should respect was my thought, until I saw his pajamas and started laughing quietly. He looked at me at that moment and raised an eyebrow at me.

‘’What’s so special about him?’’

‘’He says my face is foggy.’’

‘’Did he know. Tell me boy what am I wearing?’’

‘’Sir?’’

If I told him that he was wearing pajamas with tweety on it, he would probably send me to Inferno on the spot.

‘’W-well, you’re wearing tweety bird pajamas!!’’

That shock finally wear off and I started laughing and laughing so hard I fell down on the floor. John and the old man just watched me with a smile on their face until my little fit was over.

‘’Really now? Hmmm, let’s take a look.’’

He took out a pair of glasses out of his pocket and put them on and then he looked at me for the longest of time. Evaluating me from head to toe.

‘’Yep he’s a reaper!’’

My mouth fell in surprise.

‘’How am I a reaper?’’

He pointed at John.

‘’You see him.’’

‘’So?!’’

‘’Show him your real appearance.’’

John started shimmering slightly and getting more foggy until he solidified into a slightly taller, droopy eyed,more feminine picture of himself wearing a striped old suit you only see in old movies.

‘’You sure you aren’t a chick?’’

The Boss started laughing like a madman, his laugh bouncing off the walls.

‘’You’re funny, kid. Johannus, would you be so kind to lead young Christian to Miss Blue, I’m sure she’s dying to meet you.’’

John grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door when the Boss called us back and said:

‘’Welcome to the team!’’

I smiled at him a weak smile since the whole idea that I was a reaper, that I was death, hadn’t yet set in. He lead me through beautiful corridors and halls that were a piece of art, rooms that were filled with the newest technological gadgets.

He showed me the common room, the dinning room and the kitchen. Our last stop was the Living Wing but he said that the Living was a relative term for us. He showed me my room which was right on the end of the hall and next to his. A regular box shaped room with a small bed and a desk, it reminded me of a dorm room in college. When he showed me his room my jaw dropped just from the size of it.

A large flat made for single man in the 1920s.

From the door I could see three rooms, a kitchen in simple yellow tones , a bathroom and a living room that looked like someone copied from one of those single man fats in magazines. It had an old radio with two dials on it, a real leather couch and two lamps on end side tables that looked like clappers. The only thing that didn’t fit in was a 50” TV on the wall.

My jaw couldn't close. 

‘’You like?’’

‘’Um...How is it so big?’’

‘’Well, when you become undead completely you’ll be able to use your powers to shape the rooms into anything, just like I did?’’

‘’So you transformed a small room into this?’’

‘’Yea it looks like my old apartment that I used to own.’’

‘’You died in the 1920s?’’

‘’Yea, I was bored in 1908 in Dublin and died in 1929 in New York at the age of 21.’’

‘’How did you die?’’

‘’Me and my girl Abby were driving in my Ford around town. We were drunk, she was hot and I was stupid. We were driving next to the Hudson when a cat ran in front of the car, I made a sharp turn and we took a midnight dip in the river. She made it, I didn’t. Compared to me you’re made out of steel! I was crying in the corner like a baby butt naked when my Retriever found me.''

I frowned at that statement.

‘’Why were you naked?’’

‘’I didn’t materialize out of my body later on and by that time my clothes had been removed. It didn’t help that my Retriever, the one that took my soule, was a very very hot chick.It was like a recepie for an instant boner.’’

He pulled me down the hallway to the last door. He was about to know when the door opened and revealed....