(ON HOLD)The Tale From Death to Death

Dallas Meeker

She followed death around the rest of that day. Watching intently at everything he showed her. She asked questions about some things, and other times she listened, waiting for him to speak, absorbed in the workings of this realm.
When night time came she had to rest. She went back to the coffin she had woken up in and went to sleep. Death on the other hand, had another soul to collect.
He went in to his study to look at the name, and location once again. He then opened a portal.
Stepping through the portal in the the long passage way he began to chang. It always happened the same. A different varient of the same thing, black or dark cloak, skeletal figure, and a large scythe. But this time was completely different. Death morphed in to a small baby, perhaps a toddler, although instead of hands there were sythe blades. 'This one is vary intriguing' he thought as he reached the end of the passage way.
As he emerged he noticed, a crowd of people gathered around what appeared to be a train. It was at a train station, around the late winter.
The soul was on the far side of the crowd, so death went over to see if he was still alive. He passed through the people as if he were a ghost, no one noticed. It was a gruesome sight.
It appeared to be a rather large fellow. No beer belly but large all the same. He was around 6'5" with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. And he was cut in half. It appeared to death as if he were walking on the metal part of the tracks and slipped because of a patch of ice.
He landed on his back breaking it, paralyzing him. A moment later the train had come around the bend and ran right over him. Cutting him clean in half from the crotch to the head.
He was not alive of course. And so the spirit was outside of the body starring down at himself. He couldn't have
been more than 20 years of age.
Death approached him cautiously, not wanting to startle him, although that would be hard in the form he was in.
"Dallas Meeker?" He asked, and the guy turned around. A smile grew on his face and he laughed. He laughed quite a bit before speaking.
"Haha! I'm dead! I have been waiting for this for so long!" He continued to laugh as he looked at death. "This is vary interesting, you look exactly like I imagined, hmm unless you take the forme of what people think you look like....... that would make sense." He paused for a while looking at death. "Alright. I'm ready." Dallas began to smile once more, and then frowned as death came closer. "Wait."
"What is it Dallas Meeker?" Death questioned.
"Have you reaped a girl named Jessica? Jessica Thompson?"
"Yes I have.Why do you ask?"
"I just wanted to know where she is." Dallas looked as if he were thinking quite hard about something.
"She is with me. Jessica is now my apprentice." Dallas' eyes shot wide open.
"So that means there is going to be a female death! That's awesome! Plus she has always wanted to be your apprentice." He smiled at death and nodded his head, signaling that he was finally ready. Death approached him and raised his scythe hands, and brought them down on Dallas. His soul was much bigger than the previous but the same color. He put the soul in a larger bottle and went home to send him to limbo.

This chapter is dedicated to one of my good friends that wanted this. Thank you guys so much for reading! Have a good DAY!!!!

-StarFireIce