You never forget your firsts. Your first kiss, your first car, the first life you saved. I will never forget the first time I saved a life. We were called out to a fire and everyone got out safely. Apart from Tiffany. She was ten, so the news article said, and she was trapped on the second story of her new home. The fire had covered the stairs and was creeping close to her. Pinning her against the wall. It licked at her clothes; tasting its meal. There was just enough space to get out of the room but she was too scared and the ash made it hard to see. When I entered the house I was hit with an exhilarating wave of heat. I could hear each glorious crackle and pop as the fire burnt. I loved that sound and it loved me. I cleared a path through the house until I finally reached the girl. She was small and shaking. In her hand was a small plastic horse. She gave me that horse as payment for her life. I still have it.
I had a debt to death. I had cheated him, stole the girl from his hands. I had to settle my score. You see, just like the old saying "every action has an equal and opposite reaction," every life you save means another has to end. Death tallies his souls and he does not like it when they don't add up.
The soul changes slightly with every gender, age and location. Death isn't too picky if the souls don't match as long as he has the same amount. But even so, I try my best. She was nine, slightly younger than I needed but not far enough to deter me. She saw me enter. She was alone. She knew what I planned to do. She begged for mercy. She gave me a pen. I still have that pen. She does not still have her life. A pen is no payment to death.
They lie when they tell you murder is hard; just as he told me, "There's a million ways to die. I don't care how you do. I just care that you do." I can still feel the cool blade in my hands. I can still feel the warm blood as it seeped over the steel. I can still hear her silent screams as air left her severed throat. I can still see the pool of blood forming around her. I had paid my debt and I loved it.
I am death's apprentice.
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A firefighters guid to murder
Misterio / Suspensodeath keeps score of his souls and he doesn't like it when someone interviews and saves one. That's were I come in. death can't effect the human world he can only claim the souls of those who are dying. So I help death get his souls I am deaths appr...
