Hello, this is Death Speaking

Chapter 1: Seven years later

Date: 6/3/2014, 7:00AM

The alarm goes off, playing the last song that I listened to from my iPhone, which happened to be Sail by AWOLNATION. I ignored it, grabbing my pillow and covering my head with it. I remained this way for a minute, then sighed in exasperation, getting up to turn off the alarm. Cry got their before me, pushing the off button with his beak. I smiled, I had such a thoughtful familiar, I don't know how I would get along without him.

I called to Cry, and he immediately flew to my shoulder, nibbling my ear in affection.

"Mmm, nice to see you up so early in the morning. We'll have to go soon, Deat- I mean, Mr. Morty has a "surprise" for me." I said to him.

"Caw, aw aw." was his silly little reply.

"Speak english, my crow is a little rusty."

He let out a chuckle, no longer pretending to be a normal crow, "Ah, a surprise, how lovely! It better be a raise, you totally deserve one!"

"What would I need a raise for silly? I got everything I could want, including immortality!'

"So you can order more shrimp! Oh and bacon! Lots of bacon and shrimp!"

"What is with your obsession with shrimp and bacon? Bacon I can understand, but shrimp?? Ew."

He cawed in amusement, but I shooed him off my shoulder, deciding it was time to officially get up. I opened the window, and he flew out, giving me privacy to change. Not that I needed any, as a Soul reaper, all I needed was to imagine my outfit and the dark energy would create it. I had been wearing a simple black nightgown that night, so I imagined myself wearing black jeans and a black tank top. Nothing to fancy, seeing as I probably had a lot of work to do. The dark energy swirled around me, dressing me according to my will.

I ran to the mirror, checking my jet black hair to make sure it didn't look too messy. That was the good thing about really short hair, you didn't have to brush it or do anything with it. Still, I ran a small brush through out of habit, then ran out of the room. I locked the apartment door, making sure that I left a barrier to prevent weaker soul reapers from entering. I walked down the hall to the elevator, just barely catching it.

There were a few other neighbors in there, though I never talked to anyone. I preferred that humans stay away from me, as I often let my emotions get the better of me. I kept my head down as the elevator went down, ignoring everyone in the elevator. One of them tried to include me in the conversation they were having, but I gave them the cold shoulder. The elevator reached the 1st floor, and I walked out the second the door opened. I heard one of guys say that I was weird, claiming he had seen me kicking at a wall the other day for no reason.

Well, I did have a good reason, but I couldn't tell him a dead spirit had been clinging to me and refused to let go. Whatever, I thought. I went into a dark side street to make a portal to the company. I double checked to make sure no one was around, then willed the dark energy into a small ball on my hand. It sucked me into a vortex of dark energy, spitting me out in front of the huge black building I had sold my soul to.

Just kidding, I didn't technically sell my soul, rather I gave up being a human to be a Soul Reaper. Funny how many people were willing to do the same, but when they realized the full extent of the job, they got cold feet and tried to go back to being a normal human being. However, Death was not kind, usually forcing them to work until he felt they could no longer be useful. Someone bumped into me, bringing me back into reality. I took a step forward to balance myself, then walked into the building.

It was as busy as usual, people were running in and out of the elevator, struggling to keep up with the overwhelming amount of paper work that was constantly coming their way. Death not only judged the souls of the dead, but in the world of the living, he ran a business firm that specialized in finding people who had gone missing. Actually, Death used the business to kill off people who had become Soul Reapers. My story had gone strong for two years, as I dropped random hints that questioned whether I really had been murdered. Of course, the police gave up, and I haven't heard anything from the media, so I assumed they had given up.