I step lightly through the dark, my eyes roving back and forth in an attempt to pierce the suffocating blackness. I know they're behind me. I know eventually I'll be caught. It's just a matter of when. So, for now, I'll do my best to evade them. I continue walking, my senses alert to catch the slightest flicker of movement or the tiniest hint of noise. One can't be too careful when being chased by reapers.
The one thing I can see is my breath. It billows in front of me in an icy cloud swirling through the air. Although I can't see anything, I do know exactly where I am. Purgatory.
You see, technically, I'm supposed to be dead. Killed in a car crash while escaping from the police. But when I got dumped in front of the death court and sentenced to an eternity working as a reaper myself, I decided it would be a good time to get out and find my way back to the land of the living. I'm halfway there. All I have to do is get out of purgatory and I'll be home free. Of course, they'll probably be watching the exits, which will make things a little more difficult, but I'll find a way. I always find a way.
I hear a whispering sound behind me and turn, once again searching the darkness. Probably just another lost soul. There are tons of them around here. Nervously, I turn back around and walk forwards-right into a chiseled chest. Arms wrap around me like a vice, and I feel the person's breath tickle my neck as he leans down to whisper in my ear. "You are going to be an exceptionally difficult one, aren't you?" Although he is speaking, and I can feel his breath, no icy clouds arise in front of me. I tense.
Well, like I said. I was going to get caught eventually.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThis is where I'll write short snippets of possible stories I might write one day. Who knows. Anywhoodle, I hope you enjoy whatever I come up with in here, there may be violent deaths and stuff though, so careful there. I might even write some dream...
