The sound of a door opening caused me to whirl around. Gabriel had entered the room again. He closed the door behind him and regarded me at the window.
"Are you ready to join the world, Evelyn Muerto?" he asked.
"Finally! I was starting to get very bored in here," I said, smiling more than I had since I'd died.
"Well, I'm glad I came when I did because we both know what happens when you get bored." Gabe handed me a set of keys. "To your apartment and car." I grabbed at them, but his hand danced out of reach. "Don't - lose them."
I snatched the keys from his hand and rolled my eyes. "I'm an adult, I can keep up with my own keys, thanks."
"Better safe than sorry," Gabe said.
"Always thought that was a stupid saying. Possibly because I'm never sorry," I said distractedly, inspecting the keys.
"Most likely because you're a psychopath," mumbled Gabe.
My temper flared. "If you know anything about me, you know that that's not true. I am not a psychopath," I growled. "Don't ever accuse me of that again."
"Apologies," Gabe said.
I nodded curtly. "Can we just get out of here and let me become a normal member of society?" I asked.
Gabe rolled his eyes. "You are insufferable."
"But you'll miss me anyway," I said, smiling at him.
"Against my better judgement, yes," Gabe said, smiling warmly back at me and opening the door to his office for me.
I looked out the door and immediately regretted it. "You do not expect me to go into that."
"Indeed I do," Gabe said, smiling in amusement.
What he had opened the door to was a swirling vortex of certain death. "I've already died once today, Gabe. I'm not planning on doing it a second time. Does there happen to be a back door?"
"'Fraid not, this is the only way. You'll be fine, if not a little dizzy," Gabe said, seeming to be enjoying torturing me more and more by the second.
"You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?"
"I'm starting to." Gabe's smile widened as he placed a hand on my back and shoved me forward into the vortex.
"Be a good girl now, Evelyn!" was the last thing I heard my new friend Gabriel say before I blacked out.
***
My face was squished onto a hard pavement surface with bits of gravel digging into my cheek. I opened my eyes slowly and found that I had the worst headache of my life. "Screw you, Gabe," I muttered, slowly pushing myself into a sitting position.
I could almost hear Gabriel's laughter at my comment directed toward him. I sat up and looked around at my surroundings. I was in the alley where I'd been shot. My head still pounded and I found myself wishing for an aspirin. I groaned, pushing myself up of the ground until I was standing fully upright. My head spun and I leaned against the brick wall of the alley until it stopped.
I placed the keys that Gabriel had given me in my pocket and checked my other pockets for my phone. Sure enough, it was there in the back pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out and found that it wasn't too damaged from the fall that I'd taken when I was shot, there were just a few webbings of cracks on it. I would have to replace it anyway. Carrying the phone of a dead serial killer was like carrying a giant, flashing sign that says, "arrest me!"
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The Anatomy of Killer
General Fiction"You know how they say that the shot heard around the world was the one that started the Revolutionary War? Yeah, well they were wrong. It was the shot fired directly at my chest by a man that I thought was my friend" I was given a second chance at...
