James Adam
Age: 76
Dies of Cardiac Arrest
Room 778
Make sure it's done right, Mr. Roberts
I scuffed, the old man should know by now that I always did things right. Guess he's waiting for me to mess up, like everyone else.
Walking into Washington's Hospital, I make sure that no one can see me by turning invisible. I could just walk in and the humans won't pay a slight attention to me but I have to follow the rules or Old Man Grim will chew my ass up then spit it out.
The elevator doors open, its empty, I walked in and pressed on the seventh floor. The seventh floor was only for the wealthy or people in the government, no one else. I can't stand how even hospitals give special treatment to politicians and the rich. They have their floor and most of the doctors that have been doing this for years, instead of the new doctors; afraid that they won't look the same if the let them touch them. It's stupidity.
The doors opened again but on the 5th floor and in walked a female nurse that was talking on the phone.
"Yeah but I can't babe....Because I have to take care of some chick in a coma....I don't know why she's in a coma, only that her parents never pulled the plug because they can't ruin their reputation......yeah they're in the supreme court and never visit her, I almost feel sorry for the girl.....Ok bye babe"
She got off of the elevator the same time I did and we're going in the same direction but she went into the room on the right and I in the left. Just outside the room I closed my eyes and go into the man's body to get his soul. But that's when I realized that I'm in the wrong room because I don't think James Adam is a girl.
The girl was sitting cross-legged and had her back to me. When I took a step towards her, she turned around and I saw light grey or silver eyes look at me with wonder.
That's when I felt the pull towards her, everything felt right when I looked into her eyes, it felt as if I was always meant to be here.
"Hello" she says softly and sweetly
"Hey" I should leave and find the target, not talk to some girl.
She tilts her head, "What's your name?"
Before I could stop myself, "Thantos"
"Like death?"
"Yeah, like death"
"So you're here to take me away from this darkness?" She says happily
I blinked a few times, little shocked, "No, it's not your time yet"
"Oh" she looked so disappointed to hear that, so much so that I decided to stay for a few more minutes
"Don't look upset, Neve Bianco" Why am I giving this girl a nickname?
She giggled, "My name isn't Neve Bianco, its Fantasy" I like her laugh, it sounds like music
"Oh, that's not what it means"
"Then what does it mean?" she tilts her head again
"Neve Bianco means Snow White in Italian"
"O, but my name isn't Snow White, its Fantasy" confused
"I know, Neve Bianco is a nickname, I would like to call you. If you like?" what the hell am I doing?
"Well I never had a nickname before, so I guess its okay"
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Death and Dreams (COMPLETED BUT NOT EDITED)
ParanormalThantos Westcott Roberts is seventeen about to turn eighteen in a few months. His parents and 3 siblings are all grim reapers, while he's a death dealer with no heartbeat. He can decide if the person should go to hell or heaven. He can also decide o...