Her Witty Revenge

Her Witty Revenge 02

Her Witty Revenge

Chapter 02

I felt like this was a déjà vu. When I opened my eyes slowly, the girl who claimed herself to be the Angel of Death was hovering above me once again. She grinned wickedly at me, "Ah... So the drama queen is finally awake from her chamber of sleep, huh?" I wanted to tell her to cut off her sarcasm, but I was still in shock. I could only gape at her.

She was still here.

Why was she still here? I thought when I closed my eyes, she would be gone without a trace. Gone with the wind. But no such luck for me! She stood smugly in front of me, still looking as pretty as before.

Did she really an Angel of Death? She didn't look scary at all. In fact, she was the exact opposite of what I imagined her to be. "Are... you uhm... for real?" I stuttered, staring dumbfoundedly at her. My mind still couldn't process these whole things.

I wish the accident never happened.

"Of course! I stand in front of you now, right? So, you decide whether I am real or not," she asked me incredulously, looking like I was crazy. Then she talked in a low voice to herself, "The same question that each of them said. How cliché! Humans are so predictable."

Did she really think I couldn't hear her?

"I must be dreaming, right?" I mumbled to myself, questioning my sanity. I stared at her once again and decided to ask the questions that prodding my mind, "Aren't you supposed to be scary? Wearing hoodie cloak? Or uhm... Bringing your scythe everywhere to take humans' soul? I mean you said you are the Angel of Death, right?"

Ha! This must be a joke. She isn't Angel of Death, right?

"Ah... So, you do know something about us. That's right and wrong at the same time." This chick was talking in riddle, making me frustrated. I used to be timid and definitely never talking back to people. Well . . . I was already dead, right? So what else could go wrong? I might as well take the chance to grow a backbone. I wanted to be able to say the big NO-NO - started with her.

"Us?" I croaked. "There are a lot of you?" I should have known, but the idea of a lot of her was pretty scary. In fact, death didn't sit well with me, so her kind was pretty much my enemies.

I'm not ready! Please God! I still have a lot of things that I want to do.

"Of course! Do you think I work by myself? Tsk-tsk-tsk." She shook her head, wanting to make me feel ashamed. It wasn't working to me though, because I just stared at her dumbly. Her words didn't even register in my mind. She rolled her eyes and continued talking, "There are a lot of humans died every day. How can I deliver a good service to each of them at the same time? It will make me tired, then sick, and last but not least - dead." She was exaggerating the last part by pretending to wipe her imaginary sweats.

Is this what she calls a good service? I have to complain to her boss.

This girl was crazy. She acted as though taking people's life and soul was strictly businesses; she was servicing people. We were dead, for God's sake! Making people dead wasn't a service; we didn't get any benefits at all. We were just poof and gone. I shook my head in disbelief. Well, I guess it was correct from her point of view. After all, she was Angel of Death. That was her job.

Her stupid job!

"You are dead. I don't even think you can get sick," I pointed at the obvious things. If she was alive, how could she float in the air and do the other weird things that just happened? I started to feel this is real.