the grim reaper

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"Leila Skies?" I skim over the list and look for her name.

"Check."

"The details?" God, Mr Johns was a pain in the backside sometimes.

"She fell to her death, presumed suicide, at 2:30am yesterday morning. I came by and collected her soul at...2:38 sir. Just like you asked." Ha, he'll never believe that lie. I was actually drinking beers and eating pizza until 2:50 and by then the girl had already wondered the dead streets looking for an answer to why everyone was crying and wouldn't answer her or look at her. Crikey, by the time i got there she too was almost in tears. At first she thought I couldn't see her so I waved at her, she was pretty excited to see me honestly but then she began crying again. 'Are you death? Are you the devil?!?! Am i going to hell?' god it feels like she's in the room with me asking that question.

"Hello? Are you in there or has all that beer and pizza from last night completely eaten up what was left of that thick skull." Darn, i look to Mr Johns projector and i see a surveillance video showing exactly what i got up to last night. I guess i must have faded out of reality recalling the events from last night.

"I can explain sir." Mr Johns gives me a daring look, edging me on to continue, "Reaping is just damn right boring. Is there not another job perhaps?" If i would have known Mr Johns would have smiled at me like that, in the creepiest way ever, then perhaps i wouldn't have asked that question.

"Yes, yes there is indeed. You can do an assessment on humans. You know, when your mother died with you inside her still alive i was one of the very few who voted to have you returned but no, that was too dangerous because you're a smart yet cheeky little bugger who apparently was dangerous because you knew to much. You were a newborn for goodness sake, what bloody hell could you do to ruin the reaping business." Mr Johns slams the door as he walks into his separate office and i grind my teeth together, my jaw clenching with anger. He speaks of me like I'm a mistake, and as for the way he always mentions my mother...