The Resurrection Game: The last Winners

Chapter #7~ My Day of Demise

Time was running out for the old fool, yet Abyss still smiled. October 19th 2035, the day of his demise, was creeping closer and closer. The Prophetess was hardly wrong, after all.
As Abyss sat at his desk, his hands nervously cracking and fiddling with his fingers in the empty, silent studio room, frowning, he wondered of the Prophetress' true name. Obviously, nobody would be that obnoxious to name their child "The Prophetess", if they would have known that it would ruin the child's whole life. Perhaps she just calls herself that, Abyss reasoned, to protect and bind her true name from others who have a similar ability to her.

Abyss was not fond of fortune telling, and he especially despised superstition, however he could not fight off the inevitable doom in his gut. He breathed heavily, shakily, pushing down the terrible thoughts that threatened to cloud his mind. He could not fear Death, he drilled into his subconscious, He shall not allow himself to fear death.

Just then, the doors to the dark studio room opened, letting in the bright light, and a woman with dark brown hair, which was tied up in a messy bun was standing at the doorway. She wore a black blazer, a black pencil skirt, a white long sleeved shirt and black high heels. She was slender and her small hand pushed her black glasses up her small bridge of a nose and above her dull green, shocked eyes. She must be a new assistant, Abyss thought.
"Oh my," The new assistant declared, strutting over to Abyss, "What are you doing here, sir? Your next schedule isn't due until tomorrow." She struck a perplexed face as she sniffed the air. "And..." She continued, looking down at Abyss, "were you drinking?"
"No." Abyss lied.
The assistant sighed as she helped Abyss up from the desk. "Let's get you to bed, sir," she says, wrapping his arm around her neck, "we have a big day tomorrow."

"You know," Abyss states, with little sober humour he could muster, "You're pretty hot."