sad men do cry

beige walls

I woke up to the buzzing of a pager, I looked at it and saw,

"Upcoming suicide on 94756 Stonewall Sq, Albany, New York 12084 at 6:48 a.m."

I checked the time and saw that it's 5 a.m. I forced myself to wake up and sit up. I glanced around my room, noticing the normal parts, the beautifully painted beige walls (from good ole Apollo), piles of black journals, an electronic keyboard, my scythe and black robes, and the piles of Stephen King books.

I mumbled, "The only mortal who knows how to write a good thriller, besides from Plato."

I forced myself up and pushed the blinds open. I stared out to only see the New York skyline, I remembered the day when I had to call in Pluto and Hades to help me. I can still remember Hades running up yelling,

"Thanatos, nothing is going to happen, why do you need us?

And then Pluto chiming in,

"It's Mors, you idiot! Get his name right, you dummy!"

I had to have a laugh looking at those idiots arguing if they should use my Greek or Roman name.

"Wait a second, I need to make some more calls. There are going to be many deaths here, so we need a lot of deities that deal with death." I yelled at them. I turned my back to them letting them fight about my name, but I didn't mind, I like having people care about me.

Five minutes later, I had Iku, Mic (short for Mictlantecuhtli), Nergal, multiple shinigami (to help those who couldn't get out, to not have a bad death), Anubis (how is he so hot?), and a few others since I needed to have some in D.C. and Pennsylvania.

I turned back to Hades and Pluto and asked if they stopped bickering and if they were ready to do their job. Pluto turned to me and said,

"We have a solution to the name problem, we'll call you Mortos."

That brought me to tears from laughing so much, but now they, luckily, only call me that when they are mad at me, which is quite rare since I'm apparently not that important to them.

I faced them all and started explaining to them what is about to happen. I saw on all of their faces shock, confusion, sadness, and some smiles from a few. The smiles were mainly from the shinigami, but that's okay since they get to do what they like today. Then only five minutes later, it happened. Black smoke filled the air, the building had a huge chunk missing. My pager went off never like before. I looked down at it and saw that we needed to take well over 2,000 people, the only time I saw my pager go off like this before, was during WW2. I just had to take a breath before muttering, "Let's go."

I stepped away from the window and continued getting ready for the day. I put on my casual black slacks, black buttondown, and other various black items. I somehow combed my insanely curly, black hair, which is always a chore. I put my black robes on my shoulder and took a journal in my hand and my scythe. I always laugh at that most mortals see my robes as robes to wear at college graduations and my scythe as a cane. I shuffled down the stairs of the apartment complex. I got to my car around 5:30, just enough time to make it to Albany from the city. I searched around for the aux cord to plug in some tunes.

Once I got MCR playing (my pre-reaping jams), I looked behind me to check if I had everything, my robes were neatly placed on my black leather seats with the scythe on top of them. I checked my pager to see if there are any more deaths coming up, I noticed a few mothers dying during births, I decided that they needed some time with their new children, and that they were some homicides that were going to happen today. I laughed at how these homicides in the new millennium aren't as good as they were in the past one. What would I do for another Zodiac Killer? Maybe sell my soul? I chuckled at that thought of "selling my soul" and I started my engine and pulled out and started my journey to Albany to bring someone to their respectable "Heaven."