Becoming Undertaker [one shot]

Undertaker

Would you like to know what it takes to become a grim reaper? It's not that hard... you just have to do one thing – commit suicide.

As one of the greatest sins in the world, you will be punished to watch over the people who struggle for life and relieve their memories whilst suffering and yearning for that one life you threw away, until you are forgiven. But are you ever forgiven?

Just like you are never forgiven for commiting a sin and are thus sent to hell, being a grim reaper is hell on it's own. Watching all those people struggle and never being able to understand why.

Most people love life. Or so I've been told. But there is nothing they wouldn't do to make it comfortable and enjoyable. Whether it's a career or a person they love... it's that lust for life that keeps them going, until it is taken by a person like me.

"What are you doing Adrian?" a friend of mine appeared on the rooftop from which I was observing people, intrigued by their normalness and wish to do something in their life.

"Oh, hey Lawrence. Long time no see." I stood up after turning around to look at my old friend and buddy from the time we just started out as reapers. He was the type to always strictly follow the rules and was like that, always dressed neatly, in a black suit, with reddish tie and neatly combed brown hair and greenish-yellow eyes just like mine, hidden behind the reading glasses. That was one of the trait for all grim reapers – short sightedness. Why? I never figured out that one myself.

"Why are you so interested in human beings?" he asked me again, confused by my actions as always.

"It's... It's fun." I replied with a laugh, "It's fun to watch them struggle for life. Desperately trying to hold onto it and improving, only to accept the death when we come to pick them up."

Lawrence adjusted his glasses but didn't reply.

"So, how many do you have today?" Lawrence asked casually

"Well I'm down to my last one." I replied witch a chuckle, "You?"

"Same. I'm just about to head over there." He added as I tied my long silver hair in a high ponytail

"Then shall we make this into a contest?" I suggested as Lawrence nodded with a smile and we both jumped from the rooftop to get to the appointed place as soon as possible.

It wasn't that far away but it had a completely different atmosphere.... It's like those two parts of London were so close and yet so far.This one was so lawish and loud. Couple of places were overflowing with people and loud music, including some private parties as if everything was great and good in their lives. It probably was... but just a couple of blocks away from their perfect evening, a homeless man died or a child was yet again tossed out on the streets for better or worse. The world was never fair. Not even in death.

A man screamed after being forcefully tossed out from the pub, still overflowing with people. There were two man beside him and a police officer came in to intervene.

"Y-You... I'll remember your face." The man stuttered in his speech from too much alcohol but the man from the place just sighed and got back inside. Leaving the police officer to take care of the rest...

"S-Sir... You had too much to drink. Please, go and sober up." Police officer tried to calm down the man but the man just continued to huff and puff

"What's wrong with getting drunk? My daughter was just born... I have the right to celebrate." The man was yelling yet again

"That's all right, sir... But you should go home to your wife and daughter." The police officer continued to calm down the man as he scowled and tried to walk normal.