A Second Chance at Death

An Incident in Rose Garden Remake

            I cherished it, I needed it, I couldn't ever kill something that I loved so deeply. I know its a hypothetical theory considering I never experiennced it myself but the idea of killing something I always wanted myself was just wrong and in humane. Weird isn't it? Considering I'm not human at all but the idea if being like them, feeling like them.... It just I don't know it made my non existant heart beat faster. Funny how a sac of ribs can beat huh?

            I've seen many things in my eternal existence and had to take away the definition of exist for some and alter it for others. However, no matter how many people and savages I take away from this earth and choose their position, whether heaven or hell both not quite intriguing in my opinion over and over again and I've noticed the minor mistakes they've made that changed their whole course and made me, Death visit them which believe me isn't by choice.

            I never chose this life for me, I wish I had a choice trust me when i say that but I didn't and it pains me to no end. I wish I was just a myth like the tooth fairy or Santa Claus so children can stop believing in me and blame them for things like Santa and his excessive amount of gifts or the tooth fairies insane net worth but I'm not them. I'm real , so real the only difference is everyone loathes death and I don't mean me as a person I mean me as what I deliver.

             Death is never a thing of beliefs and race no my job isn't meant to be bias in fact I'm neutral in my job and take what I must. The only problem is that no one wants it to end, ever. My clients are selfish all of them and die for one of the Cardinal Sins -of course I made them as such. There's always something that is made to test the humans to see if they can survive living or dying. Seems complicated but it isn't really. In life Satan and God gives the humans test to test their strengths, weaknesses and their reaction will determine where they will live in the afterlife.

            Though it seems that both sides still looked for humans with the sins. Satan prefered anger, envy, sloth, and lust. While God liked those who had pride, glutony, and greed. I've never personally dealt with those who have glutony. I send my apprentices in for that. Though today was different. I needed a change in scenery, different from the norm I guess. Too bad I didn't know what was going to happen that changed my perspective forever.

            I'm usually told a great deal about my client -a flashback of their life flashes before me when their name shows on the list- but not today. Today I was just told to go to the mansion and find someone named Agros he would be in the rose garden and I'll know what to do.

            As I arrived scythe in hand and in a puff of ash that slowly fell to the floor like the bodies of my poor victims my cape blew in the wind as well. Moving with the elegance of black waves on soft green sand. The gardner obviously kept busy in this place by the beautiful upkeep of the garden. I tried not to touch the roses as I crouched down and let the smell hit my flesh lacking nostrils.

            I sighed sadly as I heard a rustle behind me and stayed crouched down trying to prolong the inevitable. Surprisingly, the foots steps were soft and held no urgency in their movements just tap, tap, tap. I turned and a young adolesant boy glanced up at me. I almost wanted to gasp in awe and fear.

            Odd, a man over 200 million years old who was a towering seven feet tall could be frightened by a child as harmless as he but I was. He was pallid in color like a sheet of white chocalate placed on his body. Hair as black as night, and green eyes. Eyes like the green in the trees- dark yet soft- such a contridiction. What frightened me about him wasn't his lanky appreance or purposely tattered jeans attire.

            No my fear lied in his eyes for they were the color I had wish I had if i were.... alive. And suddenly I knew why I was sent here, why I wasn't given much insight on this case. Why I would know what to do when I met Agros which must be the little boy gazing at me knowingly as if he knew that I was thinking of his faith.

            The question was could I do it? Could I do what I proclaimed the humans stupid for doing....? The answer was yes, I could do it. The boy Agros looked at me and spoke his voice ragged and odd for a boy his age.

             "One must go through trauma to go through hapiness." He declared with a voice only the wisest man could have. I stopped in my tracks if I had flesh it would turn ghastly pale at this moment. He looked up at me unconcerningly as another man middle aged appreared. He resembled Agros in every way, though his jaw line more structured and aligned. He also had a strange sort of rouge coloring in his eyes. He smiled kindly as he wrapped his arm lovingly around his son shoulders.

            "Hello, I pressume you met my son Agros jr. I'm Agros Sr." He said kindly while taking his free hand in an attempt to shake my own. I flinched and recoiled instantly as if he burned me. Not like any human can do that of course. Agros took his hand back in understanding and showed a sheepish compassionate look my way.

            At that moment Agros jr. squeezed his father's hand as if to comfort him and suddenly I realized.... I couldn't do it! I couldn't take away the life of a child for my own selfish ordeals. I couldn't and I wouldn't!

            I looked at them both and gave them one last longing naked glance that held the meanings they would understand easily. And slowly turned away moving further and further away from the dream I so despreately craved. The life of Agros if my nose could have sound I would have snorted.

            When I was about 50 ft away from the family portrait I turned once more to glance at them they were still in the exact same position staring at me. Suddenly, Lightning stroke the air making a noise of fear and despair. The ground followed quickly after opening it in one big crack that enveloped my entire body and sucked me into its vortex. Before I fell in however, Agros multiplyed looked down and smiled a look full of congradulatory anticipation. And that was the last thing i saw before the vortex swallowed me completely.

*this is a remake of the poem An Incident In a Rose Garden so if you haven't read the story you might be a bit confused :) hope you enjoyed*