Death's sidekick

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Death: “How did Jerry go down?”

Mason: Covered in blood and visibly shaken, takes a minute to respond and even then it's only a whisper. “In pieces.”

Death: “Goody. We have had far too many sleepers lately, though I can't say I blame them. Death has been so boring lately, I mean there can only be so many stabbings before people lose interest. Now, falling into one of those machine that chop up meat, that’s a classic one that will take a while for them to forget. I do feel bad for the people that are going to have to eat the guy, but i guess all meats good meat right?”

Mason:  Curled up into a ball rocking back and forth. Death happens. We all die. Death happens. We all die. Death happens. We all die.

Death: “Buck up, idiot. What was your death? A robber smothered you with a pillow. See, you’re nothing like those guys at all. You got off easy. You should just be thankful. The death put in the books for you was really gastly.”

Mason:  Finally looking up at death. “Why me, you fiend? What purpose could I serve to whatever the hell you are? Do you enjoy my suffering everytime you send me out for these horrible kills? What do you gain, you freak?” Trails of tears can be seen running down his face and his frustration is plainly apparent on his face.

Death: Sighing “And you started out so well, Mason. Not even much of a blink from hearing about your death. You were all stone faced. I had hoped it would carry into your work, but it looks like the suffering of others is just too much for you.”

Mason: “Who could take that? Humans are meant to be empathetic. What the hell did you expect?”

Death: “I had hoped it would take longer than this. I needed someone who could feel, so they didn't take pleasure in it but I created a serial killer who can't be killed. I tried that the first time and trust me, it came back to kick me in the butt.” Death looks momentarily pained before displaying that disturbing grin. “But I thought you would do well. What went wrong sweetheart?”

Mason: “The noises are just too much. You can always look away, but there's still the sound of death as they separate from the real world.

Death: “I can end your duty if you really feel you can't go on, don't forget that option.” Death looks like he wants to give him one last chance, but it changes as he see Mason’s broken shell.

Mason: “What's on the other side? What if I go to hell?”

Death: “I can't tell you what's on the other side, but I highly doubt you’re hell worthy.”

Mason: Takes a deep breath. “Please.” his pleads are granted and his soul is shown escaping off stage.

Death: “Please call up candidate number 674, Suzie Buzz. Let's hope this one can release me from this torture of being savior of mankind and actually do this job some justice.” Death looks extremely tired in that moment; as if the job had slowly been dragging his body farther and farther towards the ground. “I just wish we could show some mercy. It's just not right. We feel the pain with them. It's just too much.”

Screen slowly closes on death’s face. He looks helpless, desperate for a savior of his own.

The End