The Veil Beyond My Eyes

Chapter 6: Death

Splitting his chest in two, the man lifted the saw from the boys body, blood squirted in all directions. It went flying all over the bed, soaking the sheets, and splattering the mans mask and coat.

"Ahhhh yes..."

The man snapped his fingers and the boys chest went back to normal,

"AGH NO PLEASE!"

Max screamed and cried, thrashing his body around like a fish without water.

The man took a thin knife and lowered it below the boys sternum, feeling the edge of the blade tingling on his skin caused the boy to go limp.

The blade sinked into the skin and made it's way down the stomach, splitting it in two revealing his insides.

The beeps of the machine was frantically making noice, a nurse ran into the room.

The boy was shaking and turning,foam spilled from his mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head.

"DOCTOR DOCTOR!"

Max's limbs went away like noodles.A staff of people came to work on him. They surrounded him, calling commands.

Max opened his eyes, he was in the same medical room but he saw a staff gathered around a bed, he looked over their shoulders to reveal his body laying on the bed.

"What the heck!"

How could he be in the bed but standing here?

Am I a spirit?

He panicked, he must be dead.

His mom rushed in into the room,

"MY BABY!"

She ran towards Max's direction,

"Mom!"

He ran to her but she passed through his body. Letting a cold, icy feeling cause his hairs to stand up.

"Mom?"

She kept looking over to the bed.

"MOM, MOM PLEASE!"

She didn't even hesitate to look at him. He ran out of the room and screamed,

"SOMEONE HELP ME!"

People passed by him, or through him. He pushed his fingers through his hair. Everything seemed to be spinning at a hundred miles per hour. He felt nauseous.

He ran to the office lady's,

"LOOK AT ME!"

But their fingers kept drumming on the keyboard.

"Max...."

A voice called to him from the back of his head.

"Hello?"

He turned and looked down the hallway. There stood a man, wearing a black coat, he was lean and pale. His eyes seem to sink into their sockets, his lips curled into a smile. His skin leathery and stretched.

"Hello Max!"

"Who...who are you?"

His voice quivered, he inched himself back.

"I am Death. I'm here to take your spirit to it's destination."

"No...I...I'm not dead."

"No not yet, but today is your due date."

Max's heart seemed to freeze, his eyes brought themselves into what seems like a unbreakable stare with the mans eyes.

"I can't leave! Not yet!"

He turned his shoulders and sprinted down the hallway. Flowing trough people body's, heaving his breath. He turned around the corner and barged into a room. His heart raced through his chest, darting his eyes right and left. There was a empty locker in the far corner. He busted the locker door open and stepped in, gently closing the door. There was a slit on the locker door by where his eyes were. He peered through them, waiting and hoping that the man...named death, wouldn't come into this room. All the noises died, silence took it's role.

The door nob to the room turned, causing the lock to click open.

No...

Staring into the slit, the door groaned open. The door stood open, but nothing walked in. Then footsteps grew closer, the man stepped into the room.

"Max? C'mon Max. Let's be quick about this. I have a tight schedule!"

He looked around, checking behind the door.

"I'm not here to hurt you, I'm just your transporter."

He unsheathed some sort of ancient blade.

Max's arms were twitching, his knees thought of buckling.

The man knelt down lifting the bottom part of the blankets of the one of the beds in the room, checking under the mattress.

"Mmmm you're good!"

He smirked. He got up to his legs and walked toward Max's direction.

Max put his hand on his mouth,

Please....please don't check...

The man reached his hand out, Max looking from the slit in the locker.

The man grabbed the knob and turned it.

He opened the locker next to Max, sweat flowed down his neck.

The man laughed,

"I'm coming...Max."

He turned and walked out the door.

Max barely opened the locker, waiting for any sudden thing. He stepped out, and creeped up to the door. He stuck his head out the window and looked over the corner. The man seemed to be gone.

Did he say his name was death?

He made his way down the hall, trying to keep his shoes from squeaking.

"HELP....AGH!"

Max looked over to his left at Room B-203, to see the man grabbing a kid. Every hair froze. His feet felt cemented into the floor.

Death put his hand in the kids forehead and breathed. A glow came from his finger. And then....the kids skin shriveled, his eyes sank into their sockets. The blood ran cold leaving the skin, his eyes rolled into his head.

He gasped.

Death turned to face him, he smiled and gave the most horrific smile. It dawned in Max's mind, forever singed into his head.

He turned and sprinted to his medical room. The man teleported and stood in front of the doorway.

"Now now, let's not play cat and mouse."

He giggled and took steps toward Max.

Max thought of only one thing, he bulldozed into death knocking him off his feet. He ran into his room and jumped into his actual body.

"HE'S AWAKE!"

The doctors leaned over the bed staring down at Max.

He gave a soft whimper.

"Room B-203."