Infinity In Death's Eyes

The Begining

I found a gap in the north wing hollow wall of my crappy small town high school in the middle of nowhere, that had a small hole in it. Through there I found a way into the rafters of my school. I sit for hours listening to kids walk in and out of classes grumbling about not wanting to go to certain other classes. Soon after several chapters of my book and a lot of twists the last bell rang and that one kid that always got out of the classroom first let's out that victory whoop of getting out of school. I had rolled my eyes, just like every other day and packed up my stuff. I skillfully climbed through the rafters to the wall where my makeshift ladder awaited. Everything seemed very surreal as I came out of small hole in the wall, rounded the corner, and joined the crowd of students all going somewhere to eventually end up nowhere. Unlike me, I planned to go to a nice colledge and get out of the crappy life I lived in.
The world moves hundreds of miles a minute and I was convinced I would go faster and be famous like all of the people in history books. I was convinced I would make a difference. I was right about that, I do make a difference just not in the way I had naively expected.
I practically fell into the fresh air when I had passed out the school doors. The cool gust of spring wind hit my face as I left the insane asylum my town calls a school and headed to what I called a home. The walk wasn't very long, eight blocks and only half of them were in the bad part of town.
After what seemed like seconds I crossed into the familiar territory of poverty and bad luck. Although living here was better than being trapped up in the juvenile detention center, which is the only orphanage we have.
I walked by people with dirt and muck on their face. This was my world. I kicked stray cans and garbage out of my path keeping my head low and avoiding any eye contact. I walked by a dark alley where a pale green cat limped by. It had bald spots, different colored patches, and it was crying out in screeches that sounded like its throat was ripped to shreds.
I ignored it because if I stopped there who knows what could have happened, I could be attacked by a gang, or mugged, or worse. After another block I turned around with a sense of something following me. Something indeed was, the pale green cat limped behind me at a slow rate but still coming. I turn back around and keep walking.
When I finally made it to the abandoned apartment building I called home, the cat was still following me so I let it come up to my little room that I took. I looked at the small cat realising that it probably wasn't the smartest idea to let it come up with me.
"So what's up with you?" I spoke to a cat, I was probably being delusional. It coughed and I visibly flinched back afraid it would puke up its guts. Although when it coughed it revealed a small black collar in the depths of the sickly green fur. I took it and looked at the small name; Plague. That seemed like a weird name for  cat. It coughed again and I pulled back. I look to the window and just caught a small shadow of something in the corner of my eye. Except it was pitch black so it wasn't a shadow. I looked around quickly but the other cat seemed to calm down, it stopped coughing and screeching for a minute. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned my head back to the window then back at Plague.
It had started to get dark out so Plague's face was much more frightening. She  looked even more sick with the shadow showing a different side of her, like a ying-yang. Outside the window I had started to see the first stars of the night and I had started to lose myself in the impossibility of space going on forever, that after you find one galaxy there is another and another, never ending, infinite.
"I don't have any food." I say surprising myself out of my thoughts. Plague had  ignored me and settled onto the blankets I had layers on the ground. She had just nodded her head a little and had settled in to sleep.

how many times can one person be wrong. more than a lot. When the cats found me I was alone in the middle of a field standing next to an old Oak tree that was somehow still alive.
I saw them all coming through the field with a midnight black cat  following behind. they created a path of death and destruction. as they came up to me I fell to my knees, I was done, ready to give up. Suicide was on my mind half of the time and the other half was surviving.
Opposites, always there like light and day.
Plague came first and walked off to my left, next Famine came and walked to my right, then War came and walked to the left with Plague. finally came the midnight black cat, this cat had a bright white collar that had the name Death upon it written in black cursive ink. its eyes were like a complexion of galaxies,supernovas, and universes, they held the hopes, dreams, and fears of every person alive. As soon as I looked in Death's eyes I knew why they chose me, what I was, and what I was destined to be.
I had become the bringer of death when I had seen Plague, only select few can, one in a million. From thence forth they had followed me and I was immune to their effects. I am no longer human I am a bringer of death and doom. I am immortal and I chose when life is given or taken.
Now I sit here in the rafters of my crappy, small town high school, in the middle of nowhere. It is funny how life brings you all around, back to where I thought I would become a star, instead I became something far different. If you are reading this do not try to find me, I don't know why you would. My name is irrelevant because I only have the title of Bringer of Death. I don't particularly know why I wrote this, it just felt right. Also you now know the reasons of the phenomenon that happened a couple hundred years ago. Good luck in life and if you happen to see a sickly green cat with a pitch black collar, ignore it, or don't, it doesn't matter to me.

Sincerely, A Simple Someone