Debt Collectors (ONC Entry)

Soul 8

"I'm home, Hope" Saviour walked into his room and sat heavily on the sofa.

Hope had stayed unconscious all this time, not even stirring.

"Work was the same as always. Grieving souls, collection, the usual. I actually tried consoling someone. I know. Surprise. Surprise" he snickered, "Stacey Parker. She got lost during her school trip and was ripped apart by a bear. She cried for hours as she talked about the experience but she seemed okay after she told me everything. She only wished she'd said good bye to her dad. Poor girl" the smile dropped. He didn't wish to tell her something so upsetting. He should think of a better lie next time.

Stacey Parker was on his list and she was eaten by a bear but he did no such thing as console her. Her father was, after all, a rapist so he had to go after him after he collected her.

His collection was coming along. After he finished the gang who had enslaved him, he went after some of their contacts then he moved on to anyone he can find. He was almost half way there at 44 but he still needed 56 more.

He should think of a better way to find souls rather than just taking anyone he saw randomly.

A set of knocks came from his door and Saviour tensed. He undid the 2nd bag on his belt and hid it under Hope's bed. He stood back up, straightening his cloak impulsively and opening his door.

Near stood there with a smile, "Hi Saviour"

"Near. Hi. Why're you here?" he asked calmly but internally felt awkward. The last time they saw each other he stormed off, angry at him for showing him something terrible.

And now he was doing that terrible thing.

Near wrung his hands, his nervous habit, "I'm sorry for what happened. I meant to apologize much earlier than this but I haven't been able to catch you"

Saviour shook his head, "It's okay. You were only trying to help a friend out and I appreciate it"

Near's expression did not lighten up, he leaned to the side to peak at Hope inside, "How is she?"

Saviour shifted so he could see her better, "She hasn't woken up since. She might never do" Saviour tried his best to look hopeless and aggrieved. He succeeded because he did feel hopeless and aggrieved. There was no telling if what he was doing will work but he tried not to dwell on the worse case scenario.

That his sacrifices were all in vain.

Near fell further into despair, "I'm sorry, Saviour. I wish I could help"

You have. More than you will ever know, but Saviour chose not to say it.

*~-*-~*

How to efficiently kill a non-decreed:

Step 1: Make sure your hands are straight as you stab the body from behind as it located closer to the back. Protip: Better if they're asleep because if they're awake, it's like holding onto a raging bull. Better hold on!

Saviour shot his hand forward into the back of a well dressed man in his 30s. The man buckled as the elevator door closed, his hand coming up to catch the glass wall. He stared at his haggard expression through the glass.

Step 2: Wrap your hand on the soul ball and twist it 180 degrees. This' when they will scream and/or struggle so location, location, location.

Charles Foyer screamed in anguish and pain as he bent over backward awkwardly and fell on the ground. He grabbed his tailored shirt in agony, feeling a looming feeling of death. He saw the call button for the elevator and tried to reach for it.

Step 3: Stab your other hand into the body until it's behind the soul ball. The temperature will start to increase here so work gloves are essential. You wouldn't want to be holding a molten ball of life with your bare hands, would you?

Saviour reached inside with his other hand and Charles screamed again as he fell face 1st onto the carpeted elevator floor. His breathing was labored as if he couldn't bring enough air into his lungs.

Step 4: Final Step! Heave-ho! Heave-ho! HEAVE-HO!

Saviour pulled the soul ball with all his might and as it came free, Charles lay limp.

The elevator opened at its designated floor and the people who saw the collapsed man screamed in shock as many others rushed into the small space to check on him.

Saviour walked out the elevator casually, phasing through the people who hurried inside.

45

He looked through Charles' history again out of habit and found he wasn't the only one embezzling funds and stealing from their customers and even their employees. The boss of the company had helped him out. Both from escaping detection and planning the entire process.

Saviour could only shake his head in disappointment as he climbed up to the top floor.

The view outside the large office reminded him of his own room at the domain. All white washed and bleak.

The company's boss, Theodore Miller, was sitting on a leather sofa as he smoked a fat cigar. His assistants were running around the room, doing his work for him. Saviour shook his head again.

Theodore took a drab of his cigar, eyeing one of his young assistants. All women around their 20s.

The fat man snickered perversely and stood up as Saviour stepped towards him.

*~-*-~*

Saviour looked through Theodore's history as he sat at the edge of a broken window. The office behind him in a complete mess.

Theodore had fought back and ran around like a headless chicken. He even produced a pistol from his desk, spouting about evil spirits. He shot at the air and one at the windows causing it to break. The wind raging through the room and scattering everything it could.

Saviour managed to take his soul just as Theodore fell back from the open window, falling from the 30-storey building.

Looking through his history, it seems the idea of embezzling didn't come from him but a work friend who had the same idea. Saviour decided that he should try to find him next.

He looked down at where the body fell and dread pooled in his stomach.

Theodore's body had landed on someone below. He could safely assume from the amount of blood that that person was dead too.

He searched for that person's history, seeing them marked as deceased but their history was not blacked out. A decreed.

Saviour was relieved. He didn't kill someone who wasn't a target. They were meant to pass.

Saviour got up and left, ignoring the possibility of the Collector noticing something off about Theodore.

And especially ignoring that the history of the 2nd dead person might've been rewritten upon his passing and was not decreed at all.