Undertaker

Chapter I

I was walking around the coffin room, seeing which ones needs to be fixed. I heard a loud knock on my door. I opened the door and found to officers at my door.

"Good afternoon, Undertaker," said the young officer.

"Need a fitting or looking for someone?" I asked, walking back into the coffin room.

"Someone of this description," said the bearded officer, handing me a picture.

"I have seen him but you know if I have seen someone. That usually means they're dead," I chuckled a little, walking to the person coffin.

"When did he arrive here?" the young buck asked. I scratched my head.

"Hmm... about 3 days ago. Shot in the head, stabbed multiple times in the chest as well as an ear was cut off," I said, opening the wooden box. 

"Oh my lord," they said, coving their mouth and nose.

"It's was hard to get his body fixed up," I said, walking into the kitchen.

"By any chance did you come across a key?" asked the young officer.

"A key? You mean this key," I asked, throwing a bag at them.

"Yes, this is the key. Thank you, Undertaker," the young buck said. Both officers walked out of my shop and I was alone again. I notice someone else is here.

"Come on out," I said, towards the shadows.

"It's been awhile, old friend," the voice said calmly.

"Yes, it has been, Victor," I said, smirking at the well dressed man, "So, what's brings you here and I know it's not my good looks," I chuckled.

"A body," Victor said coldly.

"Of course it would be a body. The ruler of the underworld would like to see a body," I said angrily, snatching the picture out of his white porcelain hands, "The police was here, looking for a key. I gave them a copy but here the real one," I said, handed him the key.

"Thank you, Undertaker," He said, smiling at me.

"I will have to get you fitted for one of  my coffins," I chuckled.

"Maybe next time, but I'll see you later. Bye," Victor said, leaving the shop.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, walking away from the door and into the living room. I looked out the window, noticing how busy the streets are, " I wonder if anyone likes me. Truly likes me," I said to myself.

"AHHH!" I heard a murderous scream. I jump and headed for my door when a gun was pointed at my head.

"Undertaker, we need that key. The one that you gave to the police," the gunman demanded.

"Sorry but what key?" I asked, trying to be innocent.

"I told you. Now the key or your life?" He ordered, cocking his gun.  

"Hmm... I don't have it," I said, trying to remain calm.

"Then who because I know for sure that the police don't have the real one," the gunman said but I remain silent. The man hit me with his gun, "Now tell who has it or I will put a bullet in your skull," He threaten.

"Alright, the ruler of the underworld," I said.

"That's better. You're going to help get it for us," He said. I heard footsteps coming from behind me. They grabbed me and started to tie me up. I was dragged to the trunk of a car. After a few minutes, the car stopped. The light from when the trunk opened was blinding.