Undertaker

Chapter II

~2 weeks later~

I finished the extra bodies and the coffins for them. Now things are back to it's normal pace. I sat down in my chair with coffee in hand.

SLAM!

I heard my front door shut closed. I got up from my chair.

"Hello Undertaker," Victor said, standing right in front of me.

"Looking for a body I presume?" I questioned, pushing pass him.

"Yes and no," He said, grabbing a hold of my  wrist.

"What do you mean, Victor?"

"I mean, I'm here for a body and something else," Victor said secretively, releasing my wrist.

"Okay then. Do you have a picture?" I asked. He handed me a photo of the person he was looking for. I nodded and started to walked down to the morgue, "Here we are," I announced.

"Thank you," he said, walking into the room.

"I'll leave you to do whatever you do," I said, leaving the room

After about twenty minutes later, Victor came walking out of the room, seemingly disappointed. He walked right pass me and out of the shop. It was an odd thing that Victor didn't say anything on the mattered. I guess he was just upset he didn't find what he was looking for. I walked to the window and to see his car was gone.

"Well, my guess is he searching for something and didn't find it here," I thought to myself. I started to work on fixing up the wounds on some of the bodies. I felt an odd present in the room. I looked around and notice a walking corpse. I looked around and picked up my drill. The corpse came running  towards me. I shoved the drill into the corpse's head with blood and brain matter coming out of the hole but I didn't stop until I was sure that the corpse was dead. I whipped my face trying to get rid off some brain matter.

"Well, if he was still alive. He's dead now," I said, started to clean up the bloody mess.

"What the hell happened here?" a voice asked.

"A corpse came back to life or I killed someone?" I said, turning to face the person.

"Undertaker, are you okay?" he asked, walking closer to me.

"Yes, I'm alright and it's not my first time killing someone, Victor," I said.

"Really, how many have you killed?" Victor asked shocked, as he crossed his arms.

"50 or more," I said shrugging.

"Really? I never knew that you have that much blood your hands," he said, looking at me concerning. I nodded and continue to clean up the mess, "I mean is this line of work, you deal with the dead not the living."

"I know but sometime they are not really dead," I said, getting the mop.

"I'll clean this up. You can go take a shower," Victor ordered, taking the mop out of my hands.

"Victor, it's my mess. I'll clean it up," I protest trying to take the mop from Victor.  Victor kept the mops out of my reach. He push pass me and I started to chase him around the room.  I slipped on the blood tackling Victor onto the blood covered floor. We both starting to laugh uncontrollable.

"I guess, we both are going to need a shower now," he chuckled. I nodded as I was getting off of him. I helped Victor to get back on his feet and off the bloody floor. We started to clean up the mess together. Once we finished we made our way up stairs.

"You can go first," I said, looking for clothes for Victor.

"Um... Sure, thank you,"  Victor said, heading to the bathroom. I continue my search for clothes that might fit Victor. I walked into the bathroom and place them on the sink. I picked up the Victor's bloody clothes. I walked out and found a bag and peroxide.