80 years later
I stand outside the house as the thunder cracks and rainfalls: my hood up, scythe in my right hand as I wait. The rain doesn't touch me as if I have a small umbrella above me.
I watch the two-story house. I take my clock out of the pocket in my robe.
8:36.
I sigh as I put it back.
I don't flinch as I hear the gun go off. A small scream follows it. I walk to the house, walk through the wall, and find myself in the living room: brown carpet, white walls, now stained with blood splatter.
I look at the man cradling his wife, whispering apologies. I step over the broken green lamp on the floor as I stand over him and his wife.
Her skin is dark, eyes closed, hair messy like she had been dragged by it. She looks as if she is sleeping, but I know she is seconds from taking her last breath.
Bruises litter her body; she looks only 23.
I sigh as she lets her last breath leave her. Then I take my scythe and put the end of my blade on her heart, I dig in a little, and I see what looks like smoke leave the hole. I grab it and bring it to me, setting it beside me to my left.
Suddenly she replaces the smoke. She blinks and looks at me.
I smile at her. "Hello, Stormi."
Her eyes widen at the sight of me. "Are-are you, an-an angel?" I chuckle at the girls wonder.
"No I'm a reaper, you'll see some Angels soon." She looks at her body and then back at me.
"He shot me. I'm dead?" She asks, if she could cry, I'm sure she would be crying.
"Yes, but trust me, he will get what is coming to him in three days," I state with an evil smile.
She sighs as I offer my hand; she takes it. I sigh happy this one is taking her death peacefully.
"I should have left," she says to me regret in her voice.
I nod as I lead her through the wall outside, "Yes, but you didn't, come, no need to fuss over it." My wings break free from my back, and I take off bringing the girl with me.
We land in front of the gates of heaven. "This is your stop," I say as the pearly gates open. An angel comes forth to greet her. She walks towards the angel, and the gates close after her.
I sigh as I turn and fly back home. I land gracefully on the grass.
"Thana," I turn my head and smile at the familiar voice. Morana grabs my shoulder and squeezes it as she starts talking. "Oh, I took this guy to hell, oh my gosh Thana he begged me the whole way down," I laugh as we start walking toward her cottage.
"I kept trying to explain to him that I was just transporting him, but the guy just couldn't understand that I didn't decide on where he went." She sounds exhausted.
"You should have let a demon get him," I state with a laugh looking at her.
She rolls her eyes at me "You know I can't do that," I shrug my shoulders.
"How did he die," I ask her as we walk the two wooden steps to her door.
She turns the knob with a sigh "drug deal gone wrong."
"What was yours?" She asks in return as we walk to her orange sofa.
I sit down and look at her as she sits in a blue accent chair to the left of the couch.
