Death. It's that one thing we all think we know, black hooded skeleton with a scythe. We’ll the truth is your wrong, i met death long ago and he was a charmer for sure, he looked like any other guy; black short hair, dark brown/red eyes and the most beautiful smile. He was sweet kind and charming and his laugh was to die for he is my best friend . His name is Augustus.
“I’m here Adeline don’t worry” that’s the last thing i heard before it all went black, I was dead I looked on to see a man standing in front of me he was tall, kinda scrawny, his eyes were a light blue almost of the sky this must be god i thought to myself
“it's time for you to take on a bigger meaning Adeline the roll you were made to take on in the afterlife you are life..and to help you out will be—“
“Me,Augustus my names is Augustus and imma be showing you the ropes to it” it's him he’s the voice I heard
“Pleased to meet you….” I studied the way he talked and moved his eyes like fire, he moved closer to me “if I’m life what does that make you?”
“Me?” He speaks with a giant grin running along his face “well you’ll just have to find out yourself” Augustus was clearly one to play games he was hiding something. the man with the blue eyes looked to us and cleared his throat
“Both of you go on and d—“
Augustus interrupted this man for the 2nd time “I know I know behave all of that but don’t call me that it will ruin the fun” At this the man scoffed rolled his eyes and left leaving me alone with Augustus
“So what would you like to know” he raises an eyebrow a small smirk tugging at his lips.
“I would like to know who you are”
“If you must know I’m the one who led your soul out of the realm of the living”
“So what are you some kinda angel?”
“Well ina sense”
“That’s not an answer”
“Some like to call me the angel of death some call me the grim reaper”
“Wait you’re death?? The guy with the black cloak?”
“I am” he says a toothy smile this time
We walked asking questions back and forth getting to know one another I learned that he’s been death, since April 12th 1775 he died in the revolutionary war in the battle of concord he like me when he died had met dan, the guy with the blue eyes, he had shown him the ropes and had passed on the task of death to him just as he had given me the task of life as we were talking, there was a sudden shift in the air, then shortly following a sound almost painful to my ears, a gunshot then 100s following after, screams and cries in agony and pain, landmines being set off, a war had just begun.
