Winging It

Chapter Two

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Death. One of the most feared things. Why? People fear being forgotten, fear oblivion, fear the unknown, fear... dying.

They are indeed... side-effects of death, but none is actually death. So why do people fear it so? It is not painful: quite the opposite, it is peaceful. You do not go anywhere when you die, you simply cease to exist. Just nothing. There is no afterlife, there is no eternal suffering, just nothing. Death is a simple process of life, you have to die at some point, otherwise you have not truly lived.

Those who somehow manage to escape their death do not live for very long. Death, itself, sends us, Assistants of Death, to - no, not collect - end their life. To put it simply, death is the point of your life where you cease to exist, where you eventually rot into nutrients in the ground for new life, plants, which will feed other animals, which will also eventually die and the cycle just continues. Death, does not have anything to do other than to ensure that all things die, we all die at some point, and once everything no longer lives, Death itself can finally rest in its final moments.

Thana thought this over once more as her target came into sight. It was a poorly lit alley way, not a single person was there except for the two of them. She checked her reflection in a nearby window, her lips still a vibrant red, eyes still a glowing purple, hair still black, still short, fringe still a dullish crimson along with the blue that framed her face; all clashed with her pale complexion. She leaned against the end of the alley as the man approached her.

He called out, slurred, "Don't you know it's a bad time for a pretty lady such as yourself to be lingering in a place like this?"

Mara's voice returned to his call, like silk - practised, "I never thought about it before."

The man was standing right in front of her now, he reeked of alcohol and gently caressed the blue of her hair, "Maybe you should think about it more often."

The man disgusted Thana, however her job was simple, end this man's life, so she put up a submissive appearance and looked up at the man, "You wouldn't do anything to me, right? You make me feels so..." Thana clench her jaw in an effort to keep her façade, "...safe."

  "Of course," the man leaned closer to her face.

Almost there, just one last step. Their lips touched and the man slumped. The Kiss of Death. Mara didn't even bother to support him. He thudded onto the ground and Mara kicked him multiple times in disgust at how simple-minded the man was. Centuries of being a AoD and she would never be used to those like the man gradually freezing over at the end of the alley.

Mara began to walk toward the exit, her heels echoing and the sun kissing already cold lips.