The Master
Possessions, I have learned, are only inanimate objects that give the soul false comfort. Family, I have learned, are people who only respect and care about you, because they
are related to you, by blood. Friends, I have learned, are people that only like you to gain something in return. Everything I have come to know and love during my pathetic life
has been either explained or ripped apart in front of my eyes. All of what occurred is no ones, but my, fault. Yet, I don't give a fuck…. this is why I have been chosen by
Death, himself, to kill those that question him.
It was like a dream come true when he came to me. He spoke to me in tongues, yet I understood him somehow. I agreed to become his servant, as my role on Earth was of no
importance and in that moment all my friends and family were, nothing. He told me it was going to be painful, oh! What a fool I was. I backed down for a moment, even with
his wishes of immortality and great gifts, I sensed danger. Being a poor peasant, I thought that this was the perfect opportunity to abandon my old life. Finally, I agreed, and… it
was painful. I could bet Death, though he wasn't visible in his cloak, had some kind of wicked sadistic smile on his face as he moved his bony hand toward my face. I didn't
even have time to flinch, because immediately after he raised his hand, it shot toward my face. In a split second I was blind and there was excruciating pain in my head, like my
brain was going to implode or melt. Then I felt a warm liquid pour down my face, from my eye sockets. It was my own blood. Before I could scream, my chest began to ache,
as if someone bit into it many times. The pain was so great I was shocked into silence. I became very cold, and fell to the ground, but for some reason, I could not feel
the ground. Then, I stopped thinking and died.
I woke up, which I found very surprising, because my last thoughts were, never trust strangers even if they to claim to be Death and about to give you power. Even though I was
a kid it was foolish of me to trust him, but now as I see that I appear to be alive, maybe my instincts were right. Wait a second, I see! I also feel, and I am in no pain! I look
around, I appear to be in a forest, and Death comes before me and tells me that I have undergone a process of what he calls a "transformation". I expect to feel, ugh what is it
called again, "angry" at him for transforming me, but I don't. After a few minutes of adjusting to my new night vision and acute hearing, he explains to me that I have been
stripped of my emotions and my mortal body for loyalty reasons and am now something he calls "The Master", his servant that kills people that question Death. He also says
that no matter how much I try, I will never see myself. In the end, my greatest fears were realized, as he spoke the last words he had ever said to me before he departed, "You
will have a hunger in you forever, a hunger that could only be eased by killing those who question me, you will soon see that you have made a mistake in trusting me, to be put to
death, you will need to kill 100 mortals who question me, till then, may I suggest staying away from those that do not question me".
To be continued…
Please Comment! There is another story that branches of this story like "Death Secret" which I have written and it might give hints about "The Master". –Lee K.