"Please…have mercy oh my soul!"
The screams, echo throws out the empty halls of a mansion sitting outside of an ocean view. The sea roared low as the waves crashed onto the sandy beach.
"No one shall hear your screams.. it is your time..you can never run from death."
A man spoke, his voice was low and husky he stood before, Miss Abilene. A woman with high classed dressing, and was loved by all...yes she was young, but the young always die. This male knew this all too well, his eyes had harden over the years. No longer had he seen the joys of which he called his childhood. His golden eye's shinned, oh so dark they had really become. His long gray hair shinned the moon light had struck it making it glow. He wearied a suit fit for such a day...a day for a funeral. Tears streamed down the young lady face, she made a poor excuse to get out of dying.
"P-Please i-I'll give you what every you want...money, jewelry, anything my body anything!"
She nearly screamed now on her knees looking up at the person who held her life in their hands.
"No amount of money or jewelry can make up for that of a soul,"
The last words slowly sunk into the girls mind...her hope dreams anything that she had planned. Slipped away from her but never soften her sobs which was soon end by the swift sound of a blade. No a scythe cutting that once lively women to a dull sound of nothingness. The male watched her body fall over, oh so dull he walked over to her body an closed her eyes wiping the single tear that fall. He stund up straight pushing, his glasses back onto his nose. He turned his head to looked out the water sat calmly welcoming that new soul.
"What a beautiful night..."
He spoke to no one but himself and the dead body of Miss Abilene, he turned an walked for the exit of the home. They will find the body in the morning an shall be buried he played no big part only doing what he was suppose to do. This is what made him the best, but he ignore the thanks from other.
The fouls that couldn't understand that there was more than taking which needed to go of course there was way around it. Yet he had found no one...not a soul that could sat that fire of life in him.
He pushed open the mansion doors the moon light running in, casting a shadow which disappeared in a matter of seconds.
Followed by others whom he had not spoken too, they speak not there was most need silent. For a soul to rest, the mansion slowly faded out of view. Nothing more than a other file to be placed away an forgotten, but the love ones will never forget.
How many time has he done this, months...years maybe two or three maybe me ten maybe even longer for has not aged much. Yet his mind was slowly going and soon he will be forgotten along with the dead.
Along with the rules of death and the bodies of those most unfortunate shall lay rioting being passed by like trash. If he is wrong may his own soul be ripped from his body. He shall return to do the same over an over again. Until he fined time to stop an lay to rest his scythe that shall always carry a treasure of deep secret.
He stepped forward an was now in front of a building lighted from the inside out, you could hear voice passing an greeting. Different from the scene he was just at, yet he will lock himself away until his next job.
For he was death an it happen so often.