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The Second Death
By Eugena
Rated: T
A second "death" competes for her new job.
Chapter One: Death Meet Death
The sky was ashy in the city of Ankh-Morpork. The grey mist of The Shades loomed ominously about the horizon. A lone figure walked the alleyway, soon interrupted flicker of light bouncing off a knife's blade.
"'Geme all your money," a male voice annunciated poorly.
The figure quickly caught the knife and drew it back upon the assailant.
"Tell Me Now," said the figure holding the knife to the man's throat, "Are You An Apprentice For Thieves Or Assassins?"
"I'm a mercenary."
"Then Your Hands Only Belong In A Dead Person's Pocket."
The man said nothing as he felt the knife press deeper into his throat. A vein ruptured minutely and blood began to define the knife's blade.
"The Blood Is On Your Knife," said the figure calmly. The figure waited a few moments, listening for the beat of a white horse's hooves. The sound did not come, but instead a skeleton appeared before the two.
"Death," the figure greeted, "I Thought You Would Have The Decency To Come On Your Horse."
"WHY IS THAT?"
The figure allowed the knife to slide down the mercenary's throat without beheading him. The figure began to walk away.
"ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LEAVE HIM HERE?"
"That, My Acquaintance, Is Up To You."
"I HAVE NO OPINION IN THE MATTER. I WILL MEET HIM SOONER OR LATER."
"Your Choice," the figure called back.
"IF I HAD BROUGHT BINKY, WOULD YOU HAVE KILLED HIM?"
"No," the figure answered, "I Would Have Just Borrowed Him For A Millennia Or Two. I Don't Have One."
"ALL OF THIS TO RIDE A HORSE?"
"He Was The One Trying To Kill Me."
The figure looks at an old dog lying down by a barrel. The figure extends a hand to trace the outline of one of the dog's pointy ears. The dog slowly closes its eyes and exhales once more.
"It Looks Like I Have Another Dog In The House."