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If reaping could be considered an Art then reapers would be famous, money would be the easiest thing to come by but it was all a dream. A dream that would never come true.
In reality, everything for a reaper was hard, half of them were homeless and the ones that weren't were squatters. They were dead doomed to take the souls of the post it note names. With a yellow post it note in hand that's where they stood.
The reapers ready to take the persons soul before the inevitable happened. A collective sigh came from both of them, Mason and George. They had stood next to a wall looking at the same stretch of road nearly all morning just waiting for the time to come whilst ignoring the many stares they had gotten.
The weirdest of all was the one from the teenager. The girl from across the road, with curly brown hair and blue eyes that sparkled when the light hit them. She was beautiful in a way that people couldn't see. Or that's what Mason thought.
The 27 year old that died chasing the ultimate high, he heard many years ago from Rube that there were humans who walked the earth who had sixth sense, like the people on TV who claimed to be able to see the dead because they had sixth sense, but these people with sixth sense could see how reapers really looked.
He had never met anyone before with the supposed "gift" but-apart from the crazy guy that George had reaped the year before-Rube was so old that he probably had. He couldn't keep his eyes off her and he wasn't sure why, he had met and seen a lot of girls in his time but none of them were like this one girl.
A clearing of a throat shook him from his reverie and he looked down at the sarcastic teenager next to him and followed her outstretched hand to where she was pointing. A women middle aged with brown hair was making her way out the house that the post it note said.
This was always the hardest bit. He watched as the women seemed to gather herself before making her way towards the wall and talking slowly to the teenager sat on the wall before walking across the road and towards the bus stop, brushing past Mason and George as she went. The best thing about the women was that she was easy to identify, she wore a white nametag, well at least it would be an easy reap, sadly he pushed his hand towards her and pretended to accidentally brush her arm.
Apologising quickly he watched as she gave a quick smile and walked for the bus stop but she never got there or well her soul didn't, a car which seemed to have lost control of its breaks, veered off the road and slammed into her, slamming her and the car into the wall behind the women, well that was the end of her, he had to admit it wasn't the nicest of deaths to look at.
He bit his lip as the women appeared next to him, she was in a state of shock it seemed and George was thankfully the one who explained what had happened. He couldn't help noticing the girl out the corner of his eye.
She was shocked yet upset but she was looking straight at the ghost of the women. What was he going to do? He couldn't help the feel of his dead heart swelling at the sight of her sadness, why did he even feel this way about a girl that he didn't even know? Now he wished he was high again.
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Many hours had past since the first fateful meeting of their eyes, the women-who's name had been Lara-had now passed on after an hour of having everything explained and talking to the teenager-who turned out to be the women's niece-about how everything would be fine. Lara passed on into a blue floating abyss of countryside.
It was all quite beautiful or that's what Mason thought which was weird because if he hadn't have been sober his mind would have been so far gone that he probably wouldn't even had a second thought about it.
He was discovery a whole new world since he had become clean, it was amazing yet scary. He had lived so long in the other world that this new world was rather daunting. Mason now sat in the booth at der waffle hous sitting facing the teenager whose name was Amara. George had left for her shit job at happy time right after the women had passed on, not even giving a second look at the girl named Amara.
"I'm sorry about everything that happened today, I've never met someone like you with sixth sense, it's amazing, what do I look like?" His voice came out a little high pitched with all the excitement that he was feeling an he gave a soft smile to her as she looked up from staring down at the table and looked into his eyes as he suddenly reached out and took her warm hand. Thankfully she didn't seem to flinch away and she gave a shaky smile.
"You look…look young, like your in your twenties, your handsome" she bit her lip as she stopped, she wasn't sure what else to say, her head seemed to be swimming with thoughts that seemed to be jumbling together, she was amazed that she could even think.
She had just found out that there was a sort of life after death or whatever it was that was keeping the handsome man in front of her still breathing, she had never questioned death before or not on the scale that scientists did, to her it had just been death but now it was a whole different world. She closed her eyes and breathed in slowly as she tried to get her head around the days events.
Her aunt was dead and she had sixth sense. Was she dreaming? It sounded like a nightmare but she definitely wasn't dreaming. She would be able to wake up from a dream but this she couldn't wake up from. If her day hadn't been crazy enough she was now sat in a sort of crappy restaurant talking to a reaper who if he wanted he could take her soul.
"Are you going to kill me?" A whisper forced its way out of her now trembling lips and she saw the face of the reaper in front of her change from excitement to sadness.
"Why would I hurt you? Your not scheduled to die and I don't kill people, Im sorry for what you have been through today, here eat something" he pushed the plate of food which seemed to be a full American breakfast-served in the afternoon-towards her giving her a fork as he pushed it towards her, he felt her pain in some way, he had been a reaper for so many years that he knew what it was like to lose someone close to him.
He had been on the earth for many decades and sure over the years he had found friends in many people but of course when he either had to reap them or out live them it wasn't a nice thing to happen, he could never be honest with them, in a way it wasn't a real friendship.
"I understand how you must be feeling right now and Im sorry, but can I ask you something? Before you saw me and George had you ever seen another reaper or even anything supernatural?" his question came out before she could even answer, food was in her mouth as she chewed softly and gave a gulp and looked at him again.
"When I was young, I was in a car crash with my friends, we were on a school bus and a few people had died, before the bus had crashed I saw these weird kind of creatures messing with the controls and messing with the seatbelts and other things to do with how the children and people died, these creatures hovered over a lot of people, they in the end just seemed to stare at me like I was not meant to be there, they left me after that and seemed to disappear as soon as the bus crashed, I remember seeing children who were dead get up and walk away but apart from that I don't remember anything, I remember my mum telling me that I was crazy and if I mentioned it to anyone else then I would be locked away, so for years I kept silent but every time something bad happened I would either see something, I feel something, I don't know. Like today, I woke up feeling weird and then when I saw you and your friend I kind of knew something was going to happen, there was an air about you, like death is following you close behind, I saw what you did, when you touched her arm you took her soul, it was weird, it looked like it was not even attached to her" she seemed to mumble the last few words but she was surprised at herself.
They were the most words she had said in a while, usually she would say only a few things to her aunt, uncle or even cousin, she wasn't big on talking to them, never had been. But this person, Mason, he seemed to be-in the such short time she had know him-bringing her out of her shell and she liked it, she liked the way it felt.
