Death's Keeper

Part one: Till Death Due Us Part

She stood at the back of the chapel. Behind the alter, or rather behind the wall behind the alter. She listened to the preacher have the couple recite the vows. She sighed.

Till death due us part.

The phrase takes on a whole new meaning if the man you're marrying has a heart attack at the alter and dies. Well that's exactly what's going to happen. She questioned whether or not to save the man.

She didn't owe him anything.

She didn't really care about him.

She didn't know him.

She wanted to be able to just let him die.

But there was something inside of her that wouldn't let her walk away.

Wouldn't let her just turn around and leave.

Wouldn't let her let this man die.

She would save him.

Something told her she had to.

So just as she felt his heart giving out she made it pump.

Made it work.

Made him live.

He must have realized he was about to die cause he looked straight at Jesus' statue and mouthed 'thank you'.

She left then.

She went into the unusually cold spring night.

Her black trench coat and matching black hair billowing behind her.

Her ice blue heavenly eyes staring at the road before her.

For every life she saved another had to die. And so, as her now blood red hell like eyes stared at the street before her, she made an elderly man, about to pass away anyway, die a week before he was due.