Death's Diary
Chapter 2: Rudy
I am skipping a lot of my chapters so you don't get bored of course. I imagine you don't want to read a billion stories about the people's souls I have collected. I will just skip to the best ones, the ones that were ready. I will start with a boy and a very, very unfair death.
The skies were clear, but they had the color red spilling out of, practically everywhere I looked. Then there were the bombs, they only seemed like birds from the far, but they weren't. It killed everyone including the little German boy I am about to talk about. Well there was one survivor, the little German girl.
I knelt down and tore the soul away from a small lemon headed German, boy. It was hard for me, and I know some might not believe me, but it was. Imagine taking some ones soul and seeing a little boy dreaming of a kiss he would get as soon as I took it. I stayed there and watched a little German girl kiss him goodbye and she walked away only looking back 1 more time, at the boy she loved. I was heart broken at this moment and I also turned and walked, but I didn't look back because I knew if I did I would regret it. I only starred down at the little soul in my arms, and then ran after a truck that had a diary of the lonely German girl.