I haven't written in so long and I'm feeling down so maybe this will cheer me up. So here is a chapter after a long long long time.
Chapter 4 : Inactive
She's just so beautiful. I can see her even in this dark room.
It was early dusk, it was the usual time for the undertaker to prepare for the upcoming day of labor as usual, but this time he had something to look forward to later this morning. He walked into the front most part of his funeral parlor and dusted off his open sign with his long black fingernails and moved it to hang it outside the door for all the world to see. He figured by just simply placing that sign wouldn't just automatically draw business since his day of work relied on death, so he decided to scurry past the creaky and dusty coffins to his back room and closed the door behind him.
It was pitched black however undertaker backed himself to the door and extended his right hand to reach a nearby shelf. He moved his wrist in a few directions until it landed on a candle holder which he then reached into his hat to pull out a match and lit the candle. The room slowly illuminated and revealed what was inside. There in the center was a closed metal coffin surrounded by barrels that emitted cooling fog around the coffin and a small, but old treasure chest. Up above were shelves carrying various tools used for embalming and stitching, and few dark containers holding unknown dark liquid.
With a chuckle he made sure he placed the candle on the shelf towards the door and made his way towards the coffin.
He stood there in front of it for a brief moment, before taking his fingertips and touching the outside ever so gently. A smile curled on his lips as he rested his ear on the coffin. The coffin was chilled and it tickled his ear, his gray locks draped beside him.
"I can't believe today is the day." He whispered.
He stood tall then proceeded to take the top of the coffin by moving the left corner. In three pulls and a firm grasp, he made sure to remove it safely and rest it on the floor beside the coffin
" You get more and more beautiful the more I look at you ..."
In the coffin resided the body of a naked woman, presumed to be dead. She appeared to have had pale skin, however the loss of blood gave it a grim bluish and grey appearance. Her eyes were closed and she had a wound in her abdomen were it seems to be repaired. Her hands were clasped in front of her chest and her smile alluded to Mona Lisa's.
As he rested his hand on her stitches he began to speak,"I made sure that wound of yours is hidden nicely. I admit this stitching is my best work yet".
The Undertaker gazed at her body in awe.
" I don't know what to yet dress you in ? Pink ? White ? Yellow?"
As he pondered, there was a bell that could be heard that was coming from his front door. The Undertaker's smile dropped quickly as he rushed to grab his hat and make his way towards the counter to greet the guest.
" Earlier than I expected. What if I was a lady and the powder room and you sneak up on me like that? Am I supposed to rush out?" The Undertaker twirled a few strands of his hair as he gazed upon the customer.
"I am here for my purchase."
There stood Claude carrying a suitcase. His face was stern and he took a deep breath before continuing," This should be enough " He dropped a bag on the counter containing various types of currency.
"Purchase? I don't remember corpses having a price , but then again they belong to no one but the earth. " The Undertaker pressed his finger on his lips.
Claude expression didn't change, he didn't even blink as he stared at the Undertaker.
"Lighten up. Wait.. I mean ease up on your weight . Ahaha...ah... " There was an eery silence not even the sound of crickets could lessen the tense atmosphere in the room.
"Fine, but at least smile a little. It's good for you." The Undertaker Smirked as a glint of his bright neon green eyes twinkled at Claude. He used his index finger to point at his own smile as an example.
Claude sighed and forced a big toothy smile, even for the Undertaker, this creeped him out, "Never mind. Shall I take you to her."
The Undertaker lead Claude to his backroom where the woman's body was still there untouched.
"She's naked. " Claude said in an irritable tone.
"The body in it's truest form, believe me if i knew you were going to be here sooner I would've dressed her in something more decent. " Undertaker responded, " Now that you're here help me with this situation. Pink. Yellow. Or White ? I thought white would be traditional, but pink makes her-"
"Enough," Claude interjected, "I truly don't have time for this, here take this suitcase. All you need is in here. As we discussed earlier.. "
He handed the Undertaker the suitcase much to his surprise, "I will be back tomorrow morning at 8:00am to pick her up. I expect her to be dressed and ready. "
The Undertaker nodded and clenched the suitcase tight to his chest as he watched Claude leave his funeral parlor. Undertaker had a smile plastered on his face until he closed the door behind him.
"He isn't going to be good to you I can tell. Wouldn't you rather stay here with me? " The Undertaker said as he placed the suitcase on a shelf and went in side the old treasure chest shaped box and pulled out a 6 inch wide and 6 feet long white silk ribbon. He then tossed it over his shoulder and proceeded to lift the woman's body up to the point it appeared as if she was sitting up. With the center of the ribbon in his mouth he laced the ribbon around her breast and private area so she would be more decent to display. Her limp body rested it's head on his shoulder as he held her extended arm.
Then he stopped in that moment.
In the corner of his eyes he stared at her. He slowly rested his head on hers and used his free hand to hold her waist so she would be closer to him.
"If only you could hear how fast I would protect you. I can't feel your heart , but I wonder if it would beat for thee?" He slowly moved his hand from her waist to her chest.
"He will harm you when you're walking so why don't you stay with me while you peacefully sleep with no end."
On the shelf
The suitcase unzips and out pops the tiny Gwendolyn peering outside of it to have a glimpse down below. Her eyes were in shock in what she has witnessed.
And heard.
