Death is an odd thing, a few go to it gratefully, having grown tired of life's endless struggle. Some fight it with all their being; they fear the darkness, the unknown. These are the ones that would do anything to live. I understand both reactions, I have seen them many times. Only the children are different, the children and the few who have learned what I only learned in death. They understand.
I'm sitting on a park bench much like I used to before I died. I wonder why I've become what I am now. When you think of dieing you usually don't think you'll have much to do with the mortal world, and truly most don't. I'm something of an anomaly.
A pair of children chase each other through the park and I smile, grateful that I can just watch. As they pass by one of them grins and waves, I wave silently in return. I close my eyes and regret it as familiar images play on the backs of my eyelids. Memories of my life, blood and darkness. In life it was easy, I didn't know about the families of the people I killed, didn't know the reason behind why they were there, didn't know them. I didn't want to know. Sometimes I was justified in taking the life of another human. The ones that had murdered and the law could not hold, but the tally of those who were just hired by the wrong people and in the wrong place at the wrong time is much higher, so much higher.
A gentle voice interrupts my thoughts pulling me back from the cloying fog of despair that holds my spirit. I smile and nod; it's time to take one more of the creators' children home.
A/N: Wow I got a review after months of not updating!!! It inspired me so much that I decided to put the chapter up. See what reviews do for me! Thanks so much, MOTDOTW-San!