TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part4of30)
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George UST almost romance
SUMMARY: George and Mason go out of town to pop the souls of some misguided cult members.
AUTHORS NOTES: this is the fouth installment of the a day in the life series, why did I make the title so long?? If you haven't read the first three parts chances are this won't make any sense. There are no spoilers past at the latest "Sunday Mornings" though I'd say more like "My room" and I don't expect there will be as I seem to have created something that comes after "My room" and ignores the rest of what I have and will see. I whipped this one out quick so the next one will take a little longer, but I couldn't leave the cliffhanger hanging too long. Hehe each part is only one day if you haven't yet noticed
"Georgie, why do you hate me?" Mason inquired giving a sad puppy dog face from the driver's seat.
I knew that at some point the question would come, but I never thought it would be the first thing out of his mouth after I got into the car. Of course asking right off the bat would make for a long trip if I refused to answer the question. I didn't know how to answer the question, part of me wanted to tell him the truth, but most of me wanted to just resort to back to the easiest way to avoid getting hurt, lying.
"I don't hate you Mason, it's just that I don't know if I like you like that," I answered.
"How can you not know? Honestly Georgie, it's either yeah, you know what I think we can try and see what we can make of this, or no I don't think that there can ever be anything between us."
"It's not that easy." I don't think I had convinced myself of that fact.
"Sure it is! It's that easy, just tell me do you like me as more then a friend, or do you see me as your brother? I can handle either one, but I don't like us being in limbo!"
"Mason! I don't know!"
"You do know, and you don't want to tell me. What are you afraid of?"
"Nothing!" I wanted to stick my tongue out at him, or give him the finger, but that would be juvenile and wouldn't accomplish much.
"There is something that you're not telling me, and I'm going to get out of you if it kills me."
"Whatever." I wanted to leave it at that but, again the silence for a long car trip didn't seem like such a good idea. Why couldn't Mason jack a car with a stereo system of some kind? "Besides Mason have the time you go around like a horny rabbit how do I know that I'm not just some flavour of the week?"
"Well if someone would help me with certain things perhaps I'd be less horny!"
"And if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I'm trying to use a metaphor dumbass!"
"Being horny is like a tree?"
I wanted to jump out of the moving car, I would have if it would make much difference. "Mason, how do you know that being in a real relationship will help? How do you know if whoever can keep up with you?"
"I'm not an animal for fuck's sake! This is not helping, you are avoiding the question."
"So what if I am."
"I need an answer George, I thought we had shared something, and then you tell me that it was just work. I can't believe that that is your idea of work, and if it is you should quit your fucking day job and find a nice corner or strip joint. Cause I know I was feeling something even if you weren't."
"Look Mason, so what if I felt something, it's just not going to work so just leave it be all right?"
I looked down at my hands, and my throat began to hurt. I was NOT going to cry in front of Mason. I couldn't cry in front of him. I tried to tell myself a joke to make me laugh, but it didn't work, my throat just got more sore. Finally I gave in and started to cry, trying to be quiet. I looked out the window in hopes that he hadn't noticed.
"Georgie are you crying?" Mason asked gently putting his hand on my shoulder.
"No," I whispered with a sniffle.
"You are crying! What are you crying about?"
"Nothing! Leave me alone!"
"We may not be lovers, but I hope that we are at least friends, and friends talk to friends."
"I don't wanna to talk about it."
He handed me a Kleenex. "Well when you feel like talking I can actually be a good listener."
I took the Kleenex, and for a good half an hour we both just sat in the car silently. I was thinking about weather or not tell him, and what I should tell him. For reasons I don't think I could ever explain I was drawn to him, and a very big part of me wanted to be more then friends with him, but none of me wanted to loose him. I just cared for him so much I wanted him to be around for a large part of my afterlife. Then before I really realized it I was telling him how I felt.
"Mason it's not that I don't want to be with you or anything," try as I may I couldn't shut myself up. "It's just that so far in my life everything that I've ever cared about was taken away from me. It started with pets dying. Then I lost my dad and my mom thru my own stubbornness, thinking that they had replaced me when my sister was born. I went thru my life trying not care about things cause I knew that they would be taken away from me. Then one day I get smacked in the head with a toilet seat, and you'd think that that would be the end of the torment, but no. I find out that I'm a grim reaper doomed to be undead for who the fuck knows how long! Why am I telling you all this?"
"Cause I'm a good listener, keep going." His voice was quiet, and so relaxing.
"Then I think maybe now that I'm undead things will change, but whatever control life and death likes to fuck with me! I made my first real friend and BAM she goes and jumps off a cliff and I don't know what the hell happened to her. I start to feel something for a guy, stupid considering I knew he was going to die, and well surprise, surprise he dies! I can't loose you too, all right Mason?! Are you fucking happy now I fucking told you how I feel!"
He pulled over, I was half expecting him to say, 'you, me backseat now!' But instead he simply leaned over and hugged me.
"Look, Georgie, from what I can tell you have to be a reaper for a fucking long time before your quota is up. And since we are undead we can't really kill ourselves to get out of our duties. So I think that you may be stuck with me for a very long time."
"Betty's quota wasn't up, and she's gone."
Mason shook his head. "Betty had more balls then me. I could never do that, especially if piggybacking meant never being able to see you again."
"Mason, I just know that if anything happened I'd lose you."
"So you'd rather not take a risk and regret it for however long, then take the risk and live it for the same undetermined time?"
I shrugged. "I really don't know anymore. You know how I feel, can we just leave it at that for a little while?"
"I guess so."
He let me go, and continued driving. I actually felt a loss when he let go of me, and I wanted him to be hugging me again, but I knew we had work to get to. I wondered why the hell we had to drive to the middle of butt fuck nowhere and collect a whole bunch of souls. Sometimes I swear reapers have intuition.
"I guess in Rube's haste yesterday he didn't give you any warning of what you were getting into," Mason said.
"Rube never warns me about anything," I told him.
"Well I think this is a situation you should be warned about, and to hell with Rube and his craziness!"
I had a feeling that whatever awaited us in butt-fuck nowhere was something I probably would not want to see. It was probably something I had read before in the paper, and never gave it a second thought. I was kind of glad that Mason had decided to give me warning, although I was pretty sure that all the warning in the world would not prepare me for what I might see when I go to wherever it was we were going.
"With the amount of souls that we have my guess would be an explosion or a cult. But since explosions don't tend to kill in mass on a farm in the middle of ass fucking nowhere I would say it's a safe bet that we are dealing with a cult who all commit suicide."
"Peachy," I mumbled. "Just peachy."
"Well really it's the better of the situations cause if you get an explosion and there's no time to grab the souls it can be hard to find pieces big enough to get souls out of."
Lovely visual, little chunks of human laying between debris. "Ah!"
"With a cult the thing that is the worst is that all the poor bastards look like they're sleeping. Most of them take odd concoctions that makes you fall asleep and then you just don't wake up."
I couldn't really think of much to say. "Ah!" I said. Maybe I could have said 'I see.'
"The nice thing about cults who practice in the middle of nowhere is that it usually takes a few days for the cops to find out about them, so usually we can go in grab the souls and not have to worry about cops. They tend not to like people pocking around while they are investigating crime scenes."
"I'd imagine having a couple people around touch all their bodies may start to piss them off."
"The other nice thing about cults is like half the souls believe so much in what it was they thought that they will see exactly what the crazy leader saw, and just go to it."
"And the shitty part?"
"Well the crazy leader is usually an ass and half to deal with. You'd think that he'd believe like all his followers in his own hype, but no half of them think that they are Jesus and that they should be able to rise again. No one was around in the time of Jesus but from what I know what he did was totally against the rules. If we could do that then no one would really die, well except for those people who's bodies are blown to bits." I nodded. "Well that makes sense."
"I'm sorry Georgie I always forget what happened to you."
"I think you're the only one."
He laughed. "Hey being toilet seat girl is better then being 'that idiot that drilled a whole in the back of his head.'"
I smiled. "I guess so."
"I admit now that it was a pretty stupid move, but when you're that baked anything seems like a good idea to keep you that way. If only I had known that I would become undead and never be able to experience any sort of high to its maximum anymore."
"So you mean with all that shit you do you don't get that stoned?"
"I know how I should be acting on most drugs, so I act like that, but for the most part I'm not half as stoned as I make myself out to be."
"So why don't you stop?"
He shrugged. "Well I guess its just that I just got used to it, and it would be strange to stop now. If I really had the right incentive I would probably stop."
"Well I guess that that's a good thing."
"So how did you manage to weasel out of work?"
"Told Delores that I had to go to a funeral."
"I could never think of good excuses to get out of work."
I shrugged. "I could never steal from the dead."
"It's a victimless crime, really, they're dead, they're not going to be using it. Stupid morals."
I laughed. "You have a warped mind."
He grinned at me. "I know, and that's what you like about me."
"I can't deal with this, I need a nap."
I feel asleep a few minutes later, I hadn't been sleeping well since the whole situation had started, and now that it had been somewhat resolved I realized how sleep deprived I was. I woke up to Mason's fingers gently stroking my face. I also noticed that my head was on his shoulder. I grumbled, and opened my eyes.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Almost there, I thought we'd get some food," he answered.
"I see."
"You know you're the first person to fall asleep on my shoulder who didn't drool all over me."
"Good to know."
We got out of the car and went into a diner. We were the type of town that you thought people made up for movies. There was even red and white checkered table clothes on all the tables. There was a sign that said "please seat yourself." Within moments an older waitress, a little on the plump side with gray hair was in front of us.
"What can I get 'ya'll to drink?" she asked.
"Coffee," we both muttered at the same time. After she took a few steps away from us I heard her say. "Rhonda you gotta hear these little love birds talkin'!"
"Great we're a side show attraction," I muttered.
Mason laughed. "You get used to people saying, please talk, you have the greatest accent when you immigrate."
I smiled at him, and looked at the menu. I couldn't believe it the place actually made homemade meals! They had a lot of great sounding choices too. Spaghetti with meatballs, lasagna, meatloaf (who goes and eats meatloaf?) and most of stuff was served with "fresh cut fries" or "salad like mom made it."
"Does all this stuff sound great Georgie?" Mason asked me.
"It does, but I can't deiced between the fries and the salad!"
"Well you get fries, and I'll get salad and we'll share!"
"Sounds good to me."
Our waitress came back, and set down our coffees. She also placed a tiny jug with cream in it between us. I had never been to a place that didn't serve creamers. "Have 'ya'll decided what 'ya want?" she asked.
"Yeah," Mason said. "I'll have the meatloaf with a salad."
"What kind of dressing would you like, Hun?"
"Ranch?" I nodded. "Ranch is good."
"All right and for you Hun?"
"The spaghetti with meat sauce, please."
"Good choice, with fries or salad."
"Fries please."
"All right then."
"Did you want anything else to drink?"
"A butterscotch shake," I answered.
"I'll have one too," Mason said.
"They're pretty big, you sure you don't wanna share and then see if you can handle another one?" she explained.
"All right," Mason replied.
We ate, and she was right the one shake was more then enough for the both of us. After we paid the bill we got back in the car and went down the road about a half an hour more, and found the an old farm house far removed from civilization. When we got closer Mason took my hand, he picked the lock to the house, and we walked in. He was right, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. I was glad to have his hand in mine. There were bodies everywhere. There were bodies of everyone from babies, to pregnant ladies, to elderly.
"The quicker we get this over with the quicker we can take the stubborn souls to the next room," Mason said, matter-of-factly.
I nodded, and the two of us just walked next to each other and both bent down to each body and grabbed souls. He was right about half of them saw their light show immediately, and the other half just kind of stood there shaking there heads looking at all the bodies.
When we were done Mason stood on the stairs. "All right, all you restless souls, how about we all go upstairs away from this, and we'll explain to you what's going on."
We and about fifty souls went up the stairs where there were three bedrooms and a sitting room. The house was ancient, and I wondered why on earth anyone would have a sitting room on a upper floor. We all crowded in, and they all sat in front of Mason looking for direction.
"All right, well first off if you haven't realized it yet, you are all dead. She and I are grim reapers, and will be sticking around until all of you have passed on."
"How will we know when we are supposed to?"
"You'll see something and you'll just know."
After Mason said that about a dozen souls moved on. Most of them talked among themselves and didn't much bother with us. Mason explained to me that it would be the next day that would have to help people. When the sun went down we decided to go to bed, there were only about twenty souls left when we went up another flight of stairs to find rooms.
For whatever reason I ended up in the same bed as Mason, we didn't do anything he just held me all night, and I needed it. Other then my first soul this had been the hardest thing I had dealt with since becoming a reaper.
"You can put this behind you in a few days Georgie," he told me before I went to sleep. "When we're done we'll call the police and they'll take the bodies away."
He just had to say that, didn't he? I had forgotten about the hundred or so bodies in the front room. It was going to be another sleepless night for this undead girl, Mason however slept like a baby.
End
End notes: up next George and Mason have to help the leftover souls crossover, including the crazy leader, after that Daisy gets huffy about George and Mason getting closer, then prolly something about George and Mason moving in together. From there we go into the future, the last few paragraphs of the last installment are written, feedback will get you more… trista aka the dustytiger
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George UST almost romance
SUMMARY: George and Mason go out of town to pop the souls of some misguided cult members.
AUTHORS NOTES: this is the fouth installment of the a day in the life series, why did I make the title so long?? If you haven't read the first three parts chances are this won't make any sense. There are no spoilers past at the latest "Sunday Mornings" though I'd say more like "My room" and I don't expect there will be as I seem to have created something that comes after "My room" and ignores the rest of what I have and will see. I whipped this one out quick so the next one will take a little longer, but I couldn't leave the cliffhanger hanging too long. Hehe each part is only one day if you haven't yet noticed
"Georgie, why do you hate me?" Mason inquired giving a sad puppy dog face from the driver's seat.
I knew that at some point the question would come, but I never thought it would be the first thing out of his mouth after I got into the car. Of course asking right off the bat would make for a long trip if I refused to answer the question. I didn't know how to answer the question, part of me wanted to tell him the truth, but most of me wanted to just resort to back to the easiest way to avoid getting hurt, lying.
"I don't hate you Mason, it's just that I don't know if I like you like that," I answered.
"How can you not know? Honestly Georgie, it's either yeah, you know what I think we can try and see what we can make of this, or no I don't think that there can ever be anything between us."
"It's not that easy." I don't think I had convinced myself of that fact.
"Sure it is! It's that easy, just tell me do you like me as more then a friend, or do you see me as your brother? I can handle either one, but I don't like us being in limbo!"
"Mason! I don't know!"
"You do know, and you don't want to tell me. What are you afraid of?"
"Nothing!" I wanted to stick my tongue out at him, or give him the finger, but that would be juvenile and wouldn't accomplish much.
"There is something that you're not telling me, and I'm going to get out of you if it kills me."
"Whatever." I wanted to leave it at that but, again the silence for a long car trip didn't seem like such a good idea. Why couldn't Mason jack a car with a stereo system of some kind? "Besides Mason have the time you go around like a horny rabbit how do I know that I'm not just some flavour of the week?"
"Well if someone would help me with certain things perhaps I'd be less horny!"
"And if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I'm trying to use a metaphor dumbass!"
"Being horny is like a tree?"
I wanted to jump out of the moving car, I would have if it would make much difference. "Mason, how do you know that being in a real relationship will help? How do you know if whoever can keep up with you?"
"I'm not an animal for fuck's sake! This is not helping, you are avoiding the question."
"So what if I am."
"I need an answer George, I thought we had shared something, and then you tell me that it was just work. I can't believe that that is your idea of work, and if it is you should quit your fucking day job and find a nice corner or strip joint. Cause I know I was feeling something even if you weren't."
"Look Mason, so what if I felt something, it's just not going to work so just leave it be all right?"
I looked down at my hands, and my throat began to hurt. I was NOT going to cry in front of Mason. I couldn't cry in front of him. I tried to tell myself a joke to make me laugh, but it didn't work, my throat just got more sore. Finally I gave in and started to cry, trying to be quiet. I looked out the window in hopes that he hadn't noticed.
"Georgie are you crying?" Mason asked gently putting his hand on my shoulder.
"No," I whispered with a sniffle.
"You are crying! What are you crying about?"
"Nothing! Leave me alone!"
"We may not be lovers, but I hope that we are at least friends, and friends talk to friends."
"I don't wanna to talk about it."
He handed me a Kleenex. "Well when you feel like talking I can actually be a good listener."
I took the Kleenex, and for a good half an hour we both just sat in the car silently. I was thinking about weather or not tell him, and what I should tell him. For reasons I don't think I could ever explain I was drawn to him, and a very big part of me wanted to be more then friends with him, but none of me wanted to loose him. I just cared for him so much I wanted him to be around for a large part of my afterlife. Then before I really realized it I was telling him how I felt.
"Mason it's not that I don't want to be with you or anything," try as I may I couldn't shut myself up. "It's just that so far in my life everything that I've ever cared about was taken away from me. It started with pets dying. Then I lost my dad and my mom thru my own stubbornness, thinking that they had replaced me when my sister was born. I went thru my life trying not care about things cause I knew that they would be taken away from me. Then one day I get smacked in the head with a toilet seat, and you'd think that that would be the end of the torment, but no. I find out that I'm a grim reaper doomed to be undead for who the fuck knows how long! Why am I telling you all this?"
"Cause I'm a good listener, keep going." His voice was quiet, and so relaxing.
"Then I think maybe now that I'm undead things will change, but whatever control life and death likes to fuck with me! I made my first real friend and BAM she goes and jumps off a cliff and I don't know what the hell happened to her. I start to feel something for a guy, stupid considering I knew he was going to die, and well surprise, surprise he dies! I can't loose you too, all right Mason?! Are you fucking happy now I fucking told you how I feel!"
He pulled over, I was half expecting him to say, 'you, me backseat now!' But instead he simply leaned over and hugged me.
"Look, Georgie, from what I can tell you have to be a reaper for a fucking long time before your quota is up. And since we are undead we can't really kill ourselves to get out of our duties. So I think that you may be stuck with me for a very long time."
"Betty's quota wasn't up, and she's gone."
Mason shook his head. "Betty had more balls then me. I could never do that, especially if piggybacking meant never being able to see you again."
"Mason, I just know that if anything happened I'd lose you."
"So you'd rather not take a risk and regret it for however long, then take the risk and live it for the same undetermined time?"
I shrugged. "I really don't know anymore. You know how I feel, can we just leave it at that for a little while?"
"I guess so."
He let me go, and continued driving. I actually felt a loss when he let go of me, and I wanted him to be hugging me again, but I knew we had work to get to. I wondered why the hell we had to drive to the middle of butt fuck nowhere and collect a whole bunch of souls. Sometimes I swear reapers have intuition.
"I guess in Rube's haste yesterday he didn't give you any warning of what you were getting into," Mason said.
"Rube never warns me about anything," I told him.
"Well I think this is a situation you should be warned about, and to hell with Rube and his craziness!"
I had a feeling that whatever awaited us in butt-fuck nowhere was something I probably would not want to see. It was probably something I had read before in the paper, and never gave it a second thought. I was kind of glad that Mason had decided to give me warning, although I was pretty sure that all the warning in the world would not prepare me for what I might see when I go to wherever it was we were going.
"With the amount of souls that we have my guess would be an explosion or a cult. But since explosions don't tend to kill in mass on a farm in the middle of ass fucking nowhere I would say it's a safe bet that we are dealing with a cult who all commit suicide."
"Peachy," I mumbled. "Just peachy."
"Well really it's the better of the situations cause if you get an explosion and there's no time to grab the souls it can be hard to find pieces big enough to get souls out of."
Lovely visual, little chunks of human laying between debris. "Ah!"
"With a cult the thing that is the worst is that all the poor bastards look like they're sleeping. Most of them take odd concoctions that makes you fall asleep and then you just don't wake up."
I couldn't really think of much to say. "Ah!" I said. Maybe I could have said 'I see.'
"The nice thing about cults who practice in the middle of nowhere is that it usually takes a few days for the cops to find out about them, so usually we can go in grab the souls and not have to worry about cops. They tend not to like people pocking around while they are investigating crime scenes."
"I'd imagine having a couple people around touch all their bodies may start to piss them off."
"The other nice thing about cults is like half the souls believe so much in what it was they thought that they will see exactly what the crazy leader saw, and just go to it."
"And the shitty part?"
"Well the crazy leader is usually an ass and half to deal with. You'd think that he'd believe like all his followers in his own hype, but no half of them think that they are Jesus and that they should be able to rise again. No one was around in the time of Jesus but from what I know what he did was totally against the rules. If we could do that then no one would really die, well except for those people who's bodies are blown to bits." I nodded. "Well that makes sense."
"I'm sorry Georgie I always forget what happened to you."
"I think you're the only one."
He laughed. "Hey being toilet seat girl is better then being 'that idiot that drilled a whole in the back of his head.'"
I smiled. "I guess so."
"I admit now that it was a pretty stupid move, but when you're that baked anything seems like a good idea to keep you that way. If only I had known that I would become undead and never be able to experience any sort of high to its maximum anymore."
"So you mean with all that shit you do you don't get that stoned?"
"I know how I should be acting on most drugs, so I act like that, but for the most part I'm not half as stoned as I make myself out to be."
"So why don't you stop?"
He shrugged. "Well I guess its just that I just got used to it, and it would be strange to stop now. If I really had the right incentive I would probably stop."
"Well I guess that that's a good thing."
"So how did you manage to weasel out of work?"
"Told Delores that I had to go to a funeral."
"I could never think of good excuses to get out of work."
I shrugged. "I could never steal from the dead."
"It's a victimless crime, really, they're dead, they're not going to be using it. Stupid morals."
I laughed. "You have a warped mind."
He grinned at me. "I know, and that's what you like about me."
"I can't deal with this, I need a nap."
I feel asleep a few minutes later, I hadn't been sleeping well since the whole situation had started, and now that it had been somewhat resolved I realized how sleep deprived I was. I woke up to Mason's fingers gently stroking my face. I also noticed that my head was on his shoulder. I grumbled, and opened my eyes.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Almost there, I thought we'd get some food," he answered.
"I see."
"You know you're the first person to fall asleep on my shoulder who didn't drool all over me."
"Good to know."
We got out of the car and went into a diner. We were the type of town that you thought people made up for movies. There was even red and white checkered table clothes on all the tables. There was a sign that said "please seat yourself." Within moments an older waitress, a little on the plump side with gray hair was in front of us.
"What can I get 'ya'll to drink?" she asked.
"Coffee," we both muttered at the same time. After she took a few steps away from us I heard her say. "Rhonda you gotta hear these little love birds talkin'!"
"Great we're a side show attraction," I muttered.
Mason laughed. "You get used to people saying, please talk, you have the greatest accent when you immigrate."
I smiled at him, and looked at the menu. I couldn't believe it the place actually made homemade meals! They had a lot of great sounding choices too. Spaghetti with meatballs, lasagna, meatloaf (who goes and eats meatloaf?) and most of stuff was served with "fresh cut fries" or "salad like mom made it."
"Does all this stuff sound great Georgie?" Mason asked me.
"It does, but I can't deiced between the fries and the salad!"
"Well you get fries, and I'll get salad and we'll share!"
"Sounds good to me."
Our waitress came back, and set down our coffees. She also placed a tiny jug with cream in it between us. I had never been to a place that didn't serve creamers. "Have 'ya'll decided what 'ya want?" she asked.
"Yeah," Mason said. "I'll have the meatloaf with a salad."
"What kind of dressing would you like, Hun?"
"Ranch?" I nodded. "Ranch is good."
"All right and for you Hun?"
"The spaghetti with meat sauce, please."
"Good choice, with fries or salad."
"Fries please."
"All right then."
"Did you want anything else to drink?"
"A butterscotch shake," I answered.
"I'll have one too," Mason said.
"They're pretty big, you sure you don't wanna share and then see if you can handle another one?" she explained.
"All right," Mason replied.
We ate, and she was right the one shake was more then enough for the both of us. After we paid the bill we got back in the car and went down the road about a half an hour more, and found the an old farm house far removed from civilization. When we got closer Mason took my hand, he picked the lock to the house, and we walked in. He was right, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. I was glad to have his hand in mine. There were bodies everywhere. There were bodies of everyone from babies, to pregnant ladies, to elderly.
"The quicker we get this over with the quicker we can take the stubborn souls to the next room," Mason said, matter-of-factly.
I nodded, and the two of us just walked next to each other and both bent down to each body and grabbed souls. He was right about half of them saw their light show immediately, and the other half just kind of stood there shaking there heads looking at all the bodies.
When we were done Mason stood on the stairs. "All right, all you restless souls, how about we all go upstairs away from this, and we'll explain to you what's going on."
We and about fifty souls went up the stairs where there were three bedrooms and a sitting room. The house was ancient, and I wondered why on earth anyone would have a sitting room on a upper floor. We all crowded in, and they all sat in front of Mason looking for direction.
"All right, well first off if you haven't realized it yet, you are all dead. She and I are grim reapers, and will be sticking around until all of you have passed on."
"How will we know when we are supposed to?"
"You'll see something and you'll just know."
After Mason said that about a dozen souls moved on. Most of them talked among themselves and didn't much bother with us. Mason explained to me that it would be the next day that would have to help people. When the sun went down we decided to go to bed, there were only about twenty souls left when we went up another flight of stairs to find rooms.
For whatever reason I ended up in the same bed as Mason, we didn't do anything he just held me all night, and I needed it. Other then my first soul this had been the hardest thing I had dealt with since becoming a reaper.
"You can put this behind you in a few days Georgie," he told me before I went to sleep. "When we're done we'll call the police and they'll take the bodies away."
He just had to say that, didn't he? I had forgotten about the hundred or so bodies in the front room. It was going to be another sleepless night for this undead girl, Mason however slept like a baby.
End
End notes: up next George and Mason have to help the leftover souls crossover, including the crazy leader, after that Daisy gets huffy about George and Mason getting closer, then prolly something about George and Mason moving in together. From there we go into the future, the last few paragraphs of the last installment are written, feedback will get you more… trista aka the dustytiger