TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part5of30)
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 romance
SUMMARY: Day two of Mason and George's trip, they need to help the remaining souls to move on, including the cult leader.
SPOILERS: nothing past "Sunday mornings" to be safe, but more like "My room"
AUTHORS NOTES: numero cinq est fini! This fic won't make any sence if you haven't read the first three (starting with "my first attempt at a dlm fic" the rest are named along the lines of "a day in the life.. (Part…) It's a little on the short side, but the next one will be more fun I promise! The day had to be written. Moonie's really bugging to get these stories finished out, but thanks for the praise, at least I know someone appreciates what I'm writing =8-D everyone else tell me what 'ya think… I swear its not overly romantic, I promise I'll be good and keep it DLM style hehe…
When I woke up I momentarily forgot where I was, I was also wondering what was on my breast. Once the morning fog lifted I remember that I was in a house with a hundred dead bodies two floors beneath me; and the thing of my breast was probably Mason's hand. I went to move and he grumbled at me.
"Don't go anywhere," he mumbled.
"Mason we have shit to do today," I told him, sitting up.
"I'm sure that we could think of better things to do this morning." "I'm sure we could but locked doors don't keep wayward souls out." I reminded him.
"Damn."
"I thought you said you weren't a breast man?"
"Huh?"
"That's where your hands found there way last night."
"Well, Georgie yours are different I guess, I like them, and so do my hands." He went to grab them but I got up, leaving him face down in the mattress. "Oh! You tease!"
I gave him the finger and proceeded to find the washroom. I was still really worried that something would happen to fuck up whatever was going on between Mason and me. I was still expecting us to get back with Rube waiting for us, angry and ready to give a lecture about why reapers can't see each other, or whatever. There may not be electricity in this strange house, but there were proper toilets, and running water, even if it was cold.
Did all of the cult people live here, or did they just come here for meetings and stuff? I was thinking a lot about the whole cult thing. The mind frame someone would have to be in to join a cult, and what would possess a person to believe that the guy preaching up front was doing such a good job you would be willing to take your life. Although judging by yesterday a lot of the people believed it with all their hearts, since they all saw the same thing before they died. I had finally started to realize that death was, or at least appeared to be whatever you wanted it to be. Who knew after you stepped into that light what you had seen could very well simply disappear and become something more heinous, but there are a lot of things that I'll never know.
Thinking about that made me think of Betty. I realized that maybe the reason that piggybacking wasn't an epidemic was that if you believed that what you saw in front of you was paradise, you would have to be absolutely sure that someone else's paradise, was or was damn close to your own. Else what would be the point? You live all your live in the mould of a world that someone else had made, you would at least want control of your afterlife.
I brushed my teeth, and washed my hands and face, still thinking about Betty, and what I had seen the day before. I was pretty sure that today I would see some even stranger things. Mason had been right the crazy leader didn't move on right away, and didn't seem to be making any attempt to move on, and I doubted I'd go downstairs to find the souls we had left last night had all gone on on their own accord. I sighed, then the pounding on the door began.
"Hurry up in there Georgie! I need fucking piss!" Mason screamed.
"The door's unlocked!" I yelled back.
He walked in and took a leak. "Thanks, now if you would get on with whatever it is you women do in the morning we have about ten restless souls downstairs."
"I'm almost done, chill for a minute fuck!"
A few minutes later we walked downstairs to see who was left for us. The leader of the cult was in a corner, not talking barely moving, he probably didn't want to face the few souls that realized that what he had said was bullshit. Almost immediately a disgruntled woman came up to Mason.
"Why haven't I moved on yet?" she demanded.
"I don't know, sometimes it takes a while, or you just may not be ready," he explained.
"Well do something about it for fuck's sake."
"I just take souls, and try and help them when I can, I can't make your lightshow appear."
"Well why on earth not?"
He began to fumble, but I knew that I wouldn't have anything of use to add. I saw out of the corner of my eye a little girl, who was crying, she was no more then five. I walked over to her, and sat down next to her.
"Hi," I said, "I'm George, what's your name."
"Maddie," she whispered.
"Maddie, that's a pretty name, what are you crying about?"
"My mommy and daddy left without me. They saw something I couldn't and then they walked to and they went away. I don't know where they went."
"You don't? I thought a smart girl like you would know where people went after they're done living." "Mr. Giles said that we went to paradise, but I don't know what that is."
"Paradise is the best thing you can ever imagine! Some people call it heaven, and I bet that your mommy and daddy are waiting for you right now! Now you just think of the best thing in the world and when you see it go to it."
Moments later a giant candy store appeared in front of Maddie, she walked into it, and then it disappeared. It was upsetting to see a little kid in a cult. She had no idea what she was doing, at least the adults chose to join it, but why involve kids that know no better, especially when they left her behind when they moved on. Poor kid, I hoped that whatever lay in front of her involved her parents or someone loving her. Mason was still arguing with the woman from before. I looked around trying to find someone else who needed some help. Just then a guy about my age walked up to me.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi, what the hell is going on?" he asked, confused.
"Well, there's no way to sugar coating this. Your dead."
"How?"
"Well whatever it was that your cult leader over there gave you, it killed you."
"Just great! I joined this stupid thing cause my girlfriend wanted to, and now I died a virgin. This sucks!"
"It could be worse."
"How, my girlfriend's gone and I'm a virgin."
"Well you could be an undead grim reaper."
"At least if I was undead I could get laid."
I rolled my eyes. "You never know what lies ahead."
Just then before him a group of Playboy bunnies appeared, and he walked toward them and disappeared. He must have been really heartbroken about his girlfriend. Just then Mason walked up behind me.
"Damn why do you get all the fun ones? She just saw a church or some shit." He said after whistling at the bunnies. I smacked him. "You can't get mad a guy for looking, Georgie."
"No, I'm not mad at you for looking, I'm mad at you for whistling."
He kissed me on the cheek. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
"Well we better get back to this, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get home."
I nodded.
We split up and helped the remaining souls. Most of them just needed clarification as to what happened, and what they were supposed to do, and then they moved on. Some of them, even after all that time, and their fearless leader cowering in the corner still saw the paradise he had taught them, and went there. We both walked up to our friend the crazy leader to confront him, and to help him to go on.
"Are you God?" he asked Mason.
"No, do I look like god to you?" he asked.
"Are you God?" he asked me.
"Uh, no, we're grim reapers," I snapped.
"Oh, I thought God was supposed to come and take us to our final resting place."
"We're the step before god, when you see a lightshow that's when you get to see god," Mason explained.
"I'm not sure that I want to see god."
"Did you do something wrong?"
"Well you saw the bodies down there."
"If you really think you're doing god's work then you wont' have a problem now will you?"
"I guess not, and I am doing God's work, I saw him he told me."
Just then a white light appeared and the guy walked right into it. I looked at Mason quizzically.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked.
"Who knew this bloke actually believed his own hype, all religious people see something like that, or gates," Mason informed me.
I nodded. "Good to know. Now can we get out of here, this place is giving me the creeps."
"You wait in the car, I have some stuff to do around here," Mason explained.
I forgot who I was with, of course he would have to rifle through all their pockets. I went outside, and instead of getting in the car, I just looked at the sky. I hadn't done that since I was kid, and where we were, everything was clear, there was nothing to get in the way. When you're in the city when you're in a park looking at the sky you can still see the buildings out of the corner of your eye.
Here there was nothing to catch your eye, expect the clear blue skies, interrupted by fluffy white clouds. Its really a nice world we live in, it's a shame that most people never really appreciate it. I never did before I died, and now that I'm undead noticing the small things sometimes helps me to feel better about what I do. A little while later to arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt two lips on my neck.
"How about we go back to that little diner Georgie?" asked Mason.
"Only if you're paying," I told him.
"Religious types never trust banks, I love it."
So we drove away from town, and stopped at the diner from the day before. The same waitress greeted us. We again ordered a shake to share, and shared the salad and fries that came with our meals. She kept smiling at us, and I heard her telling all her co-workers how cute we were. Before we left the town for good, Mason called the local police, and told them that we had run out of gas and went to the farmhouse and smelled something funny, that they may want to check it out to make sure that nothing was out of the ordinary. They didn't even ask for our names, and we were on our way.
Sadly the clears skies from before did not stayed that way, and part of the way home there was a thunder and lightening storm. Mason seemed pretty stressed driving, and I was glad when we got to my apartment.
"If Daisy's not home you can crash here for the night," I offered.
"Thanks," he said, putting his hand on my back as we went to my apartment.
When I opened the door to my surprise Daisy was not there. Mason climbed right into bed, and after changing I curled up next to him. He put his arm around me, and within moments I was asleep.
End
End notes: next up Daisy acts like a small child when she realizes that she can't have Mason, Rube has a heart to heart with Mason and George, and we get back to some Millie Reggie bonding! Feedback always welcome it helps me to feel like I'm not writing for the sake of writing…. (after the next fic I think we're gonna start jumping ahead in the future) 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 romance
SUMMARY: Day two of Mason and George's trip, they need to help the remaining souls to move on, including the cult leader.
SPOILERS: nothing past "Sunday mornings" to be safe, but more like "My room"
AUTHORS NOTES: numero cinq est fini! This fic won't make any sence if you haven't read the first three (starting with "my first attempt at a dlm fic" the rest are named along the lines of "a day in the life.. (Part…) It's a little on the short side, but the next one will be more fun I promise! The day had to be written. Moonie's really bugging to get these stories finished out, but thanks for the praise, at least I know someone appreciates what I'm writing =8-D everyone else tell me what 'ya think… I swear its not overly romantic, I promise I'll be good and keep it DLM style hehe…
When I woke up I momentarily forgot where I was, I was also wondering what was on my breast. Once the morning fog lifted I remember that I was in a house with a hundred dead bodies two floors beneath me; and the thing of my breast was probably Mason's hand. I went to move and he grumbled at me.
"Don't go anywhere," he mumbled.
"Mason we have shit to do today," I told him, sitting up.
"I'm sure that we could think of better things to do this morning." "I'm sure we could but locked doors don't keep wayward souls out." I reminded him.
"Damn."
"I thought you said you weren't a breast man?"
"Huh?"
"That's where your hands found there way last night."
"Well, Georgie yours are different I guess, I like them, and so do my hands." He went to grab them but I got up, leaving him face down in the mattress. "Oh! You tease!"
I gave him the finger and proceeded to find the washroom. I was still really worried that something would happen to fuck up whatever was going on between Mason and me. I was still expecting us to get back with Rube waiting for us, angry and ready to give a lecture about why reapers can't see each other, or whatever. There may not be electricity in this strange house, but there were proper toilets, and running water, even if it was cold.
Did all of the cult people live here, or did they just come here for meetings and stuff? I was thinking a lot about the whole cult thing. The mind frame someone would have to be in to join a cult, and what would possess a person to believe that the guy preaching up front was doing such a good job you would be willing to take your life. Although judging by yesterday a lot of the people believed it with all their hearts, since they all saw the same thing before they died. I had finally started to realize that death was, or at least appeared to be whatever you wanted it to be. Who knew after you stepped into that light what you had seen could very well simply disappear and become something more heinous, but there are a lot of things that I'll never know.
Thinking about that made me think of Betty. I realized that maybe the reason that piggybacking wasn't an epidemic was that if you believed that what you saw in front of you was paradise, you would have to be absolutely sure that someone else's paradise, was or was damn close to your own. Else what would be the point? You live all your live in the mould of a world that someone else had made, you would at least want control of your afterlife.
I brushed my teeth, and washed my hands and face, still thinking about Betty, and what I had seen the day before. I was pretty sure that today I would see some even stranger things. Mason had been right the crazy leader didn't move on right away, and didn't seem to be making any attempt to move on, and I doubted I'd go downstairs to find the souls we had left last night had all gone on on their own accord. I sighed, then the pounding on the door began.
"Hurry up in there Georgie! I need fucking piss!" Mason screamed.
"The door's unlocked!" I yelled back.
He walked in and took a leak. "Thanks, now if you would get on with whatever it is you women do in the morning we have about ten restless souls downstairs."
"I'm almost done, chill for a minute fuck!"
A few minutes later we walked downstairs to see who was left for us. The leader of the cult was in a corner, not talking barely moving, he probably didn't want to face the few souls that realized that what he had said was bullshit. Almost immediately a disgruntled woman came up to Mason.
"Why haven't I moved on yet?" she demanded.
"I don't know, sometimes it takes a while, or you just may not be ready," he explained.
"Well do something about it for fuck's sake."
"I just take souls, and try and help them when I can, I can't make your lightshow appear."
"Well why on earth not?"
He began to fumble, but I knew that I wouldn't have anything of use to add. I saw out of the corner of my eye a little girl, who was crying, she was no more then five. I walked over to her, and sat down next to her.
"Hi," I said, "I'm George, what's your name."
"Maddie," she whispered.
"Maddie, that's a pretty name, what are you crying about?"
"My mommy and daddy left without me. They saw something I couldn't and then they walked to and they went away. I don't know where they went."
"You don't? I thought a smart girl like you would know where people went after they're done living." "Mr. Giles said that we went to paradise, but I don't know what that is."
"Paradise is the best thing you can ever imagine! Some people call it heaven, and I bet that your mommy and daddy are waiting for you right now! Now you just think of the best thing in the world and when you see it go to it."
Moments later a giant candy store appeared in front of Maddie, she walked into it, and then it disappeared. It was upsetting to see a little kid in a cult. She had no idea what she was doing, at least the adults chose to join it, but why involve kids that know no better, especially when they left her behind when they moved on. Poor kid, I hoped that whatever lay in front of her involved her parents or someone loving her. Mason was still arguing with the woman from before. I looked around trying to find someone else who needed some help. Just then a guy about my age walked up to me.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi, what the hell is going on?" he asked, confused.
"Well, there's no way to sugar coating this. Your dead."
"How?"
"Well whatever it was that your cult leader over there gave you, it killed you."
"Just great! I joined this stupid thing cause my girlfriend wanted to, and now I died a virgin. This sucks!"
"It could be worse."
"How, my girlfriend's gone and I'm a virgin."
"Well you could be an undead grim reaper."
"At least if I was undead I could get laid."
I rolled my eyes. "You never know what lies ahead."
Just then before him a group of Playboy bunnies appeared, and he walked toward them and disappeared. He must have been really heartbroken about his girlfriend. Just then Mason walked up behind me.
"Damn why do you get all the fun ones? She just saw a church or some shit." He said after whistling at the bunnies. I smacked him. "You can't get mad a guy for looking, Georgie."
"No, I'm not mad at you for looking, I'm mad at you for whistling."
He kissed me on the cheek. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
"Well we better get back to this, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get home."
I nodded.
We split up and helped the remaining souls. Most of them just needed clarification as to what happened, and what they were supposed to do, and then they moved on. Some of them, even after all that time, and their fearless leader cowering in the corner still saw the paradise he had taught them, and went there. We both walked up to our friend the crazy leader to confront him, and to help him to go on.
"Are you God?" he asked Mason.
"No, do I look like god to you?" he asked.
"Are you God?" he asked me.
"Uh, no, we're grim reapers," I snapped.
"Oh, I thought God was supposed to come and take us to our final resting place."
"We're the step before god, when you see a lightshow that's when you get to see god," Mason explained.
"I'm not sure that I want to see god."
"Did you do something wrong?"
"Well you saw the bodies down there."
"If you really think you're doing god's work then you wont' have a problem now will you?"
"I guess not, and I am doing God's work, I saw him he told me."
Just then a white light appeared and the guy walked right into it. I looked at Mason quizzically.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked.
"Who knew this bloke actually believed his own hype, all religious people see something like that, or gates," Mason informed me.
I nodded. "Good to know. Now can we get out of here, this place is giving me the creeps."
"You wait in the car, I have some stuff to do around here," Mason explained.
I forgot who I was with, of course he would have to rifle through all their pockets. I went outside, and instead of getting in the car, I just looked at the sky. I hadn't done that since I was kid, and where we were, everything was clear, there was nothing to get in the way. When you're in the city when you're in a park looking at the sky you can still see the buildings out of the corner of your eye.
Here there was nothing to catch your eye, expect the clear blue skies, interrupted by fluffy white clouds. Its really a nice world we live in, it's a shame that most people never really appreciate it. I never did before I died, and now that I'm undead noticing the small things sometimes helps me to feel better about what I do. A little while later to arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt two lips on my neck.
"How about we go back to that little diner Georgie?" asked Mason.
"Only if you're paying," I told him.
"Religious types never trust banks, I love it."
So we drove away from town, and stopped at the diner from the day before. The same waitress greeted us. We again ordered a shake to share, and shared the salad and fries that came with our meals. She kept smiling at us, and I heard her telling all her co-workers how cute we were. Before we left the town for good, Mason called the local police, and told them that we had run out of gas and went to the farmhouse and smelled something funny, that they may want to check it out to make sure that nothing was out of the ordinary. They didn't even ask for our names, and we were on our way.
Sadly the clears skies from before did not stayed that way, and part of the way home there was a thunder and lightening storm. Mason seemed pretty stressed driving, and I was glad when we got to my apartment.
"If Daisy's not home you can crash here for the night," I offered.
"Thanks," he said, putting his hand on my back as we went to my apartment.
When I opened the door to my surprise Daisy was not there. Mason climbed right into bed, and after changing I curled up next to him. He put his arm around me, and within moments I was asleep.
End
End notes: next up Daisy acts like a small child when she realizes that she can't have Mason, Rube has a heart to heart with Mason and George, and we get back to some Millie Reggie bonding! Feedback always welcome it helps me to feel like I'm not writing for the sake of writing…. (after the next fic I think we're gonna start jumping ahead in the future) trista aka the dustytiger