George was walking around downtown when she read her post it again. William Thomas: Estimated time of death 11:45 a.m., The Restin Homeless Shelter. A homeless guy? That was her reap? She thought as she made her way to the address. George was happy that she would have the rest of the day to herself though. She entered the homeless shelter expecting to be overcome with a horrible smell instead it smelled very fresh and flowery. The rooms were laid out almost like an apartment building with the tenets coming and going as they pleased. As she approached the front desk she was greeted by a woman who was way too cheery.
"May I help you?" The woman asked with a great big smile on her face.
"Yeah, I'm looking for William Thomas."
"Name?"
"Umm Millie."
"Are you a family member?"
"Oh yeah I'm his cousin, a very distant one."
"Alrighty, well Mr. Thomas is having a sponge bath now but he will be done in just a few minutes. By the way I just love you hair; I love the color of it. It's just great." The receptionist said with an extremely energetic attitude.
"Thank you." George said.
But she was really thinking: Wow you're a crazy psycho with a Vicodin lodged up your ass.
George set down next to a rather tall African American woman.
"Hi, don't worry about the receptionist. I come in here all the time and she's always taking pills to make herself feel better."
"Thanks and here I thought she was just crazy." George said for a laugh.
"Well, that too." The woman said with a giggle.
"Millie he is all done with his bath and can see you now."
George entered the room and saw a middle aged man lying on a bed.
"Who the hell are you?" William asked.
"I'm a very distant cousin of yours."
"What do you want?"
"Just to talk."
The truth was I didn't want to talk. From the minute I met this man I didn't like him. There was something about him that was familiar. Sort of like a distant memory, a bad one though.
Then she realized who the man was.
The priest at her old church: the one that I had to sit through an hour of boringness listening too.
Her anger slowly faded when she looked into his eyes and saw the pain within.
"You use to be a Priest."
"I use to not anymore though."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Listen I don't know who you are. I'm sure as hell not buying this distant cousin crap. So why don't you just get the hell out."
"You know for an ex-priest you sure cuss a lot."
"GET OUT!"
George began to walk out when she noticed a photo on the floor. It was the picture of a little boy around nine or ten. She picked it up and walked over to Mr. Thomas.
"I think you dropped this." George said.
As she handed him the photo she stroked his hand gently and took his soul. George walked out and sat down waiting for him to die. The ex-priest got up from his bed and went to close to door. He noticed another man standing on a ladder hanging a cross on the wall.
"Don't put it up there!" He shouted.
"Hey just calm down I've got permission." The man countered.
"Take it down now!"
Just then George noticed a Gravling crawling towards the ladder. It began to shake it violently. The man lost his footing and fell backwards with the cross flying from his hands. The cross landed firmly in the head of Mr. Thomas. The receptionist saw the accident which prompted her to open a bottle of pills. She took two of them quickly.
"What happened? Is that me?" Mr. Thomas asked standing over his dead body.
"You're dead. Now it's time for you to go." George said as a blue pocket of light opened inside the homeless shelter.
Upon seeing this Mr. Thomas was in shock.
"No, No, I can't." He said as he ran out of the building.
"Shit." George yelled.
Daisy and Mason arrived at the address on their post it. The building was an old abandoned warehouse. Mason knocked on the door hoping to get the reap over with quickly. A little window on the door slid opened and both reapers could see two eyes staring at them.
"What's the password?" He said.
Daisy looked down at the name on the post it.
"The password is Argon." She said.
The window slid closed.
"The password is Argon? Yeah I'm sure it's that fucking easy." Mason said.
The door opened.
"Come in fellow travelers, here are you robes."
Daisy and Mason were handed white robes. They entered the warehouse further and saw a group of people in the same robes bowing down to one robed man.
"It's a fucking cult." Mason said as he realized the situation.