Hello everyone! Sorry for not updating last week. Thank you OneHellOvaWriter for reviewing again and thank you blackstar778 too! You guys are awesome *hands bone cookies/biscuits* sorry Undertaker couldn't bake them. The oven confused him, and he almost set himself on fire. This chapter is short. I already have the next one written so I may post it tomorrow. I'm not sure if this is how they reap souls…William may seem a bit ooc, deal with it. ONTO THE STORY!
William and I walked out of the building. He looked at me and said, "51 Lansing St. Only three blocks away, follow me." Being used to his bossiness I didn't say anything…yet. He climbed up the fire escape on the side of the building. I climbed up after him until we were both standing on the roof.
Without warning he took off and jumped to the next rooftop. I walked to the edge and looked down feeling a bit woozy. We were up high, very high. I started to taste the apple I had for lunch in the back of my throat.
"Close your eyes and walk back about ten steps," he ordered, and I obeyed. "When I tell you to I want you to run and then jump. Don't worry, I'll catch you. And…go!"
I took off running my feet slapping the concrete. I squeezed my eyes shut forcefully. My toes touched the edge, but I didn't stop. I pushed off with one foot and jumped. I felt weightless, soaring through the air, time momentarily suspended.
Then I hit the next roof, hard. I rolled slapping my palms out, skinning my hands and elbows. Shakily, I stood pointing an accusing finger at William, "Y-you said you'd catch me, you liar."
"Well, you made it, didn't you," he said almost smiling. I picked the immature thing to do and stuck my tongue out at him, but followed him to the next building. Thankfully, I landed with a little more grace.
After a few more buildings I was able to land in a crouch, and then I started to get ahead of him. I was two buildings away when I saw him stop. I paused mid-run to look back and see him standing there impatiently. He gestured for me to go back.
When I was within hearing distance he told me, "This is the house." We both walked down the fire escape and into a conveniently propped open window.
The room was small and cramped. It was dark and the air was kind of stuffy, despite the fact that the window was open. There was a bed on the opposite wall. A person was curled up under the blankets. The shape rhythmically rose and fell. They would die in their sleep.
William handed me my scythe. I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants then readjusted my grip on the cool wood of my weapon. I steadied myself with a deep breath.
Quickly, I slashed my blade towards the human. There was a splash of red and their sheets coated in blood. A white film reel began pouring out of their body.
"This is the cinematic records," William informed me, "from these you decide if the mortal shall live or die."
"Isn't that like playing God?" I asked
William shook his head, "Alecto, you are a god now."
"Goddess, actually," I corrected. I then turned my attention to the movie-like sequence of memories playing.
There was a small boy playing in a garden, laughing, surrounded by other children. Then he grew up and became a mechanic. He married a nurse and had children. Then his children had children and he was old.
How completely boring! That was such a dull life, good thing that won't happen to me. I easily cut the film and his life ended. My scythe absorbed a shiny, translucent, blob-looking thing.
"That is your first soul," William told me as I stared at the lifeless form. "Later, Undertaker will come and collect his body. No one will ever know we were here."
With that we walked back to the office in silence.
Me: Okay, you know what to do… tell them Willy
William: No, and I do not like being called Willy *fixes glasses*
Me: *holds up knife menacingly* Do it, now
William: That can't harm me
Me: What if I took it from Grell?
William: Oh god, fine *grumbles* review…