Hey guys, according to the site, changing my pen name will lead to an extreme confusion and based on the dramatic tone of their warning, the apocalypse. So, yes, this is Kitten the Zombie, I just hate that pen name with the burning passion of a thousand suns. So now its this. Just to clarify.

Logan had commanded the boys to sit in a circle for his shining moment. Logan could finally tell someone his story, and his father's story. The anticipation made him tingle with excitement and nerves; this story would lay down the roots for a connection, a connection that he's never had with anyone.

"Let me start off with my father's story…" Logan began.

Mark Mitchell was not always the man that was destined for Hell. He didn't even mean to be the man destined for Hell. Things just turned out that way and they turned out that way because Mark Mitchell broke the rules. If anything, Mark Mitchell was a man who was supposed to be destined for a straight ticket to Heaven, but the Council made sure that didn't happen after what he had done.

It was one black envelope that changed Mark Mitchell's course to the afterlife; one, simple misguided decision. His mistake began when he didn't look over the rules properly, he didn't know the dyer consequences of his mistake.

Mark was at the young age of twenty-four, yet was in bed at eight o clock at night to catch up on his sleep. He was just beginning to get used to being Death, his father had recently passed the duty onto him a few years back. I would never curse my son with this horrible task, they'll have to pry this job from my cold, dead hands to give it to any child of mine. Mark had always resented his father for passing the job onto him early. Now his father got to sleep, while Mark was constantly up all night.

It was on a Thursday when Mark heard the annoying sound of a burst of flames erupt from the end of his bed. He sat up, tired, not ready to part from his bed. "I hate this job."

Mark got up to get his gear from his secret chest in his closet. He couldn't risk any of his friends finding it and thinking he was weird. The whole idea creeped him out enough, imagine what his friends would say. He put on his cloak and gripped his scythe and snapped his fingers and he was gone.

He landed in the middle of a road somewhere. A car crash, how gruesome. He hated the gory deaths, they were so hard to look at. He turned to his left and saw a crashed red pickup truck into a telephone pole. I bet his guy was drunk, he thought sarcastically.

He approached the car like he'd done many times before, but he knew what he was expecting; driver face down on the wheel, probably with some head injury. He sighed and opened the driver's side door. That's when he gasped. Sitting in front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. For a long moment, he stared at the her long, curled chestnut hair and her perfect and pale complexion in total shock. A woman this beautiful couldn't possibly deserve to die.

"I need to undo it." he whispered to himself. And with those words, the spirit began parting with body.

"No! No!" Mark screamed, wishing that she were alive.

"Who are you?" the girl asked. She had the softest voice Mark had ever heard, and that made his heart ache.

"I'm… I'm.. I'm an angel. And I'm here to help you."

The girl stepped out of the vehicle weakly, giving Mark a quick up and down. "You don't look like an angel. If anything, you look like Death."

Mark winced at her comment. "It doesn't matter. I just need you to listen to me if you want to live again."

A look of panic flooded the girl's face. "I'm.. dead?"

"Yes. Now. But not for long. I'm going to break all of the rules by helping you with this…" he sighed. "What I need you to do is close your eyes and focus really hard on rejoining with your body, okay? Then, I'm going to touch your forehead and then you should be rejoined. Got it?"

She's even beautiful when she's scared. "Got it."

The girl did what Mark told her to do; she closed her eyes and began to concentrate. Mark snapped his fingers and flame soon sprouted out of his hand. He was about to touch her forehead when her eyes shot open. "Wait! Who are you?" she asked.

Mark didn't know how to reply. "I'm De-" he paused. "My name is Mark Mitchell. And even though I'm not exactly normal as you see me, I'm still entirely human and I hope to see you again one day…"

She nodded and then closed her eyes again. Mark waited a few minutes and the touched her forehead, joining her back with her body. Mark didn't expect to see her again, but he couldn't possibly lead her to her afterlife, he thought she deserved to live longer.

That Saturday, Mark was catching up on his sleep. He was now growing typical to sleeping late on weekends. It was almost noon when he heard a knock on his door. He was incredibly opposed to waking up, he really wanted to just pretend he wasn't home, but there was something in the back of his mind telling him that he had to answer the door.

Mark pulled himself out of bed and brought himself to the door. His eyes were droopy and he looked terrible, but in his moment of exhaustion, he could care less. He didn't care until he answered the door. Standing in front of him was the girl he saved a few nights back. The beautiful girl he prayed to see again.

"Hello. You're Mark Mitchell right?"

Mark stood there dumbfounded not knowing how to respond. "Yeah."

The girl then threw her arms around him and began to sob. "Thank you so much. Thank you so, so much."

He stroked her hair as she cried into his chest, not knowing what to say. Finally, the girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and asked "Why did you save me?"

Mark had no idea as to how to answer her, so he was honest. "You were too beautiful to see leave this earth.."

She giggled and nuzzled her face back into his bare chest. "Can you promise me something? Even though you've already done so much for me?"

"Yes."

"Mark, promise me that you'll never leave my side until the next time I die."

Mark pulled her away from his chest, looked down at her, and smiled. "I'll do the best I can."

And he loved her, and he didn't even know her name. This was Mark Mitchell's biggest mistake, finding love. Finding someone to be with, someone who wasn't even supposed to be on this earth. That is why Mark Mitchell was sent away to the Gates of Hell, because he fell in love with the right person at the wrong time.

A week after their wedding, the Council called Mark in for a meeting. Mark was very aware that the saving of his bride, Joanna Mitchell, also required him a punishment, but he didn't know what it was. But that day, surrounded by angry Council members, he would.

"Mark Mitchell, it has come to my understanding that you have broken a major Reaping rule, is that correct?" said the tubby head councilman

"Yes, sir."

"Now, we have thought about your punishment, and we have decided on something very harsh Mr. Mitchell…"

"Yes sir, what is it?"

"Mr. Mitchell, you are to be damned to Hell on the day of your death for what you have done. You may not tell anyone about our decision. We want you to live life how you would normally and enjoy the last years of your happiness until your death. Do you understand?"

Mark stood there in shock. He felt sick to his stomach. "I guess I have no choice, sir."

The head councilman smiled and nodded. "Alright, then it's settled. Enjoy the rest of your life Mr. Mitchell."

And in that room, Mark Mitchell's fate was determined.