Death and I - Chapter 3: The Awakening of the Death Seeker

[Chromer]

Ok guys, the first chapter was a hit so here is chapter two.

Death and I - Chapter One: A Touch To Remember
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Death and I

Chapter Two: Death Reveals


Chris wept for three hours before he finally was composed enough to stand on his own two feet. His head rose above the counter and saw that the sun was almost down as the sky was now a deep golden red. Strangely, no other customers had entered the store after the woman left. He knew that the next shift cashier would be coming in any moment, and Chris didn't want to bothered with at the moment. Five minutes later, a middle aged man walked in, waring the same uniform as Chris.

"Hi Chris! See any hot young ladies today?" asked the man jokingly.

Chris did not answer, but only nodded to the man in solemn silence.

"Well you can go on home now. I have the shift until Mark comes in at Midnight," said the man.

Chris grabbed his leather jacket, waved back to the man, and stepped out onto the street. His face had te look of a weather beaten stone, as if he had lived a longer life than his body appeared to show. Something had definitely happened that afternoon. Chris earlier tried to dismiss it as a dream but the dent in the plastic case of the cigarette cabinet told him otherwise. And the warning the woman gave him scared him most of all. She would come back to take from him what he dared to look into. Of course Chris knew that she meant his soul and he became scared. Who exactly was this woman? Why did she call him a Soul Seeker? Why had he seen the vision of pain and death in her? Most of all, why had her eyes glowed that demonic red aura? Too many questions and too little answers racked his brain.

Chris walked down the empty street and looked around. People were closing down thier shops for the day and going home to their families. Chris, having no car, could only watch as the owners got into thier cars and drove away. He turned right on Main Street and began walking down Bridgetown Road. Houses began to develop on either side of him as he entered his neighborhood. He watched as men and women finished mowing lawns, cooking barbecues, or gardening thier flowers. These people lived only for themselves, not ever caring for the world outside of their hermetically sealed existence. Chris hated these people more than anything. In some sense, he hated himself just as much, for he was like them. During the school year, he mostly kept to himself and only had few friends. The only joy he had was to come to work and acquire more thoughts for the night. However, after the experience he had tonight, it would be a while before he touched anyone but himself.

Chris turned left and slowly walked up his driveway to his front door. He heard a dog bark down the street before he took out his house key and opened the door. He entered his dark house and close the door behind him. He continued forward down his foyer, dropping his jacket by the staircase and turned left towards the kitchen. He flipped on the light and and saw a white piece of paper on his kitchen table. He grabbed and read.


CHRIS:

I HAVE TO WORK LATE TONIGHT. THERE ARE LEFTOVERS IN THE FRIDGE. HAVE A GOOD NIGHT HONEY.

-MOM

Chris crumpled the note in disgust and threw into the trash can. His mother again was going to be late getting home. Chris knew she wasn't working, only hanging out with her co-workers and getting drunk on Apple Martinis. After his father had left, his mother had hit a pretty bad slump in her life. As a vice president of a computer company, she had no problem sustaining Chris and herself financially. But mentally, the lonliness had eaten away at her. Chris silently warmed up the leftover lasaugna in the fridge and ate it in front of the tv. Even though his favorite show was on, he had no interest in it. He walked upstairs to his room and decided to take a shower. He closed his eyes as the hot waterbeat his back like a waterfall. The red glowing eyes of the woman instantly returned and he opened them quickly. The image of the woman's eyes would not leave Chris' mind now matter how hard he tried.

Chris returned to his room and got dressed in his bed clothes: a pair of pajama pants with anchors on them and a short sleeve shirt that said, "I Love To Party!" on it. He was closing his door when a cold wind began to blow at his back. Chris turned around quickly and saw what it was. His window had come open mysteriously. What was more bizarre was a cold wind in July. Chris hesitantly closed his window, turned off the light, and got into bed. The lime green glow of his alarm clock cast an eerie setting over the room as Chris could only stare at his ceiling. The fear of the woman began to increase and increase as the hours passed. Midnight came and yet Chris had still not fallen asleep.

Finally, seeing as the woman would probably not show, Chris fell asleep.
WHOOSH. The window again flew open and Chris' eyes opened immediately. The wind died down but Chris began to cough. He could see his breath again. Now however, icicles began to grow on his desk and closet, while the room began to freeze. Chris looked at the icicle near his head and looked back. A tall figure in a long hooded black robe and holding a rather large and dangerous looking scythe stood beside his bed. Chris looked at the figure and saw that it had a smooth flowing figure near the chest and hips. Chris began to shake with fear. The figure lifted it's arm and a pale white hand underneath the robe reached for Chris. Chris scrunched himself against the wall and yelled.

"Get away from me you psycho woman!"

The figure's hand stopped and reached for the hood. It pulled it off and Chris' fears were confirmed. It was the woman from the afternoon. She chuckled at Chris' remark.

"After hundreds of years, you're the first one to ever call me psycho!" laughed the woman as she put her hand over her mouth.

Chris waited in fear as the woman's laughter faded. Then he swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke again.

"Just who the hell are you and what do you want with me?"

The woman's face became serious and she took her hand off of her scythe, which disappeared.

"I am called many names. Morte, The Black Horseman, Angel of Death, and the universal name of just Death. I however have given myself my own name. I call myself Lucy," answered the woman.

Chris still did not like this woman, even if her name was Lucy.

"Well Lucy, what do you want with me?" asked Chris.

Lucy rubbed her chin and looked at Chris.

"Plain and simple sugar. I'm here for your soul. Why else would Death be here?" asked Lucy.

Chris' eyes opened wide in fear.

"Why MY soul!? I'm not ready to die yet!" cried Chris.

"Too bad honey! You take a peek into the soul of Death, you have to die! You have seen things that only The Master and I shall ever have access to! I've come for your soul Chris Judgeman! May The Master have mercy on your soul!" screamed Lucy as she summoned her scythe out of thin air and swung it down at Chris.

Chris dodged out of the way, but the scythe nicked his shoulder cutting it open. Chris looked down to see a white silvery looking fluid begin to drip down his arm.

"Oh my God. is that my soul?" asked Chris loudly.

Chris ran from the room and tumbled down the stairs still holding his shoulder. He opened the door only to run into Lucy headon. She felt suprisingly soft and warm as he bumped into her and fell on his back. He looked up to Lucy as she raised the scythe for the final blow. She swung down and Chris closed his eyes and waited. Only silence came after the scythe dropped.

Chapter Three coming soon.