Standing up I found myself in some hospital room.
“How’d I get here?” I thought, slowly turning around to find my lifeless body lying on the operating table. That’s when I remembered everything, including my very last moments. Awkward silence was broken by someone’s voice, voice so deep that it could make your bones tremble. Still, it sounded quite familiar for some reason unknown.
- “So, hit by a bus, huh? Previous time your death was much more gruesome, congrats.” He said quite cheerfully.
My mind was flooded with questions: who’s this man, why are there two of me, and why’s he talking about my death. Finally, a moment of silence between the two of us was broken by him.
- “Any questions, my friend? I’m sure that you’ve got numerous questions on your mind.” He said with a smirk. “Go ahead and ask them, I don’t bite.”
After some time, I worked up enough courage to speak up.
- “What kind of sick joke is this?!”
- “Sorry fellah, I can assure you that it’s no joke. Everything that lives have to die.” His voice now was more serene. “You may check it yourself, try interacting with anything, and speak to me again when you get over the shock, take as much time as you need”
I turned to the operating table once again and tried to touch my body. Chill went up my spine as my hand went right through it. Unable to comprehend what’s just happened I frantically tried touching anything, but it was pointless.
- “What in the blistering heck?! How can this be?” I cried, losing all the confidence in my voice. “Please, you’ve got to help me stranger, I-I can’t go yet, I’m only 22, I’ve got a whole life ahead of me!”
- “A fighter, are you?” His facial expression was now replaced with a tougher one.
Did I say something wrong? Sweat drops began to appear on my forehead. Suddenly, his face changed its colours once again.
- “I like it! No, really, you are coping with your death way better this time. Still, I can’t bring you back to your previous life, I’m sorry -”
He took out a large notebook covered in hundreds of stickers and quickly scanned through it.
- “Steve!” He added, shutting it with a loud clap.
- “How do you know my name?”
- “Oh, I just keep a record of everything that lives, nothing extraordinary”
- “Wow, it must be so hard to manage all this stuff, you earn my respect -”
- “Stop with the flattery, it doesn’t suit you at all my friend.”
He was right, this attempt to please his ego was dumb. He read me like an open book.
- “You’re right, apologies.”
- “Still,” He continued. “It ain’t that easy being Death. I could really use another break. Let me check something.”
He took out his giant scythe from under his old leather coat and swiftly cut me in two. Before I could react, he took out my heart and joined my body with a precision of a surgeon.
- “hmm, a little bit rotten,” he said, observing my heart. “Likes to soak his depression in liquor, heavy smoker. Wait!”
He suddenly drew back in amazement, almost loosing grip of my glowing heart.
- “What is it?” I asked him.
- “Oh what, eh, nothing, but I’ve got great news for you! Your soul is pure enough to me, quite pure. Would you care to sign a contract with me”
- “What kind of contract?”
- “Employment contract.” He said with a smile.
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