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A striking cold made me suddenly awaken. My eyes opened to see the reflective surface of the table that my head was resting on, and the surrounding blackness. Sitting up, I saw that the table was completely metal, a silvery-gray color, but with no reflection. Above me there was a small light hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the table and a few square feet of the floor. I squinted and saw one side of the room. To the right corner was a door, presumably the only way in and out of the room. About two feet away from the door were six steel filing cabinets, five feet tall and a foot wide each.

“How did I get here?” I thought aloud. A raspy voice broke the silence, and I jumped slightly as I looked at the source, “You are dead.” A man in his 50's stood in front of me. He was dressed in a cheap looking black suit, and had a briefcase in his hand. His face was beginning to show signs of aging, his hair was a fine flat top, and his eyes were a dark turquoise green. Those eyes pierced directly into my soul. “Dead?” I asked.

“You did not even see it coming.” the man said. “What? What killed me?” He looked angrily into my eyes and said, “Why, the gun shot. You were a bit slow on the draw.” I did not recall ever being in a situation like he described. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in my bedroom. Then I awoke in this interrogation room.

“May I at least ask this,” I hesitated on a proper way of addressing the man, “...sir. Who are you?” The man sat down in the chair across from me, setting his briefcase to his right. “For as long as man has walked the Earth, I have been there. When your mother died, I was there. I have been in almost every hospital, almost every house, but I have been to every city on the planet. I have gone from Paris to New York in a matter of seconds. And back again.” I sat puzzled. “Is he one of those Men in Black? Does he work for the government? Paris to New York in a matter of seconds...maybe the government has teleportation technology.” He saw me sitting there, he could tell that I was clueless to his identity. He leaned forward and looked right into my eyes, which made me feel utterly frightened.

“I am the Grim Reaper. I am Death.” His emphasis shook me as if his words were hammered into my ears. Death leaned back and straightened his tie. So if I am dead, what is next for me, Death?” He slammed his hands on the table and yelled, “That's Mister Death to you!” With that said he reached for his suitcase. Watching him, I saw him enter the numbers into the two separate locks. 316 on the left, 666 on the right. The briefcase opened and he took out a thin folder. “Well, well well, Misssss-ter Borders...you have done many terrible things within your life. You sent three men to me- which I am thankful for you doing that, but one of my employers would not agree with my opinion. Murder! And not for any particular reason. You just felt like doing it. You enjoyed it.” I began to sweat. “Now Mr. Borders, I can look into your mind, but I cannot go into your memories, I cannot reach into your subconscious. All I can do is read what is on your mind. I know you liked killing those three men. Oh! And what guild ridden memory is now going through your head?” Those eyes stared deeply into mine. He began to smile.

“You raped a girl. A teenage girl. But wait. You were only 16 at the time. But nevertheless that was fornication! She did not give you consent, and even if she did, you definitely were not married to her. And what of your wife? How is she? Is she still upset that you cheated on her? And not just with a random girl on the street. You committed adultery with her sister.” Death shook his head. “You never liked the Ten Commandments did you? Didn't even think of them as the Ten Suggestions.”

“Now your wife has an unexpected niece. Along with a divorce, half your belongings, and your daughter!” The Grim Reaper laughed. “Trust me, Mr. Borders. We have everything on you. Your first words to your last breath.” I felt cold, but the sweat continued to slide down my neck.

“Remember last Sunday when you just had to give yourself some sexual self-gratification? Don't you have any respect at all, Mr. Borders?” I went to speak, but he cut me off. “No, all those drugs you did in high school. You are a bad child. And every child gets a reward for his actions. Yours is punishment.” He began to stand up and close his briefcase.

“Wait! Where am I? And furthermore, how is it that my whole life's story fits in that little folder?” Death immediately stopped. He slowly sat down and looked at me. “Mr. Border. I am a simple man who takes the souls of the dead to their final resting place. Why am I not skull and bones? Why am I not carrying a scythe? Because it would not be practical, it would be nothing more than shock and awe. And do you see these many filing cabinets behind me?” he threw his hand back, showing the six steel pillars. “We work in mysterious ways, sir.” He went to the second cabinet and opened the second drawer from the bottom, and placed the folder in it. “Every man, woman, and child who has ever died, is in those six cabinets. Their lives, their thoughts, their memories, their ancestry, EVERYTHING.”

The Grim Reaper went to the door, opened up, and a blinding light shot out. I could barely see his dark silhouette in the doorway. “Looks like you...have failed.” he began to laugh, and I felt myself falling backwards.

Comments (7)

Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 04-01-2008 18:27,   I liked the whole show but I got a little lost when he stated he was happily sleeping in bed and death implied he was in a gunfight... did I miss a transition?    the whole modern death thing was cool...    write on!   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment... » See all 1 replie(s)   Posted by thirteen 04-02-2008 11:09,   ... A nice easy read, loved the dialogue with Death, I do think Mr Border may have been a bit harsher speaking to Death.Sounds like a right Bas@@rd but it's good to see he got his.Good story 1800.   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...   Posted by lorislittlesecret 04-03-2008 05:45,   ... Great story..love how death is wearing a cheap suit. Reminded me of the guy in the Matrix...   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment... » See all 1 replie(s)   Posted by gsaracen 04-04-2008 01:57,   hehehehe he got pwned didn't he?     Better clean up my own act though... if I dun wanna be falling backwards.   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment... » See all 1 replie(s)   Posted by gsaracen 04-04-2008 02:01,   o yeah ty for the half-life 2 allusion. Appreciated. Maybe hell is like rapture from Biochock? could be!   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...   Posted by Zombie Punk 04-25-2008 03:20,   well done i enjoyed it alot, especially death   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...   Posted by R.E.Potter 04-27-2008 05:50,   ,,, damn,,im screwed!! Great story 1800. Missed this one as it slid by. Glad I checked it out. You have a great way of telling stories. Enjoyed this.   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment... » See all 1 replie(s)

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