Notes on Death #B00050
- Gender: Female
- Hair color: Pink
- Eye color: Green
- Age: Likely under 20.
- Species: Human
These are the hardest. The girls that could be me. The girls that were me. I believe Lady Anna sends me on these for a reason. The suicides. I must be the perfect face for them when they step from their bodies. This missions are always easy. Invisibility to enter the house, the apartment, the car. And wait. I always arrive early. Every once in a while they change their mind. All signs suggest they will do it at this moment. The fates are aligned. I am even sent to be the greeter. And something happens. I have no clue what. Sometimes, they don’t. All my senses change and I’m no longer there to help them. This happens more than it should. Lady Anna says it is a gift, that I am lucky for the suicide people. My rate of this moment happening is higher than other Reapers. After they decide to live, and I know that this mission is over. I spend hours floating around them. Follow them from their spaces or home trying to understand. Tonight wasn’t those nights.
This girl was ready. Nothing about this moment was surprising. It could have been in some bad tragic novel. A bathroom. White tub. Dyed hair. Naked. They all think the bathtub will help the clean up. It should be true, but as she cut her wrist she, like everyone else, let her hand slip and hang out onto the bathroom floor. The blood was bright but quickly darkened as it filled the space and I take a breath. The cooper smell was different now that I was a Reaper. It was part of the job, but my undead body always seems to enjoy it. It reminds me of a good steak, and sometimes I find myself hungry. Tonight, I was starving for a burger and fries as I sat on the bathroom toilet waiting.
It was a job. And I was there to do it.
It took time between the moment the heart stops and the second the soul released. It always depended, some souls never left. Others stepped out in mid death. Sometimes, like tonight, the soul lingered. I could see it floating on the body like the water. I gave it time. The suicide ones never really want to leave. You would think that the death they killed for would make them to be excited to run into the next life. When this soul didn’t leave I was forced to take action. Nothing special. The same thing I have done before. Energy channeled and scythe form in my hands. Nothing like from a horror story. Not that it doesn’t have the power to go there, but I was in a bathroom.
The weapon was a tool. It was time to reap. Standing in the pool of blood, I knew the invisible spell was working as my foot prints didn’t mark the surface. With a flick of the wrist the scythe slide through bath and body taking with it the soul. A step or two back and the soul is dragged with tool. Hanging like a rag doll before me unable to understanding the situation. The weapon gutted through the body.
Almost transparent. The soul was becoming detached and as I released her she was able to stand on her own. The scythe held along side me. Every person was different. Ever reaper did it differently. This girl looked like she was waking from a sleep. Working on her eyes. I was waiting for her to yawn and stretch even. She could see me. Sometimes I didn’t need to talk. I was hoping this was one of them. Instead I just offered up a hand, the one without the scythe. I had done that once or twice. It never went well. I was too hungry for a burger and I wanted to get this over with.
The girl took it. This might be easy. I smiled and squeezed the girl’s hand and stepped forward. The girl turned her head slightly to the side. She was trying to bond with me, or understand. She didn’t need too. She wouldn’t remember me in a few moments. At least, that's what I believed. I really don’t know what happens after my job is done. There are whispers, rumors. Older reapers are supposed to know. I don't. The girl gasped, and before I could say anything she was gone. I knew she had gone where she needed to be. Her face as she faded wasn’t dark or scared. I only saw that once. That look of true fear. I still wonder about that.
Once gone, I always stand there. Only a few moments. As if I am afraid my job isn’t done. The body in front of me was growing cold and her soul gone now. Safe. It was just a job. But looking down at the corpse before her, I had so many questions about my own death.
But like always, I shoved them away and I head out of the place. I do have to thank whatever Gods that rebirthed me for some of these powers. Teleporting to the alley next to my favorite burger joint certainly makes it all worth wild. Now if it could put a few coins in my pocket so I could afford the burgers more, that would be nice.
I didn’t even get her name. B00050. She’ll become just another mission in my mind at one point, but while I ate that burger and stared at the empty seat across from me for a few minutes, I was creating a history about her. That night I had a full story about B00050. Nina. She just had a miscarriage and her boyfriend left her for a blonde. She loved to read books and had a beautiful singing voice. In my head, she could have been my friend. We could have ate ice cream and watched scary movies together if only she had not killed herself and become B00050.