Sexy Sheva
02-22-2008, 02:26 AM
The Work of Death
2056 A.D -2132 A.D
Everyone has a specific time to die, right? Seems like every second...ticking away from their life span. It drives everyone crazy at some point.
Tick..
there went another second
Tick..
and another.
Not Julie though. She had no time of death. She wasn't alive...and she wasn't dead. She was soulless, and without a soul, she couldn't rest peacefully in heaven, or rot in depths of hell.
The mountains caved over, and the winds howled. She had came back to a place, she once called home, over one hundred years ago, before she died. She knew she wasn't really dead. She just thought, that since she was killed, she should be dead. But no... her curse was there to protect her, and to harm her, all at once. The cold howling winds made her shiver as she lay on the sidewalk. The school bell about to ring, waiting for the kids to rush out of the school. To be let out for Summer break. She had no break. She had work. One teenager's life, was about to end... and their time was up.
"Nick Potter," she said softly, looking up at the sky. She could immediately see his face, his body, his mind, in her head. What was it that made her feel bad about this kid? She could kill anyone, and it wouldn't bother her. Any way of killing someone too. Cancer, heart disease, heart attacks, strokes... anything she wanted. Usually it was the heart attack, or the stroke. But when she wanted, she could make up some sort of non curable diagnosis, just to toy around the last few days of their life. Nick however, wasn't going to suffer. A Quick death would be better. A simple shut down of his brain... or maybe a broke neck? It was hard to chose.
She'd never wanted to show herself in front of someone either. Usually if she was, she was to take over someone, or make them think a certain way, and she could make someone kill another person, for murder. She could control anyone, and make them go to suicide. She would be the stress that haunts everyone's day. Anything, she wanted. Only Two prices. Walk among the living, and stay soulless, and never go to Heaven... nor hell.
A shattering ring came across her ears. She sat up, and looked as the teenagers, and some adults walked out of the school building. It was a high School After all. She could recall the time before her, death when she had went to school. She was just turning for her sweet sixteen. All her friends ready to go, to the slumber party she planned. Everything was perfect. Everything...but her killer.
It was wicked. Very sad, and horrible to know. After stepping foot in her home... She saw the house empty, and she was the first to step into the house, making sure the other girls stood out, in case for danger. One snap of the door, and it was shut and locked. Stood there in front of her.. Her only parent. Her father.
Bashing and running occurred in the house. It was not a pretty site. He was mad, angry, and worst of all... abusive. After the thrashing, cars pulled up to the house. Loud police sirens and a bust of the door. One word....that's all it took... One word.
It all ended soon, as she felt the crimson color spread across her head, across the floor, and across her shook body. One loud bang, and her head became numb. Along with the rest of her body. She only felt one drop of blood run down her face, then everything just shut off... Like a light.
Awoken in the dark, and offered a chance, to go back. To go among them all. To BE Death itself. She never believe herself. She always thought, she was dreaming, and one day she would wake up.
That day...never came
2056 A.D -2132 A.D
Everyone has a specific time to die, right? Seems like every second...ticking away from their life span. It drives everyone crazy at some point.
Tick..
there went another second
Tick..
and another.
Not Julie though. She had no time of death. She wasn't alive...and she wasn't dead. She was soulless, and without a soul, she couldn't rest peacefully in heaven, or rot in depths of hell.
The mountains caved over, and the winds howled. She had came back to a place, she once called home, over one hundred years ago, before she died. She knew she wasn't really dead. She just thought, that since she was killed, she should be dead. But no... her curse was there to protect her, and to harm her, all at once. The cold howling winds made her shiver as she lay on the sidewalk. The school bell about to ring, waiting for the kids to rush out of the school. To be let out for Summer break. She had no break. She had work. One teenager's life, was about to end... and their time was up.
"Nick Potter," she said softly, looking up at the sky. She could immediately see his face, his body, his mind, in her head. What was it that made her feel bad about this kid? She could kill anyone, and it wouldn't bother her. Any way of killing someone too. Cancer, heart disease, heart attacks, strokes... anything she wanted. Usually it was the heart attack, or the stroke. But when she wanted, she could make up some sort of non curable diagnosis, just to toy around the last few days of their life. Nick however, wasn't going to suffer. A Quick death would be better. A simple shut down of his brain... or maybe a broke neck? It was hard to chose.
She'd never wanted to show herself in front of someone either. Usually if she was, she was to take over someone, or make them think a certain way, and she could make someone kill another person, for murder. She could control anyone, and make them go to suicide. She would be the stress that haunts everyone's day. Anything, she wanted. Only Two prices. Walk among the living, and stay soulless, and never go to Heaven... nor hell.
A shattering ring came across her ears. She sat up, and looked as the teenagers, and some adults walked out of the school building. It was a high School After all. She could recall the time before her, death when she had went to school. She was just turning for her sweet sixteen. All her friends ready to go, to the slumber party she planned. Everything was perfect. Everything...but her killer.
It was wicked. Very sad, and horrible to know. After stepping foot in her home... She saw the house empty, and she was the first to step into the house, making sure the other girls stood out, in case for danger. One snap of the door, and it was shut and locked. Stood there in front of her.. Her only parent. Her father.
Bashing and running occurred in the house. It was not a pretty site. He was mad, angry, and worst of all... abusive. After the thrashing, cars pulled up to the house. Loud police sirens and a bust of the door. One word....that's all it took... One word.
It all ended soon, as she felt the crimson color spread across her head, across the floor, and across her shook body. One loud bang, and her head became numb. Along with the rest of her body. She only felt one drop of blood run down her face, then everything just shut off... Like a light.
Awoken in the dark, and offered a chance, to go back. To go among them all. To BE Death itself. She never believe herself. She always thought, she was dreaming, and one day she would wake up.
That day...never came