Monday, March 11, 2013

Dear Grim Reaper > death Inc. > Page 6 (choose the ending!)


  It was a hot sunny day. Well, at least for the living. Madison sat at a desk next to the Reaper’s, in his large office. The temperature in the Underworld was neither hot nor cold, and escaping there at the end of the day had become a slight relief in this month of July. Her desk was slightly smaller, and less imposing than his grand oak wood bureau. She was working away on a typewriter, parchment pouring over the desk to rest lazily on the floor. Sorting names under deceased, living and undead had proven to be a tedious task. Work advanced more rapidly, however, now that school was out of the way. She was the Reaper’s assistant full time. The year had gone by successfully, juggling classes with work. She had signed her contract in September on her first visit to Death Inc., and it was now July. As it turned out, most of what had to be done was typing and barring out names, signaling disturbances on earth, such as hauntings or poltergeists, and occasionally accompanying the Grim Reaper to meetings, conferences and various missions on earth. Things had turned out to be pretty entertaining for the most part. It certainly broke the usual routine. They once even intervened, with father Patrick, in an exorcism gone wrong. She had been introduced to Persephone -a really cool chick- Osiris, Hades, ElegguĂ  and tons of other death deities. She even watched Star Wars with Lucifer on Fridays. That guy was such a nerd. In other words, all was going well. So well, in fact, that it was abnormal, like an awkward silence. The year had breezed by, and it felt as though something had been forgotten in the process. Something that had occurred in September was still unresolved… Madison stopped typing for a minute, and thought of this. Something big had been forgotten along the way, and she knew what it was. The silence was about to be broken.


“Ooooh, donuts!” She lifted her head from the extensive list to find the Grim Reaper picking from a box of oddly colored donuts. The pastries appeared to be made of black dough, topped off with a multitude of icing colors varying from slime green, electric blue, to blood red and pumpkin orange. Lucifer proudly displayed the box in front of his friend.




“Ah! Sinful gluttony. Thank you Luce!” he exclaimed before biting into a black coated one with green sprinkles.

“Donut?” the Devil offered, adjusting his plastic rimmed glasses.

“Um, sure…” she muttered, slowly escaping her thoughts. She’d worry about everything else later. The present concerns were donuts and coffee. She grabbed a bright pink one, decorated with what appeared to be shrunken eyeballs. She’d gotten used to the food in the Underworld by now, no longer denying her occasional cannibalism.

“Yum!” she devoured it with freshly brewed coffee, immediately reaching for seconds. “Wow, Zombie Joe’s sure makes the best donuts!”

“Yeah I know! Too bad it’s so far from you guys. They’re actually thinking of setting another one up,” Lucifer took a seat by the fire.

“When I’m finished typing the names, can I drive the death coach?” Madison asked the Grim Reaper.

“No.”

“When will you say yes?” she whined.

“You only get to drive the hearse. Also, I hear a weird noise! Sounds like… you not working.”

“Ugh…” she resumed her labor, typing out name after name. Soon came time for her to return amongst the living. After over one hundred thousand classified names, her hands ached and cracked. Even if she’d been given the opportunity to drive the coach, she probably would have refused, having suddenly regretted asking earlier. Nonetheless, earth seemed much less enticing. She still hadn’t done her homework, and there was a math test tomorrow, which she’d barely studied for. Staring at the enormous grandfather clock mounted on the wall that always indicated three past seven, she stretched and yawned. With her pass, she could board the central elevator of Hell and be transported right to her local Walmart. Although Death Inc. had it’s own elevators, none of them could transport one directly to earth. The central one went through every circle described in Dante’s Inferno –and more!- as well as other dimensions, including that of the blue human infested planet. To get to the elevator, it was best to drive.

“Are you going back on your own, or am I driving you home?” the Reaper suddenly inquired, his feet propped up on his desk, hidden under the dark cloth. The black mass stood up, setting down the paper he had been reading: “The Underworld Union”. The subtitle read “Internationalism for the deceased and undead”.

“Drive please,” she said, holding up her crooked hands as though she where auditioning to appear on an Immortal album cover.

They descended the building in a narrow, but oddly tall, nineteenth century elevator. Instead of buttons, a metal lever was inserted into the left wall. Names indicated the different floors instead of numbers, the exception being the various levels of Hell. The Reaper pulled the level down just below Death Inc, and they plunged towards the main entrance. As they descended, Madison could make out strange noises in the distance. It sounded almost like someone, or something was wailing.

“Do you hear that?” she asked the death God.

“What?”

“Never mind.” He drove her to the central elevator, where she finally made it home.

Later that night, Madison lay awake in bed. She could still hear a faint wailing in the distance, only this time, the voice was clearer. It appeared to be crying: “It’s bright in here! It’s bright!” It sounded as though it where suffering, but she couldn’t tell where the sound was coming from. She was about to get up and inspect the room when suddenly a dim light shone from under the bed. The wailing began to grow louder, until the words stung her ears and shook her head.

“IT’S BRIGHT IN HERE! IT’S BRIGHT! IT’S BRIGHT IN HERE!”

The light grew brighter, making her wince. She almost begged for it to stop, when she felt an abrupt terror and all her breath left her. An icy hand was gripping her ankle.



What does Madison do next? You choose the ending! Write your selection in the comments (or RT @DearGrimReaper)

A). She tries to ward the hand off while staying on the bed.

B). She gets up, and drags herself away from the bed.

C). She checks her phone. There has to be an app for that.


The most popular selection will be used to write the end of this story!

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