Death The Soul Keeper

July 2001

She leapt out of her skin and ran. Faster than light I watched her zoom about restlessly. I snickered to myself. I have a cruel, cruel heart. She zipped to a rich coloured tree and floated around it smiling to herself. She clearly enjoyed the freedom.

Then she noticed my presence. She spun around to face me. I wonder what she thought, when everything is so much more beautiful in the world around, until she faced me.

Well that was my cue, I smiled at her and walked towards her. Put one hand forward as if a friendly gesture. She took my hand with her translucent fingers, her face looked puzzled. I sighed and using her hand I spun her into a translucent ball. I put the ball next to my ear. It still had a pulse. That's what's sad about a soul, their special effort to make them feel like they're real. I laid a finger from my other hand on the ball and absorbed it. My next job was around the corner. Very convenient.

I neared a chorus of sobbing and smiled. I was close. As I entered the funeral grounds I could see many people in black, mourning over their lost one. But that's not all I could see. The coffin was short, too short for an adult. 

Sometimes I hate my job, I really do.

I caught sight of the soul, she was desperately grabbing onto peoples legs, trying to be seen or heard. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes that were sparkling from tears. 

With dread, I neared her. With regret, I put my hand on her shoulder. And with sorrow, I absorbed her.

August 2001

It's been tiring.

The other week I was nearing a soul that I must have known from somewhere. Perhaps a funeral of another. An old man who had died of old age. He was sitting there, not abusing the freedom like most do. So I went to sit by him.

"You dead too?" He asked me.

"I was never born." I replied.

"Never born?" He questioned leaning his head to one side in confusion.

"Nope." I gently shook my head.

"How is that possible?" He asked.

"Well, I am death." I told him. He paused after I said that and fell silent.

"Ah, I see." He replied after a while and smiled at me. I sighed.

"Well, I have a job to do." I regretfully told him.

"I understand." He nodded. And I put my hand on his shoulder and watched him strain and struggle while he was sucked into me.

September 2001

What a month.

A terrorist attack over the ocean. I didn't feel sad, I never feel sad.

How could I possibly with this kind of job?

But it really was something to go around collecting almost 3000 souls. And they weren't easy to get either, I'm not used to going under buildings to find spirits. They were acting like crazy lunatics. As if they didn't know they were dead. Running all over the place. 

I guess it's part of the after shock. But it really was a gruesome sight.

I'm not one to complain, but there is a limit of blood that even I can take. 

It was pretty crazy. Running back and forth with my arms out. Feeling younger and fresher every second. I didn't even have time to catch most of their names. 

October 2001

I came to two heavy, wooden doors. I let out a shrill whistle that would have pierced your ears and the doors unbolted and slowly creaked open. My eyes rolled over like glass and I hung my head backwards. Facing up I could see the raging souls fly effortlessly back and forth trapped within themselves. They're faces looked screwed up with venom and their eyes like poison darts. They swarmed above me as they tried to reach out and claw at me. 

I walked forward and the doors closed behind me. I felt safer down here. I knew this place. I liked this place. I was home.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.