A Little More Human
I walked alongside the silent waters of the Styx. The Death River - one who crosses it never does it again.
Except for me, of course. The
personalization of Death should be able to cross her own
creation, shouldn't she?
the water, black like crow feathers, drifted several almost
unrecognizable objects. But I knew what they were, naturally -
the Hourglasses Of Life. In the literally endless length of the
river, there were approximately seven billions of them floating
peacefully, their sand gradually dripping
glowing white light caught my eye. Oh - another one's time was
up. Time to travel to the Living.
Wading through the water, I found the source
of the light and I touched the shining Hourglass. Then I wrapped
my dark cloak around myself, and
When I reappeared, light enveloped my body
and my mind - my entire being. It was always like this. In the
time I spent in the undefined area that was considered dark nor
light, I forgot this feeling instantly. The feeling of
warmth. Just like the
concept of time, or space, warmth or cold didn't exist near the
And as I
adjusted my eyes to this newly found sensation, I took in the
space I materialized into.
I was in a
street. A normal street - a couple of cars were passing through,
a few pedestrians walking, one dog sniffling the contents of a
noticed me, no one looked up as if a seemingly young girl
suddenly appeared on the middle of the street in broad daylight.
Because they were ignorant and didn't know where to
I knew where to look, however. Only meters in front of my position, I saw a middle-aged woman hurrying across the street, not even bothering to walk on the pelican crossing. Perhaps she had to catch her train, or maybe she was late for work, a meeting, a date.
At the same
time, I detected a shining blue car driving through the street,
not particularly fast. The chauffeur, an elderly looking
businessman with gray stripes in his short hair, had one hand on
the steer-wheel while the other one was holding a phone to his
didn't pay enough attention, and they both got an invisible dose
of bad luck injected. One hasty car horn sound, and then a major
Now it was
my turn to occur on stage. I calmly wandered towards the car
wreck and bend near the driver's head. Putting my hand on his
forehead, I whispered comfortingly, "It's not your time yet. But
I will come for you.
remember, of course. No one ever remembered Death speaking to
them. But some would have a feeling of urgency, a calling to
enjoy their lives when they could. It was all I could do for
I lifted my
hand and straightened my back, and turned to the woman, who was
laying under a metal clot. Her eyes were closed, small but
apparent scratches on her face leaving bloody trail on her
I laid my
palm over her her eyes, and told her quietly, "Your luck has run
out. Come with me, woman, and leave the Living. You don't belong
with them anymore now." Traditional words, but cutting every
body stayed unmoving, a phantom of the soul who had lived in this
human shell rose up to stare at my strange appearance
"Wh- who are
you?" she asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. Before I could
answer, her eyes had traveled to her feet, where her former body
was lying down, still as a statue, only the red trails moving.
"What is this? A car accident? Why am I standing up? I'm lying
down!" The woman met my eyes, hers showing
always like this. All of them were the same. The same confusion,
asking the same questions. Over and over again. And I always had
to tell them.
lying down. Only your body is there, but you must come with me.
You must leave the Living and join the
I'm dead? Are you sure?" When I nodded silently, she added, "And
who are you? You're just a girl! Why are you telling me
same. I was just a girl in a dress and a cloak, seemingly human.
I wasn't what they were expecting - no, they expected a monstrous
being, a murderer, a Grim Reaper with a
be a little more normal, too? A little pretty, a little innocent?
Perhaps a little human?
"I am the
Death," I told her without showing any emotion. "I'm here to lead
you over the Styx and guide you to the
I didn't see
comprehension in her eyes, nor did I detect a sign of acceptance.
Only panic and wariness.
what about my family? I want to say goodbye! My husband, he'll be
sad, my children- No! I can't let them grow up without a mother!
I need to-"
She had a
family - like a regular human. A husband, children. People who
would feel loss. And I had to be the one tearing her away from
them. The undeniable villain was always
But the Dead and the Living cannot be blended. There is nothing I
started crying. Tears dripped down her face as she sobbed in
despair, and tried to reach out to nothing in
though nothing would be able to, I wanted to console her soul.
"You will meet them again, I promise you. Time passes quickly on
the Other Side. They will join you
"But I don't
want to be dead! I want to be alive and see them! Is that really too much to
I stuck out
my hands with the Hourglass Of Life - of her life - in
resting in them. Without having to ask anything, she reached out
and touched the glass with her fingertips. And then she was gone,
over the Styx, to the Other Side, having taken her Hourglass with
over scene again. Chaos had erupted everywhere, two ambulances
were driving to the crash spot rapidly. A crowd had gathered
around the wreck, trying to help the two people - one person and
a body - out of it. More humans were exiting their houses to see
what was wrong. Sounds and movements were
to a quieter part of the street, strolling across the sidewalk. I
couldn't stay long in this warm and Living world, but I could
enjoy the few moments that were
color caught my eye. Color - I liked color. There was no color in
the space that didn't exist. My eyes found a fierce red flower,
blooming in a small front garden. It was really pretty, and very
thinking, I plucked it, snapping the thin stem. And then, too
late, I realized that I had taken the life of that flower away in
a moment - even though I didn't intend to, I killed creatures, be
it animals or plants.
the red beauty with my palm for a moment, and then put it in my
hair. It would stay there until it died - maybe a while
Perhaps, with this flower, I would seem a little pretty, a little innocent. A little more human.
A/N: Hiya! Yup, I've got a new short story up! Lately, I seem to write more of them than I write new chapters on my novels... *Guilty face* Sorry. Now, this is my entry for Unknown Girl's Rounds Challenge! I hope you enjoyed it :) xx Paige