I jumped out on main street and 42nd avenue. I looked up at the immense apartment building and walked inside. I knew I had to do something, but I didn’t know what. I walked into the elevator and pressed the button that lead to her floor. I remembered after looking her up on the Death files. When the doors opened, it revealed a long, filthy hallway. The wallpaper was peeling off of the walls. The whole building smelled of old food and cat piss. I walked down the hall and looked for her door. Then I found it. Apartment 69. Ha, mom would love that. I knock on the door once and hear rustling inside.
“Um… one second. Just give me a minute.” That was her. She sounded as if she just woke up. I hear more rustling, when I hear the locks on her door click and she opens the door. She’s wearing a black muscle shirt with pajama bottoms with little devils and hearts all over it. She sees me and, at first, looks surprised, then turns to annoyance.
“Oh, look its Mr. ‘save a girl and run away’ man. What are you looking at?” it was when I realized that I was staring at her was when I snapped out of it and asked if I could come in. she said sure. Her apartment is somewhat messy and the place smells like chicken Ramon noodles. There are posters of heavy metal bands and devil’s vs. angel’s pictures. The couch was set up like a bed, so I moved the blankets aside and sat down. She sits next to me. My pulse accelerates. She looks at me and says:
“Well, are you going to say something or you just going to gawk at me all day?”
“Right, sorry. Um…I don’t know how to put this to you but… um…” she looks at me with frustration.
“Look just spit it out already!”
“Okay. You know the truck from yesterday?”
“Well, that truck was supposed to hit you and you were to die and possibly go to Heaven or Hell.” She looks at me like I’m crazy. She jumps up and says
“I knew it was too good to be true, you’re just another nut-job. I’m calling the cops.” She marches to the far wall where the phone is hung. I panicked as she reached for the phone. Out of pure instinct, I reach for my cell and it transformed into my scythe. She looks back and yelps. I look at her.
“See, I’m not lying, you really are in danger on biblical proportions. So please, sit down, and let me explain.” She looks at me and, without saying a word, sits back down on the couch. I sat back down and started explaining. I started at the beginning from my visit to Hell, all the way to the conversation with my parents. All the while, she stares at me, not saying a word. When I finish, she’s speechless. When she finally speaks, she uses more caution in her tone.
“So if you’re Death and you are supposed to let people die, then why did you save me?” she sits there, waiting for a reply. I eventually start.
“I don’t really know, it was just, as soon as I saw you, I couldn’t imagine having to escort you to the next life. I… I think I love you.” I wait for her to scream “bullshit” or “yeah right”, but she just sits there, with a blank look on her face. Then, all at once, she charges forward and plants a kiss on my lips, her tongue wrestling my own. I slip into a state of pure bliss. I was overwhelmed with her smells. Her body smells of jasmine, while her hair has a faint coconut scent to it. When she pulls away, all I had to say was:
“Wow.” She chuckles. Then go into it again. This time, though, we were more intimate. She started taking off her shirt while I took off my hoodie. Our bodies are rubbing against each other in an intimate paradise. We removed more of our clothes. Just before we got into it, she whispers in my ear:
“Take me away, dark angel.”