There the man stood, Tapping his long foot against the pavement.He looked to the west with uncertainty , a uneasy frown protruding from his face.
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A unfortunate lady bug crawled slowly under the mans foot ,Within a second it was crushed forming its death bed.
The wind slightly picked up making the few specks of hair the man had not covered by the hat that was perched on his head steadily begin to move.Along with the Thin white peice of clothe that hung from his pocket.
His Grip on the suitcase in his right hand tightened,as from the direction where he was peering at a old woman stumbled around the corner, with trouble to say the least.
He gazed at her complex face which gave sprout a long and narrow nose. Her brown eyes didn't match the Pure white hair that seemed to be free willing because of the mess that had seem to forsaken her head.
As she walked she grunted as if in pain,He wasn't sure that her short legs could carry her any-farther when she reached where he was standing. She collapsed on the bench to his right gasping for air.As if all the rest of the air she had been sucked out of her.
"I'm not what i used to be 10 years ago" she smiled trying to start small talk with the strange suited man before her
He nodded in reply,a grin on his face.
,After he did he set his narrow blue eyed gaze at the bus approaching.
the Tan bus stopped its brakes screeching in reply and opened it's doors with a swift pull of the lever located inside the now rumbling bus
The old woman got up putting her left back hand on the bench and slowly walked behind the man. In size she was dwarfed in comparison to him.
The mans Walk was steady and strong as he reached the Door to the bus He was halted by Al.
"where Ya head-in to?" AL said suspiciously to the man grasping the suitcase firmly in his right hand.
"Boston" the man said taking one step on the bus, he was a step closer to the large man whos name tag read AL. AL was dressed in all blue, since was such the bus driver uniform.Al's long white hair cascaded down into a pony tail. His face looked like one of a rat.
"oh Well your luck its next stop"Al's high voice reached the man who put money into the toll and took his seat, 7th back to the right. Setting his suitcase down on the seat softly. The old woman fol owed by saying "Oh what a coincidence Me to" her smile brought joy to Al bringing him to smile in harmony with her.
At crawling speed she made her way to the 4th seat to the left sighing in relief as she sat down.
Within 20 Min's the now 2 lone passengers grasped there seat as the bus they where on Slid to a halt. Producing another screeching sound.
"Boston" AL yelled unapparent that only 2 passenger's remained
The Bus stopped At a section that was usually thriving on Saturdays but today no one walked the street.
"God Bless" Al said as both the man and the woman got off the bus.His face gave off a sly grin.
10 seconds passed before the bus Roared sounding its leave.
"Im sorry"The man said setting his suitcase down on the sidewalk,Crouching down opening it. With two loud clicks it was opened.
The woman stumbled around to look at the man "sorry about what? " she said her frail voice was filled with weakness.
The man Frowned in response he pulled a large sickle from his suit case.He grasped it in his right hand
"This" he said
As he quickly pulled back his arm His Eyes turned black and rolled back into his head, As if transformed into something else. He laughed in joy as he brought down the swipe aimed at her chest.
He hit his target with preciseness and accuracy.
She screamed in pain grasping her heart.
falling to the floor her brown eyes filled with fear and pain.She rolled back-and-forth gagging in pain
15 seconds was all she had before she would join the other countless dead slayed by the black sickle.
with all the energy she could conjure up her frail voice spoke three Words each needing there own breathe.
"Who are you"
"Death" the man replied standing over her. cleaning off his sickle with the white clothe from his pocket.
