Death and his Apprentice
"Servants! It is time!" boomed God's voice from beyond time itself.
"We were too late" Malqkwyt whispered.
Death let the back end of his scythe thump beside the girl's eternally staring face. An empty bottle of the pills that had taken her life next to her limp hand. "If only we were allowed to interact with the living. Then things may not end this way, with us always being too late," Death whispered.
The girl's soul rose from her body, swimming in and out of focus like a mirage. She looked down upon herself and clasped her hands over her mouth, muffling a scream. "What- is this?"
"You ended yourself," death said. Why"
"So it's done," the girl said, "good." She smiled. "Okay, I'm ready."
"But why?" Death demanded. "Why did you do it?"
"Please, just stop. I don't want to go into my life, I want to forget all about it."
"Very well," Death said. "Off you go, to eternal wandering of this wretched plant.
"Godbye," The girl said, preparing to soar through the ceiling. "I've always wanted to see the Great Wall of China."
"It's one of the greatest spectacles on Earth," Malqkyt said.
"But the voices screaming from the stones," Death said, his voice seeming to call from the grave itself, "have driven spirits to madness. But not me, it simply makes me wonder. Why? Why do the dead slaves wish to stay where they were forced to do labor until the very point when they simply dropped?"
"You know," the girl began, "I never thought of you as one who cares about the living."
"Every second," Death said.
"Goodbye," she said, flying through the ceiling.
They watched her melt through the whiteness, their forms dancing in red and orange flame as the ceiling light bathed them. The light was the only living thing in the girls' room. Every thing else was dead. The people in the posters, the television, the furniture, the dust, everything. In that teenagers room, the world had come to an end.
Malqkyt scratched his chin. "Why are we doing this, Death?"
"Because, my apprentice, I have grown tired of seeing nothing but death. It tortures me, and without even having the luxury of rest. People die every second. It is only a miracle that no one's died in the past two," Death said.
"But, Death, do realize that this is-" Malqkyt began before a shudder went through the air and a blinding green light enveloped him and Death. He squirmed as his body spun with the orbit of fate.
"Servants! It is time!" God's voice commanded.
Another person had returned to the dust. Malqkyt's legs connected with the desert sand without making a single sound. The nearly headless body of a soldier lay before him.
"The poor boy," Death said. His fellow men formed a barrier around him, small plumes of sand exploding as bullets struck.
"We got a man down!" barked a soldier. In an instant his body lurched back as a red blotch appeared on his chest.
"Servants! It is time!" boomed God.
Death shook his head, his hood ruffling. "How many more?"
"This is," Malqkyt said, "It could be this entire squadron and lt's not-" he clamped his toothless jaw shut.
"Servants! It is time! Servants! It is time! Servants! It is time!" God's voice echoed.
"People are dying on the other side as well," Malqkyt said.
"I know," Death said. "But not only there, but across the entire world. Of hunger, heart ache, heart attacks, strokes, car accidents, executions, the heat, but most of all the- the heinous murders, the genocides. The bloody creatures slaughter each other like beta fish trapped in a bowl."
"It's so awful, isn't it?" Malqkyt said.
"Yes, but that's the way it has always been, and there's nothing we can do about it but watch." He clenched his gaseous fists, which wisped with the ferocious desert wind. "Watch and clean up."
"The merciless creator made pawns for his sick game of chess and gave us his very own janitors!"
Death said nothing and merely lead the souls to their destination.
"Servants! It is time!" God's voice shouted, until the end of time.
