Chapter 2: Master

He stands above them, in his small apartment overlooking them all.

The newly deads. They look scared to know where they are planned to go.

Some to Heaven. Some to Hell. And some to stay in purgatory, and become leaders and watchers. And a lucky few get to be masters.

Like me. Jay thinks as he turns away from the wailing people.

Their pale faces drooping with agony as soon as they realize where they are. And the boats they are to get on are a question in their minds.

Will I go to Heaven? Or will I be banished to Hell? Those are the thoughts rolling through their heads as they stand in a messed up line.

“Master Wilson?” A voice asks from the other side of the room’s door.

“Yes, James?” Jay replies as he sits down at his desk.

“We have a problem.” James says as he walks in the door, closing it softly behind him. “A time master did not save a girl in enough time. She died and she was not to die until she was eighty three. She is sixteen.”

“What!?” Jay roars, standing up, tossing his pen across the room, accidentally.

“The time master was just a three hundred year intern.” James says, ducking his brown head out of the way of more flying objects.

Jay walks around the desk, his dark suit sticking to his chest as he bends to pick up the pen. “Name? I need a name to fix this.”

“Eden Michaels. Of Cold Water, Michigan.” James says, looking out the window at the sad people.

“Well, we should go talk with her.” Jay says, finally.

“We can't. She is not here yet. She is trapped in her body. Here friend Ali is here thought. Ali Wilson.” James scratches his forehead.

Jay just walks to his door, the dark wood never greeting him happily.

He walks out the door, past the giggling clerks, to the elevators. He pushes the bottom floor button and waits as it reaches the bottom.

The stupid elf-like music plays in his ears.

I really need to have than changed. He thinks to himself as he walks out the doors.

The dirt on the ground is covered in footprints from Hellions and Angels. Or masters or Leaders such as himself.

A little girl, whose hair hangs like a wet curtain around her face. She reminds him of that girl from the movie he watched.

The grudge.

Jay shakes the memory from his mind as he walks onto the platform over the gateway, and motions for Caren, the watcher, to hand him his disk.

“Hand me the disk. I have to find someone.” Jay takes the disk and scrolls through the names and faces until he sees the name he was looking for.

Eden.

Her picture is fairly pretty. Long red hair, bright blue eyes. Irish complexion, only that her hair is darker red than many irish hair. Her nose is turned up, as his her mouth, which is full and smiling at the camera.

“Get me the place of death on this girl.” He hands the disk back to Caren, whose eyes widen when he realizes that a Master is talking to him.

“Oh Okay.” He stutters.

“Have it to me in twenty minutes.” Jay walks off, to the darkness of the alley to the grave of the watchers.

To see his mother.