Grim
by:
97
Views
Views
6 Votes
Chapter 1:- heavan it not all its cracked up to be.
When you think of death you think old people who have lived long lives with memories of love, children and grand children, that statement is bullshit people of all ages die everywhere people like me who are nineteen.
when I first entered heaven if you can even call it that, I walked in to a white office with lots of white furniture that looked like it was from Ikea Grace told me that heaven wasn't like in the movies. heaven was more like a large company and God was the CEO and intake advisors like Grace where office works, I remembered the first moments after the large grand piano fell on me and ended my life she told me in the after life you have to earn your wings. me since I’m new I get the lucky job of being Grim reaper. Great right, not so much. A large man tells me to stand in front the a camera, he takes my picture 20 minutes later he take plastic card and a passport
"your name is officially Alexander Walsh your 21 years old, I gawked at him he was actually serious. Grace shook her head.
"come with me"
grace lined up in a long line and past me a green form.
"fill this out" after filling out the green form and finally getting to the front a middle age lady with gray hair and a name tag with the name Pam called next she looked at me
"new guy "she took a large red stamp and stamped the word New York, the next thing I new I was walked down a street lined with yellow cabs and restaurants.
"Where are we” I asked Grace?
"east village, your superior is name is Axle don’t piss her off Roger or should I say Alexander” I grimaced I had been dead for twenty-four hours and he wanted to see his mother and sister.
"cant I go see my family" I asked
grace told me a couldn’t it was agenist the rules not letting people see there family after they die it was suppose to make it easier, she did tell me they my body and everything was going fine my funeral was next week
grace walked up to an older looking building that had a coffee shop underneath it she walked to a glass door and buzzed number 4 a groggy voice answered
"what the fuck do you want Grace"
the female voice said.
Grace told the voice coming out of the speaker to shut up and let her the fuck in we walked up 4 flights of stairs
a snort girl who looked no more then sixteen opened the door she was in black dance short and a purple tank top her long black hair was in a pony tale
"you said the fifth of march it still February"
"so I was a little off, well he's your problem now" grace pushed in to the apartment the short girl signed
and grab the papers in my hand.
"Roger Moore age 19 cause of death falling piano" she looked at me unfazed
"that’s new. well I’m off to bed your room is down the hall if your hungry the number for twenty-four hour pizza is on the refrigerator with a fifty don’t bug me and will make this shitty situation work"
after ordering two cheese pizza and a Coke I was sitting in front of the TV watch the victoria Achannel news the report of the death was 10 minutes long I missed my mom and my life I walked down the hall and knocked on Axle’s door .
"Its opened" she said "sorry to bug you but I was wondering if. Well. you know-" she cut him off. “I’m tired we will talk more tomorrow go to bed.”
I left her room and entered the one down the hall; there was a large bed with two dressers and a closet and out the tiny window there was a fire escape I looked in my pocket for a smoke seeing if some had come with me. I was lucky I had one smoke, after climbing out the window and sitting on the fire escape I finally had my some and thought over my day in twenty-seven hours my live ended .
the next day he woke there was a loud noise and he didn’t know what it was maybe he didn’t die and was in the hospital thing beeping he smiled and thought I’m alive he opened his eyes Axle had ear muff on and was blowing and air horn in face he frowned he was dead still.
Shit.
"Get up we have a long day and I’m hungry"
Axle was wearing a knee length leather jacket electric green leopard tights and knee high T.U.K boots her black hair was down past her shoulders in a straight style. She was pale I guess death make you pale I after a quick shower I opened the closet and grab a pair of jeans and a white shirt Axle was waiting for me by the front door.
"Where going to be late"
we approached the subway Axle explained that she well now we handle suicides and murders.
"So what do we do?"
"We wait."
An hour past then another till a pretty blond walked down the stars she looked said.
"pay attention" she said the blond girl approached the front of the platform Axle when up and brushed by her shoulder and walked back to me. there were only few people where a round since it was only four in the morning she looked around I could here the train she took a deep breath a jumped I was shocked I had just watch some one kill them self’s Axle watched the people crowd around then I saw the girl she was standing behind them looking around.
"Come on” Axle said.
After explaining to the blond who’s name was Alice what happened, she nodded another person came up to us and took her.
"so what do we do" I asked as we sat down at a Brooklyn diner"
"we make sure there soul gets out of there bodies so they feel no pain it make’s it easy for them no memories of it, then we hand them off to intake advisors like Grace”
“What happens if there soul doesn’t come out?” I continued
“Then we take it out” she replied
We didn’t talk anymore after that Axle picked up her menu. a large women with frizzy hair came up to our booth.
“What are we having today” Axle gave her, her order.
“And you sir” she looked at wait wasn’t I dead how could she see me I gave her my order quickly and quietly
“How can she see me” I asked after she left our table, the lady came back a minute later with our food.
“Its simple, you’re undead now. Well until you collect all your souls”
“And how many do I have to collect?”
“You don’t really no till you have your last one” she munched on a piece of bacon.
We entered a large apartment building on east 77th street a man and a little boy where waiting for an elevator axle casually touched the little boy and walked into the elevator.
We didn’t talk on the way home. I was still think about the boy and how he was now dead.
“Where do kids go when they die like little kids?” Axle poked at her wanton soup.
“I don’t really know”
It’s not that I didn’t like Axle she was just different after all she died in the 70’ds I didn’t know how she died and I wanted to know but it felt to personal right now.
“How did you die?” he put his hand over this mouth
Axle looked at him and took a breath her eyes held to emotion.
“it none of your business” she said,though for a second I still wanted to know, it wasn’t my business.
I was about to apologize when she cut him off.
“Don’t worry about” she said, “it happened along time ago”
later that night after showering and eating I sat on the fire escape having yet another ciggerette, the city of new york was strage planet to him he grew in a rather small city. the mystery about Axle was thick so thick you could cut with with a knife when they wernt out getting souls she was stuffed up in her room listing to 70’s rock in roll and ignoreing him. im completely alone I thought and I put out the cigg and crawled back in to my bed room. I walked out of my bed room and to the kitchen maybe he could just call and here his sister or mothers voice, I diaeld my number
“hello” answerd the meek voice of my sister. Roger or rather Alex walsh didnt know what to do he hug up and pinched the brige of his nose he notest from the cornner of his eye he could see Axle leaning agenist the dooor frame.
“it get’s easyer” she says looking at me with emotion it was the fisrt time he say something in her maybe just maybe Axle wasn’t as heartless as he thought.
When you think of death you think old people who have lived long lives with memories of love, children and grand children, that statement is bullshit people of all ages die everywhere people like me who are nineteen.when I first entered heaven if you can even call it that, I walked in to a white office with lots of white furniture that looked like it was from Ikea Grace told me that heaven wasn't like in the movies. heaven was more like a large company and God was the CEO and intake advisors like Grace where office works, I remembered the first moments after the large grand piano fell on me and ended my life she told me in the after life you have to earn your wings. me since I’m new I get the lucky job of being Grim reaper. Great right, not so much. A large man tells me to stand in front the a camera, he takes my picture 20 minutes later he take plastic card and a passport
"your name is officially Alexander Walsh your 21 years old, I gawked at him he was actually serious. Grace shook her head.
"come with me"
grace lined up in a long line and past me a green form.
"fill this out" after filling out the green form and finally getting to the front a middle age lady with gray hair and a name tag with the name Pam called next she looked at me
"new guy "she took a large red stamp and stamped the word New York, the next thing I new I was walked down a street lined with yellow cabs and restaurants.
"Where are we” I asked Grace?
"east village, your superior is name is Axle don’t piss her off Roger or should I say Alexander” I grimaced I had been dead for twenty-four hours and he wanted to see his mother and sister.
"cant I go see my family" I asked
grace told me a couldn’t it was agenist the rules not letting people see there family after they die it was suppose to make it easier, she did tell me they my body and everything was going fine my funeral was next week
grace walked up to an older looking building that had a coffee shop underneath it she walked to a glass door and buzzed number 4 a groggy voice answered
"what the fuck do you want Grace"
the female voice said.
Grace told the voice coming out of the speaker to shut up and let her the fuck in we walked up 4 flights of stairs
a snort girl who looked no more then sixteen opened the door she was in black dance short and a purple tank top her long black hair was in a pony tale
"you said the fifth of march it still February"
"so I was a little off, well he's your problem now" grace pushed in to the apartment the short girl signed
and grab the papers in my hand.
"Roger Moore age 19 cause of death falling piano" she looked at me unfazed
"that’s new. well I’m off to bed your room is down the hall if your hungry the number for twenty-four hour pizza is on the refrigerator with a fifty don’t bug me and will make this shitty situation work"
after ordering two cheese pizza and a Coke I was sitting in front of the TV watch the victoria Achannel news the report of the death was 10 minutes long I missed my mom and my life I walked down the hall and knocked on Axle’s door .
"Its opened" she said "sorry to bug you but I was wondering if. Well. you know-" she cut him off. “I’m tired we will talk more tomorrow go to bed.”
I left her room and entered the one down the hall; there was a large bed with two dressers and a closet and out the tiny window there was a fire escape I looked in my pocket for a smoke seeing if some had come with me. I was lucky I had one smoke, after climbing out the window and sitting on the fire escape I finally had my some and thought over my day in twenty-seven hours my live ended .
the next day he woke there was a loud noise and he didn’t know what it was maybe he didn’t die and was in the hospital thing beeping he smiled and thought I’m alive he opened his eyes Axle had ear muff on and was blowing and air horn in face he frowned he was dead still.
Shit.
"Get up we have a long day and I’m hungry"
Axle was wearing a knee length leather jacket electric green leopard tights and knee high T.U.K boots her black hair was down past her shoulders in a straight style. She was pale I guess death make you pale I after a quick shower I opened the closet and grab a pair of jeans and a white shirt Axle was waiting for me by the front door.
"Where going to be late"
we approached the subway Axle explained that she well now we handle suicides and murders.
"So what do we do?"
"We wait."
An hour past then another till a pretty blond walked down the stars she looked said.
"pay attention" she said the blond girl approached the front of the platform Axle when up and brushed by her shoulder and walked back to me. there were only few people where a round since it was only four in the morning she looked around I could here the train she took a deep breath a jumped I was shocked I had just watch some one kill them self’s Axle watched the people crowd around then I saw the girl she was standing behind them looking around.
"Come on” Axle said.
After explaining to the blond who’s name was Alice what happened, she nodded another person came up to us and took her.
"so what do we do" I asked as we sat down at a Brooklyn diner"
"we make sure there soul gets out of there bodies so they feel no pain it make’s it easy for them no memories of it, then we hand them off to intake advisors like Grace”
“What happens if there soul doesn’t come out?” I continued
“Then we take it out” she replied
We didn’t talk anymore after that Axle picked up her menu. a large women with frizzy hair came up to our booth.
“What are we having today” Axle gave her, her order.
“And you sir” she looked at wait wasn’t I dead how could she see me I gave her my order quickly and quietly
“How can she see me” I asked after she left our table, the lady came back a minute later with our food.
“Its simple, you’re undead now. Well until you collect all your souls”
“And how many do I have to collect?”
“You don’t really no till you have your last one” she munched on a piece of bacon.
We entered a large apartment building on east 77th street a man and a little boy where waiting for an elevator axle casually touched the little boy and walked into the elevator.
We didn’t talk on the way home. I was still think about the boy and how he was now dead.
“Where do kids go when they die like little kids?” Axle poked at her wanton soup.
“I don’t really know”
It’s not that I didn’t like Axle she was just different after all she died in the 70’ds I didn’t know how she died and I wanted to know but it felt to personal right now.
“How did you die?” he put his hand over this mouth
Axle looked at him and took a breath her eyes held to emotion.
“it none of your business” she said,though for a second I still wanted to know, it wasn’t my business.
I was about to apologize when she cut him off.
“Don’t worry about” she said, “it happened along time ago”
later that night after showering and eating I sat on the fire escape having yet another ciggerette, the city of new york was strage planet to him he grew in a rather small city. the mystery about Axle was thick so thick you could cut with with a knife when they wernt out getting souls she was stuffed up in her room listing to 70’s rock in roll and ignoreing him. im completely alone I thought and I put out the cigg and crawled back in to my bed room. I walked out of my bed room and to the kitchen maybe he could just call and here his sister or mothers voice, I diaeld my number
“hello” answerd the meek voice of my sister. Roger or rather Alex walsh didnt know what to do he hug up and pinched the brige of his nose he notest from the cornner of his eye he could see Axle leaning agenist the dooor frame.
“it get’s easyer” she says looking at me with emotion it was the fisrt time he say something in her maybe just maybe Axle wasn’t as heartless as he thought.
