I carefully walk around the dark and empty house. It’s 3 AM...I’ve been up since 11 PM, and the floorboards creak as I walk steadily in a random person's home. I’m currently finishing my last ‘job’ of the night if you’d like to call it that. My ‘job’ is taking away lives, not the most fun thing but it is what it is, and I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I’m a goddess of death, I didn’t want to be but like I said, I had no choice.

Anyways, continuing on.I flip up my big black hood that falls down my body in a grim reaper styled robe. Tonight’s last mission is easier than others. The man I’m supposed to kill is very old and in bad health. Right now he’s sleeping alone in his house, his wife died many years ago.

I creep into his room and walk to his bedside. This will be a painless death; he was a good man after all. I stretched out my hand, which now turns from its usual fleshy form to a skeleton form. I touched his head and mumble the lines I always mumble as the body slowly stops breathing and working. I watch sadly as the man is finally dead. Tears well up in my eyes but I push them back like usual. No matter how many times I do this, I always feel bad for these helpless humans…well the innocent ones at least.

I leave the house through the back door and wander the streets to a gas station to get a pack of cigarettes. Then I can head home to that amazing house I share with my two best friends and fellow goddesses, Eryn and Pam. It’s a beautiful home, huge. We each have our own sections, a spacious bedroom, bathroom, closet and kitchen. In the center of the house is a giant living room we all share and an extra kitchen if we’re too lazy to walk to our quarters of the house while hanging out.

I can’t help but think of how comfortable my bed will be when I get home. I’ll be lucky to get some sort of sleep before school in the morning. That’s right…school. When I and the two other goddesses were sent down to the earth when we were all high school aged. Two years have passed and I’m still in my senior year, though I've been told I look old enough to be out.

Okay, change of topic. My two best friends are Eryn and Pam, well technically their names are Decima and Nona but those names wouldn’t fit in to this world. They are goddesses like I mentioned before. Pam aids in giving life to people and Eryn estimates how long the person is to live. She reminds me when time's up for each person then I come in and…yeah, you know.

I finally reach to the gas station and now in my regular clothing I look just like my normal 18 year old self. I slip up to the counter and ask for a pack of Marlboro’s. The clerk unlocks the cabinet and gets the pack, telling me how much I owe him and asking for my ID. I show him and give him the exact amount, already knowing very well how much it costs. I nod and head out of the shop. I walk around a corner and light up a cig but get stopped by some slimball.

“Hey gorgeous… Don’t you know how dangerous it is to walk around here this late?? And all alone??” His grimy voice drags on the word ‘alone’.

“Buzz off creep..” I growl.

“Aw c’mon, I meant no harm to such a pretty girl..” He coos pathetically. I keep walking until his hand grips onto my hip.

My cigarette falls out of my mouth from the nerve of this asshole. I turn and smile as I stare into his eyes. He smiles back but I ignore it and keep staring into his eyes, as I finish figuring out that he’s 33 years old and technically has 13 years left to live…until he decided to mess with me. I keep smiling, my legs, arms, hands and body turn to a skeleton in a black cloak. My face disintegrates into a skull and my scythe appears. The look of horror on the man’s face makes a loud laugh escape my skull.

“I’m not so pretty now, am I???” I growl as I take my scythe and draw the life out of the man. His hand drops from my hip and his body falls to the ground. “What a waste of a cigarette..” I sigh.

I pull up my hood, and using my scythe, vanish into thin air until I’m home. I enter through my side bedroom door and collapse onto my bed. Hoping I will be able to sleep…but like usual, I can’t. The guilt of the job is too much sometimes. I grab my iPhone and turn on some music through my speakers and stare at the ceiling as the sun slowly rises.

Notes

Okay, first story on my new account! I don't know how often I'll be able to update but hopefully I can do it often!
Let me know what you think so far!

-Illusionist