The first to get the news of Wills death was his parents. Jeanie and Guy, they sat at home like always the day they got the letter. Jeanie screamed down the stairs, Did you get the mail today?!
Guy screamed back, Yeah, I did.
Jeanie looked on the counter that was piled with cluttered magazines and letter, Where did you put it?!
Guy got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen where on the counter was the huge pile of clutter and he pointed to a stacked row. I put it there. Jeanie started to go through it, all junk mail and bills, until she got one she didnt recognize, she adjusted her glasses and looked down at the letter opening it up and reading it intently, mumbling to herself as she read it.
She hadnt seen her son in years and looked up at Guy announcing his death from a gunshot to the head and a hit to a toilet seat. They started to cry, Guy taking his wife in his arms and letting her cry on his shoulder. They hadnt seen there son it what seem liked forever and now he was dead.
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The next to find out were his friends and relatives, invited to the funeral, which would be held. They didnt pay much for the coffin, just enough for little white cushion, and the black paint around the boxed compartment. Everyone at the funeral knew him as Will, but some knew him also as Shift. Shift was his assassin name, or the one some people called him by. Yet, since his family was there, they would call him by Will.
No one seemed to be crying, it was to be expected of one not close to his family, and was an assassin. He thought it funny, as he stood there, watching his own funeral, no one could recognize him in his new body. Only one could, and that was the man standing next to him. He was suppose to be Shifts mentor, in a way. A mentor of taking souls. Yet, in this half life they seemed to be stuck in, there were dangers.
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Journal #1-
I am keeping this journal of my life here, in a body I cant see until I look in the mirror to see it isnt the body I use to have. I have this mentor, supposedly I have to do as he says. His name is John, or so people call him. He says there are dangers to being a soul taker. I wouldnt understand why, but I guess there are danger in all lives.
He says that a lot of the mythical creatures humans believe in seem to become real, but you can only see them when you are in this half type of world. It doesnt seem like a different world to me, it looks like the human world, but maybe we are just seeing the soul of the real people.
It all seems quite confusing, and this is not a job I want to do. John says I will get use to the idea sooner or later. Well, he introduced me to the group I will be working with, seems like they either have jobs or steal things for a living, after all they have to live with their new bodies. They suggested I get a job, In this new body however, I have no good qualifications.
So, I found this job for being a janitor at a Middle School near by. They pay okay, but the good thing is, is that the school is very flexible with times, so if I have to take a soul in the school hours, I can. Unfortunately, I just hope they dont look up my resume, I had to lie a little to make it look realistic, I couldnt just put down Soul Taker.
I started sharing an apartment with Shady, what a character he seems to be. He is my partner in soul taking, great for me, not! Shady is one that steals, he however gets enough money for rent, now he only needs half though, with me paying the other half. The funny thing is that Shady gets away with crimes because soul takers dont have finger prints. It is like we were never there.
I asked Shady more about the dangers in this world, I still hadnt found a difference in this world to make it seem like it is another world. All he was good for was this, Just, always watch your back. Great person, huh?
I dont think he fully understands either, and I dont think he cares. He was probably a bum in the other world, with his scratchy brown hair and how sickly skinny he is. Yet, when he looks in the mirror, he too looks like a different person. It is all too hard to describe.
The next week, I finally got my first job as they thought giving me a week would let me understand more, going on jobs with Shady. This day, however, Shady would be with me, but I was the one that had to take the soul. It didnt seem to hard, all we had to do was sort of pet the person. Again however, John told me to watch out for the dangers. Seemed like no one was actually naming what the dangers were.
Seems like my first job was a guy named H. Jishel. At 6 AM, tomorrow morning. Then it had a street location. I asked Shady again what the dangers were, but he gave no reply, just a moan as he rolled over in his bed. I guess it is best if I go to bed too, after all, I have to wake up early, and so did Shady, as he had to look after me, as I did him.
Guy screamed back, Yeah, I did.
Jeanie looked on the counter that was piled with cluttered magazines and letter, Where did you put it?!
Guy got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen where on the counter was the huge pile of clutter and he pointed to a stacked row. I put it there. Jeanie started to go through it, all junk mail and bills, until she got one she didnt recognize, she adjusted her glasses and looked down at the letter opening it up and reading it intently, mumbling to herself as she read it.
She hadnt seen her son in years and looked up at Guy announcing his death from a gunshot to the head and a hit to a toilet seat. They started to cry, Guy taking his wife in his arms and letting her cry on his shoulder. They hadnt seen there son it what seem liked forever and now he was dead.
* * *
The next to find out were his friends and relatives, invited to the funeral, which would be held. They didnt pay much for the coffin, just enough for little white cushion, and the black paint around the boxed compartment. Everyone at the funeral knew him as Will, but some knew him also as Shift. Shift was his assassin name, or the one some people called him by. Yet, since his family was there, they would call him by Will.
No one seemed to be crying, it was to be expected of one not close to his family, and was an assassin. He thought it funny, as he stood there, watching his own funeral, no one could recognize him in his new body. Only one could, and that was the man standing next to him. He was suppose to be Shifts mentor, in a way. A mentor of taking souls. Yet, in this half life they seemed to be stuck in, there were dangers.
* * *
Journal #1-
I am keeping this journal of my life here, in a body I cant see until I look in the mirror to see it isnt the body I use to have. I have this mentor, supposedly I have to do as he says. His name is John, or so people call him. He says there are dangers to being a soul taker. I wouldnt understand why, but I guess there are danger in all lives.
He says that a lot of the mythical creatures humans believe in seem to become real, but you can only see them when you are in this half type of world. It doesnt seem like a different world to me, it looks like the human world, but maybe we are just seeing the soul of the real people.
It all seems quite confusing, and this is not a job I want to do. John says I will get use to the idea sooner or later. Well, he introduced me to the group I will be working with, seems like they either have jobs or steal things for a living, after all they have to live with their new bodies. They suggested I get a job, In this new body however, I have no good qualifications.
So, I found this job for being a janitor at a Middle School near by. They pay okay, but the good thing is, is that the school is very flexible with times, so if I have to take a soul in the school hours, I can. Unfortunately, I just hope they dont look up my resume, I had to lie a little to make it look realistic, I couldnt just put down Soul Taker.
I started sharing an apartment with Shady, what a character he seems to be. He is my partner in soul taking, great for me, not! Shady is one that steals, he however gets enough money for rent, now he only needs half though, with me paying the other half. The funny thing is that Shady gets away with crimes because soul takers dont have finger prints. It is like we were never there.
I asked Shady more about the dangers in this world, I still hadnt found a difference in this world to make it seem like it is another world. All he was good for was this, Just, always watch your back. Great person, huh?
I dont think he fully understands either, and I dont think he cares. He was probably a bum in the other world, with his scratchy brown hair and how sickly skinny he is. Yet, when he looks in the mirror, he too looks like a different person. It is all too hard to describe.
The next week, I finally got my first job as they thought giving me a week would let me understand more, going on jobs with Shady. This day, however, Shady would be with me, but I was the one that had to take the soul. It didnt seem to hard, all we had to do was sort of pet the person. Again however, John told me to watch out for the dangers. Seemed like no one was actually naming what the dangers were.
Seems like my first job was a guy named H. Jishel. At 6 AM, tomorrow morning. Then it had a street location. I asked Shady again what the dangers were, but he gave no reply, just a moan as he rolled over in his bed. I guess it is best if I go to bed too, after all, I have to wake up early, and so did Shady, as he had to look after me, as I did him.
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