Red 232

Death Date

He strode into the dim room, shutting the door behind him quietly. The room was bare with the only source of light being emitted from the soft glow of several computer screens. They were positioned along the far wall and could be mistaken for TV's. He smiled as he crossed the room in just a few long strides.

He sat down at the rolling chair that was placed in front of the screens. Humming cheerfully, he already felt at home. He stretched and popped his knuckles to loosen up his stiff hands. The four average sized computer monitors were synchronized to form one massive screen.

He moved the wireless pear shaped mouse to the top left screen. He clicked on a file named Red 232, opening it and a list of exactly 68 names appeared almost instantly. He tapped his slender fingers on the desk in a rhythm.

Pity hit him as he knew that each of these people were now on a deadline. He skimmed over the names, girls and boys each between fourteen and twenty. Each name was a link with a folder attached showing every detail about their life. Every thought, action, and word that they've created. Nothing was secret.

He was a "reaper". His job? To read the folders and decide on a logical date of decease. Humanity thought that death was a random, inescapable thing. Their idea of death is a skeleton in a cloak with a comically long scythe. That death was unknown, but he knew better. Each one was carefully planned out with precision.

He had to input codes to create the command of death. He wrote scriptures but each set of names used a different language. That was the difficult part. Learning all the different sequences. This set was particularly easy, basic binary coding.

He chuckled to himself at their image of death and thought of himself in a cloak with a scythe. The absurdity amused him.

His fingers glided over the paper thin keyboard with grace. He clicked on the first name trying to ignore the sorrow that filled him.

It was a sixteen year old girl with waist length blond hair and warm, hazel colored eyes. Her file stated that her name was Elizabeth Renée Williams.

A light tugging pulled at the back of his brain, a thought he had never had before. 'She's beautiful...' He stared at her picture longer than normal. He shook his head, putting emotions and that strange thought to the side. He took a shaky breath as he started to read and determine.

A/N: So um I know its not a lot, but I will add more and update at least twice a week I promise. This isn't the end. Also, I need names and ideas for characters, so if you want to be in the book just comment. :)