A Lethal Connection{ON PAUSE}

Chapter 1

- Death POV

"Today's the day," I murmured to myself as the line shuffled forward.

I was in an all white room, on a gigantic single file line, people shuffling forward just as the person in the front when through the door at the end.

Today, the people of the Inbetween, the space between Heaven and Hell, were going to be given our Fates.

"Ready to get your Fate, dude?" my friend Kain asked me.

"Can you even be ready for these things?" I joked.

"Not really," he replied, "It's a 50/50 chance. Reaper or Anti-Death. Either you become a murderer or a murderer of murderers."

"No one wins," I chuckled.

"Y'know, after seventeen straight years of just physical, mental, and emotional training from birth, we'd be stiff as rocks," Kain muttered after a short period of silence.

I grinned, "I guess we were just the lucky ones."

"Kain," a voice boomed from the room.

"Welp, that's me," Kain grinned. He proceeded to the door, waving, "See ya on the flip-side."

"Hmm..." I murmured aloud, "I wonder what he's gonna be..."

After about five or so minutes, I heard my name called.

"Death."

A few people behind me began to whisper and not-so-subtly point at me.

Yep. My name. Death. Everyone in the Inbetween would always tease me and talk about me due to my name. Death. They all said it was some kind of omen that I was gonna be a Reaper when I got older.

I never bought it.

I calmly walked into the room, and I was a little surprised when all of a sudden the floor dropped beneath me and I started falling.

After a few seconds, my feet landed on something, but I wasn't sure what, because I was in complete darkness.

"Are you prepared to receive your Fate?" the voice asked. I couldn't see, but whatever it was, it was close, thought I couldn't pinpoint exactly where. Its voice was all over the place.

"That's kinda why I'm here," I responded.

"Your tone," the voice said, "It is not as hardened as most that come through here. Are you certain you are ready?"

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," I said, hinting at whoever-they-were to get on with the procession.

"Are you aware of the role of a Reaper and Anti-Death in their fields?"

"Yep. Reapers get assigned to people they need to kill and Anti-Deaths, since there are so many, get one person they need to keep alive. Fate decides who does what... or something. Right?"

"Yes," the voice boomed again, "and you, by will of Fate, are... an Anti-Death? Hmm... perhaps there was an error...?"