by Harbinger of Death
Move over, I was here first.
Doesnt matter. I got killed first, so I have first dibs.
Thats not fair!
Is so. Afterlife rules.
Theres no such thing!
The bickering in the death mansions holding cell was getting worse and worse. The
place was pretty big, considering the basement was the size of the whole expanse of the
mansions area, and there were plenty of supplies and things to do and partitions
where they could be separated. But these were Debs, which meant they were fiercely
possessive, and often coveted what another had simply because the other person had it.
I need out of this place, Omar groaned.
Oh, I dont know, said Nydiva. I think its kind of cozy down
here. She batted her eyes at him.
Are you crazy? Its a madhouse in here. These damned bars are keeping us all in
here and were driving each other nuts. If we werent already dead, wed
kill each other. Listen to that commotion!
Thats it! yelled Astraea. Ive had it with you! She
took the can opener and threw it at Lady Pegasus. Even though it couldnt hurt her,
LP ducked, and it hit a corner of her wing, which was neatly sliced off. The crowd of dead
See what youve done! LP cried, outraged. My poor wing! She
flexed the ghostly appendage, and the piece on the floor wiggled. Hey, that was
neat. Wiggle, wiggle.
A lightbulb went on over Astraeas head. Do you know what this means?
It means when we get back to life you and me are gonna scrap, thats
No, no, it means that maybe theres a way out of here. Astraea picked up
the piece and tossed it at the cell wall. It sailed deftly between the bars and landed
outside the prison perimeter. They all looked at each other. Freedom was just a can opener
Meanwhile, the Harbinger of Death, unsuspecting of any shenanigans down under, went on
with his dastardly business. It was time to get some miscellaneous Debs. So he headed
toward the Guest House, where he found Robert, Jerry Helper, Seria, Katelin, and the
Wandering Gypsy. They had only been passing through, but my goodness, we must do a
thorough job, musnt we? He looked at his watch. Oh my goodness, look at the time,
and so many more Debs yet to kill! This would have to be a quick one. He paused for a
moment to think of something efficient yet satisfactorily gruesome. Ah! Got it!
While they slept, the visitors had no idea that the air they breathed was contaminated
with a toxic gas. By the time they felt the burning in their lungs, it was too late. They
sat up gasping for air in their beds, their eyes watering and noses running. Their vision
was blurred as each tried to escape their rooms, run for help, throw open a window,
anything. But they were blinded by the fumes, choking, unable to function. Their heads
spun as their sensibility left them, and they had no choice but to succumb to the numbness
that spread throughout their bodies. Five more bodies. Ten glazed eyes staring lifelessly
at the ceiling.
Posted on Oct 12 1999, 02:04 AM