A promise is a promise
by Harbinger of Death
The Harbinger had a specific mission in mind. He swooped down the halls of the dorm,
invoking his invisibility so that no one would see him, and swept into Bluetopazs
room. She sat at her desk looking over some papers. How to kill her? Hed promised
her a painless death, but since nobody else seemed concerned about keeping any semblance
of order when they dealt with him, why should he bother either?
She lifted her head. I can tell youre there, she said, sensing his
presence. Come on out.
He became visible and gripped his scythe, standing wordlessly before her. Its
your turn, he said in a low, flat voice.
Bt watched him for a moment. She was almost afraid of him, too. But something had to be
said, and nobody but her would have the nerve to say it. Sit down, she said.
I need to speak with you.
He paused at the request, but complied. Make it quick. I have a schedule.
I heard about the girls at the picnic.
That was rather unlike you.
I killed them. How is that unlike me? he scoffed.
You usually use some kind of creative method in your killings, almost as if it were
a form of art. This time you just slashed them to ribbons. I want to know why.
Why? You want to know why? Its nobodys damn business why! His eyes
blazed red again.
Yes, it is. Bt was calm, but firm. You know, theres something you
should be aware of. Underneath all that, I know youre a real person, just like me,
just like everybody else. I know that one of the ghosts in the cell, if youve killed
yourself already, is a holographic projection, so nobody misses you. But let me tell you
something. She leaned forward. You remember when Cupid was so jealous about
Psyche that he turned into a monster?
Of course I do.
And you remember that if he kept letting it overtake him, it would have changed him
Yes, of course. So what?
Thats what could happen to you.
Im not lying! Bt was starting to get angry. Zeus told me about it.
Youre letting the rage get to you, and its transforming you. Stand up and look
in the mirror.
HoD frowned, but did so, just to prove her wrong. Look, she said. See
how much taller you are now. See how much wider in the shoulders. I know you can tell. I
know you can feel your strength increasing. But listen to me. Youve got to stop it,
or else itll change you forever and youll never get to be you again.
Youll always be the Harbinger of Death, every single day of the year, and
youll always feel that burning anger and hatred and bloodlust. Dont let it
happen. We would miss you too much. Blue looked at him and reached forth to touch
his hood. He flinched, but did not move. She pushed the hood back to show the face of the
person inside the Harbinger. I would miss you too much, she said, and patted
the cheek, which was now human and tear-stained.
HoD shrank, just a little, back to the former deathly size and strength. I
didnt mean to let it get away with me...I have so much on me right now. Pressure.
Work. When things started coming at me, I overreacted, although the sentiment was genuine
and still is. I cant have anything messing up my plans, thats all. I just
wanted a little time to do it my way.
I know. And I understand. You have the right to feel however you want to feel about
it. Just remember that this is all in fun, which is how you intended it from the very
beginning, when you first killed me three years ago and everybody was ready to thump you,
not understanding your intentions. Bluetopaz laughed at the memory, and so did HoD.
I appreciate it. But I do need to get back to work. A human hand put the hood
back on, and then the bony deathmeister returned. And I really do have to kill you
I need you to keep order down there. Theyre really getting out of hand. Maybe
if you were in there with them....
All right, all right, Bt sighed. But remember your promise. Quick and
Hm, thats right. Let me think a minute. Ah, I have an idea! Okay, sit down,
and listen very carefully. Close your eyes....picture the place that you consider to be
paradise. The sun is warm on your face, you can hear the birds singing, and you can smell
the flowers in the air. Youre looking at it through a window....but now youre
walking through a door to step into it. Its so delightful there. You hear someone
call your name. You see the man you love most in the world holding out his arms to you.
Walk toward him...touch his hands...his arms...feel them come around you, and walk into
his embrace. You feel warm. You feel loved. You feel safe.
Bt was leaned forward in her chair, a content look on her face as she pictured the lovely
scene inside her mind, and it was then that the Harbinger of Death reached forth and ever
so gently pulled her spirit from her body, and hugged it.
When she opened her eyes, she looked down to see her body in the chair. She looked at HoD
and smiled. Thanks, she said. Lets go.
Reposted on Oct 22 1999, 12:32 PM