1 Chapter 1!

    His whistles were enclosed, echoing throughout the tunnel as he sharpened his weapon. The tunnel was mostly dark. A dull light bulb was placed over his work station and one over the chair of his victim.

He wore a simple smile on his face that had a metal mask that covered his forehead and went down to his nose. Two holes pierced through the metal where his eyes were.

   His wicked black eyes peeped out through the metal. His weapon was now to his pleasing, as sharp as an hit man's eyes.

   He brought the weapon before his face and stared at it. It was just perfect.

   He backed away from his workstation where he kept most of his tools and started walking to his victim. His heavy booths collided with the water below his feet as he walked.

  Suddenly, screams of pain and torture came from the chair ahead.

He licked his lips as he stood before her.

   Her face was bleeding everywhere. Blood came from every corner. She appeared in Her early twenties. Her eyes looked weak and pale. Her hair seemed blond or white but after soaked with blood, it was now a brownish-red.

  "Please... Don't hurt me anymore... Please... I beg you" Her busted lips uttered.

He leaned forward, holding his hands behind his back. He stared at the pitiful thing that was tied to the wooden chair.

Her head kept tilting back and repositioning itself straight. Drops of blood fell in the puddle below.

In his eyes, she looked good. All that blood blended so well with her eyes giving her a distinct look.

His lips curled, forming a sinful smile. The poor thing in the chair could no longer form words, she was too weak.

He strode closer to her. This time, he stood before her, so close that a hand couldn't fit between he and his victim.

Her dimming eyes looked up at him while blood slid down her eyebrows. "Ple... Please.." She managed to utter.

He took his hands from behind him. Holding the weapon before her face, he seemed hesitant. He rubbed his head as if confused. Suddenly, he grabbed into her bloody hair. She tried to fight while shaking her head but he thought her to be foolish trying to fight death.

He released her. He stood over her with that sinister smile on his face. The dagger in his hand needed to be planted somewhere, it needed more blood. He swiped it on both sides of her face, slicing her cheeks.

She cried out in pain. That's what he loves to hear. The cries of his victims as they slowly slip away.

The game was beginning to be no fun for him. The boredom was killing his mood.

He positioned the dagger above her head. He backed away so he could see the look on her face as she slips away.

She managed to let out a, "Don't.." before he jammed the knife into her skull. He watched carefully as her eyes rolled over inside her head and blood gushed from her mouth. Soon, there wasn't a hint of life left in that body.

His tools were too essential to be left in someone's skull. He pulled the dagger out of her allowing blood to spit from her head. He caught some of the blood in his hand and clenched his fist as blood dripped to the ground.

  Then, he traipsed back to his workstation while blood dripped from his dagger.

  He sat in a dusty wooden chair stained with blood. All his tools layed on his desk before him along with, a jar of human ears, a jar of human eye balls, a jar of human tongues. All jars were filled with some kind of liquid. He wiped both sides of the dagger across his leather pants cleaning the blood away.

Then, he pulled out a black metal chest from under the desk. It was a small rectangle that had two apartments, the top and the bottom. To see inside the chest you'd have to pull the top off, but, it's pretty tricky because if you don't know what your doing, you might lose a hand.

He placed the chest on the table and pulled it open. It was filled with pens, papers, envelopes and a red stamp.

He took a paper from the pile, a envelope, a pen and the stamp. He opened his fist and dipped the point of the pen in the blood in his hand. And he wrote-

Dear Hell,

I sent another one today. One that had a bright smile. One that would serve you well. One that may or may not be missed. One that will be your slave for eternity. From your humble servant,

Death Himself.

And he stamped the bottom left corner of the letter with her blood, folding it into a square and placing it in the envelope.

He took up some tools along with the envelope and walked back to his victim. He touched his finger on her head where blood ran. He used the tip of blood on his finger to seal the envelope. Then, he cut her belly open and planted the envelope inside her and sewed her back up while humming to a strange song.

Then, his whistles continued, sounding like the tune of a cheerful song as he walked back to his workstation.

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  It was another uninspiring day. One that involved Coral watching her boss humiliate yet another co-worker. That have been a sort of trend for her as of late.

She sat before her desk filled with paper, crushed and not crushed... Yet. She had a pen in hand, she kept it at the corner of her lips.

Her little office space was parted from the other booth like offices by metal walls that never touched the ceiling.

She sighed as she looked at the pile of work she had before her. She leant back in her swivel chair contemplating the computer's screen ahead.

She wandered if her best friend, Rory Collins, ever found his dream apartment back in Pennsylvania. He always talked about that place. His mother grew up there and he thought that was a good way to honor her.

Coral and her bestfriend haven't spoken in years, let alone to see each other. She sighed and shook her head. "It's all for the best" She uttered.

"Did someone say coffee?" Dave with the mop of red on his head along with big glasses peeped over the metal wall stretching a cup of paper coffee over.

Coral stood up and curled her lips forcing a smile that barely convinced Dave that she was happy. She took the coffee from his hand. "Thanks, bud," She said sitting down.

"And sometimes, you have to stand up for yourself, stop letting people trample on you, no job is worth it" She says before he disappeared from her sight.

  "Get this done!" Mrs Smith, her boss walks in and throws a file on her desk.

Coral looked up at her while sipping her coffee. "Sure" She says.

Mrs Smith stood there watching her. Waiting for her to comply but she continued sipping her coffee.

"Now!" She yelled as if tutoring her child.

Coral lowered her cup and stared into her eyes. "Do I look like your child? Or do I look like a member of your family?" Coral asked dryly.

Mrs Smith stared at her in disbelief. She never expected such behavior from Coral that had always been obedient.

"Are you talking to me?" She asked pointing a finger at her chest.

Coral repositioned the tip of her cup before her lips. She took a slow sip. "You should try this, it's really good" She smiles.

"Are you okay up there?" Mrs Smith asked pointing to Coral's head. "And you know what? I don't care, Your fired!" She turned around and walked back to once she came.

"Okay, cool" Coral uttered and continued sipping her coffee, this time, she relaxed, leaning back in her chair.

Everyone down Coral's block was now peeping over at Coral's little office space.