Death was having a cry. The first one he had ever remembered having. This woman was fun, witty, outraious, and had no fear of him at all. " So what should i call you, i mean i cant just keep saying Death this and Death that can I?" Those eyes looked up at him waiting for an answer. he knew all the names in the history of the humans existance, but none really mattered one way or another.
'What would you have me call myself."
" I think that you look kind of like some of the rock stars around here, rough, scarey, dark and lean. Uhmm, lets call you BOB. Just Bob, that way if I get mad at you I can call you Robert too." Again with the eyes looking up at him. He had never expected or needed someone to look up to him, so this wasd a heady experience.
" Bob, I like it."
Turning around Death twisted it around on his suedo tongue, savoring the way the name just flew off of him, so short, curt, strong sounding.
" by the way Bob, my name is Melissa. Glad to meet ya." She stuck out her hand in the way humans greet each other did. Death stiffened, backing away, "oh no, it cant be. Your supposed to be Marissa." Pulling out his notebook, he checked again. Right there it was, Marissa, his next soul. "You must be Marissa, you cant be anyone else. I dont make mistakes like this. You probably forgot your name in all the over dose and almost dying stuff. Please tell me your Mariss....". " ohh man, you must be nutty Bob. I know my own name. I am Melissa. Melissa Anne Davis. From the day my parents named me,. I mean I aint ever been so high that I didnt know who I was.." Realizing Death was shaking, she could hear his bones, rattling, she reached out and gently grasped Death's arm. " Bob, whats wrong? Its ok you know. We all make mistakes, its normal."
Death pushed Melissa away roughly, whirled around to loom over her darkly, " I am DEATH....... I do not make mistakes. I have to go, now! Someone out there named Marissa is waiting for me, and I have to find her before she shrivels up into non existance. Himself will never forgive me for that one, and I sure as hell exists, will never get a better job." Death winked out as fast as he had arrived, leaving Melissa alone to decide if this was all a drug induced halluciniation, or if it really had happened. She decided either way, Death, or Bob as she had named him, was one cool dude.
