Between Angels and Killers

There are very few mortals who have the ability to kill without predjudice, without rage, without hate. They have no feelings left. The numbness is only replaced with pleasure in the heat of the kill. No human can be so ruthless without a turbulant past and Seth Osbourne was no exception. Growing up with a drunk father and mother who prefered to ignore his exsistance made him emotionally dead and extremily vicious.

I was informed of my new assignment by metatron, the voice of God. I couldn't help but think Fate was playing one of his sick jokes on me. I am the Angel of Death, or Matt, I don't mind which. I've been the angel of Death for the last 15 years. I wasn't too enthusiastic about the position when I was given it but I only take those who are meant for better things or have lost the right to stay on earth. Fate has the plan for everyone else.

There's a certain irony behind taking Seth Osbourne. I don't believe in revenge, an eye for an and so on, yet I'm meant to kill him in the same way he murdered me and so many others. I know it's the right thing, anyone I'm told to take has earned it, but this hits too close to home. I was his first. He couldn't have been more than 17 at the time, I was 20. I was walking home after work and all I remember was pain and the look on his face. It was bonechilling to see the demented smile on his face.

As I stared at the picturesque sunset across the bay bride, I sighed. I had one question for the boss: Why didn't she just create a thinking switch, 'cause I could really with tuning it off. I really wish I could spent the rest eternity watching such a beautiful sight. But instead I have to banish a soul to hell, the soul that took away my right to live my life out, to have a family. But did my short life really out weigh my afterlife? Too many thoughts, too few answers.

Time to get to work, people to kill, Angels to meet. I sensed where Seth was. Typical, he was in a seedy bar. I projected to a deserted street and walked towards 'Willy's place'. It was a biker's bar, Harleys parked in fives outside. As I approached the door someone barged out. Judging by the alarms in my head, that was Seth Osbourne. He really had changed, he was well built yet still as scruffy. I guess 15 years of killing in cold blood can cause a bit of wear and tear.

I about turned and waited for him to get ahead of me before following him. It wasn't long before I realised he was stalking a victim of his own. Quickening my pace I rouned the corner into an alley. He had a man pinned to the wall as he taunted him a knife, THE knife. It was a very beautiful piece of metalwok used for such ugly brutality.

I grabbed Seth and threw him away from the terrified man, who immediately took off running. I calmly stepped up to the seething killer and the knife from him. It was an incredably easy task, the fact I was invisable to him pobably helped. He swore in disbelief as I let myself be seen, only with his face. Technically, Seth was going to kill himself. Judging by the mortified look in his normally sadistic eyes, this was one of his worst fears. The killer inside becoming an entity of its own. Of killing the last part of his soul that kept him human.

I thrust the knife into his stomach and held it there as he felt the pain of every death he had forced over the years. Sighing as he fell to the concreate, dead, I turned and walked away. It was going to be a long night.