The Time of Your Life
The little blonde mortal was not due to die tonight. The Endless could see her death written very clearly in her mental ledger. Not tonight. So then, why was she getting pulled towards where she was, the sense of finality that came just before a death starting to fill her mind?
She decided to jump into this with gusto. She let herself shoot down the cosmic line that dragged her towards a certain ex-psychiatrist. She shoved herself with no preamble into corporeality, dark nothingness yawning hungrily from her, before the last ribbons of artificial flesh assembled themselves around her, forming a whole physical form.
Immediately, the sense of doom vanished. Turning in puzzlement, she saw a group of perhaps five men, all armed to the teeth, running like puppies from where she stood besides the clown princess.
She was a bit perplexed at first, until the look on the harlequin’s face reminded her that half-assembled personifications of death appearing in front of them was not something mortals were used to. Heh. How ‘bout that? She’d just saved a life.