Just Another Dead Body
“Please! Please wait…Give me…give me two more days!” The elf fell onto the ground and pushed away, terrified for his life. He glanced behind his pursuer and he saw his dead companion, his face frozen in fear. “Please! Have mercy! I have heard of you. You are merciful! Please!”
“Yes I have my moments of kindness, but this, I’m afraid, friend, is not one of them.” Shiny black shoes marked the man’s steps. One, two, pushing through. “You see, I have to go back and report to him. What will I say? That I decided to give you a chance? I’m afraid I can’t do that.” One, two.
“But, but I can get it! I can get his things! Please!” the elf choked on his tears and shook his head, crawling backwards toward a wall. “I’ll do anything…”
“You should have gotten his things before I came visiting you. At this point, it’s too late. But, I will be kind. I will give you two options. One, I take you back to the Kingdom and you give the Rat King the honor of destroying you, or two, you give me that honor. See, the only way out is death. At this point, not even the King wants you alive.”
“Give me a chance! Please, Flea!”
The undead man fixed his cuffs and pushed his rose-tinted glasses up his nose ridge. “I think we gave you plenty of chances. What will it be, Daniel?”
The elf sighed and shook his head, crying. “I didn’t want it to end like this…”
“I know, but you wanted to work for the Rat King. There are consequences when you don’t follow the rules.” The Flea walked toward the man and knelt in front of him. “You want me to do it, don’t you?” The elf nodded silently and closed his eyes. Placing his fingers on the man’s eyelids, he simply said, “Take a deep breath, and exhale, saying one wish you have left in your life.”
The trembling man took his breath and as he exhaled, he whispered something about being forgiven. As he whispered, the Flea filled him with arcane energy causing his body to implode. The man collapsed, blood trailing from his nose, ears, eyes and mouth. The Flea took his hands off his eyes and looked at his bloodied fingertips. Licking the blood off his fingers, he reached for his handkerchief and wiped his hands. The dead man lay at his feet.
Carefully, the undead man placed the handkerchief away and checked his pocket watch. “Perfect timing.” He stepped over the body and continued on his way, whistling as he walked down the path.
After all, he had a date with his goddess.