Unnamed Journal Volume 2 Issue 6 - Page 9

"That's how it works." "How what works?" "How I work. He has to see me. When he sees me, he knows me, and when he knows me, I take him." I didn't like the way that sounded. Something sounded wrong with it. I had another shot, which I knew wouldn't help me think or feel better. I poured it down my gullet anyway and grimaced through it. When I looked back with one eye, Death was still in the same place he had been. Then I remembered. "But I've seen you," I said. "No, you haven't," Death said. "I'm looking at you right now." "Quiet for a second..." "Okay." I suddenly felt very sober, but still sick. I didn't like it at all. Death shifted away again and I suddenly got the sense that he was behind me. I didn't look to verify this, as that suddenly seemed like a bad idea. "You ever read the Bible?" said Death. "Um...I think so. Parts of it, anyway."