(Sofia POV)
I watched as Alice and Alan seemed to instantly disappear into static in the air before disappearing completely. The television made an ungodly annoying high-pitch noise as its static went insane trying to process the two consciousnesses which entered. After a few seconds, it finally calmed down to its normal frequency. Alice was no longer directly inside it. I walked over towards the powerbox and unplugged the television. Its lights disappeared and I turned off the powerbox. The room was now oddly silent.
I sighed and rested my shoulders. I stretched my neck, trying to remove a tightness in it that I’ve carried since I picked up Alan around three in the morning. It was around eight now and I could feel the tiredness finally start to appear as my adrenaline disappeared. I’ve slept a total of three hours in the last seventy-two hours since I first started fighting with Roxane. The duties of a reaper varied but were a mix of intense activity than long periods of inactivity. Three days straight might have been a new record for a mission’s length.
I was ready to find an empty motel and sleep for twelve hours straight. Depending on the weather, I could possibly take a trip down to Myrtle Beach. It was May, college would be out soon. The fraternities would start sending their sharpest and hottest to the beaches for some rest, relaxation, and lustful exploration. The idea of taking a handsome strong college boy and using him until he was nothing more than a corpse, and then keep using him now that he couldn’t cry about it, seemed like a great way to reset after such a mission. The image of a strong young man crying and begging while I removed his intestines and wore it as a scarf brought a warmth to my stomach that gave me a shiver.
I left the room once I was finished. I wasn’t going to stick around here any longer if I could help it. Doc was great, but she was not fun company to keep. You couldn’t tease her or trade stories. She was always in this state of bland neutrality and would begin to describe what biological processes were happening as we spoke. It was frankly annoying. I saw the open door from where she was working. I peaked in quickly to say my thanks and ditch.
“Hey Doc! Thanks for the check up but I gotta go-”
“Stay, Miss Bercowisz.”
It was not Doc speaking. It was someone else in the room. I hadn’t noticed her with how quick I was trying to leave. Doc sat on the same seat when I had left with her bag of equipment neatly packed up. She was facing the figure and waiting for me to enter. I did as such and stood in the room facing the new person. I recognized her. She was a constant headache in my life. She always brought bad news, new missions, or criticism. She was the boss’ favorite little puppy and seemed to be unable to do any wrong.
“Why are you here, Morgan?”
I knew basically nothing about her. She had been serving the boss before even I had. She hadn’t aged a day in those ten years. It had been explained to me before. The contract had clauses that rewarded loyalty and success while punishing treachery and failure. I had plenty of success, but I wasn’t a kissass. Morgan was my height and of a similar muscular build, but held a far more feminine aura with ample ass and tits. She wore a red and black flannel shirt with a pair of tan work pants that gave her a masculine energy that opposed her feminine features. Her hair was long enough to reach all the way down her back and was a beautiful celtic red shade. She had those emphatic freckles of Irish ancestry, but her skin was darker and olive in tone. Behind her laying against the wall was her weapon of choice. I didn’t understand the reasoning for use due to its impractical size and weight, but she took it everywhere. It was a scythe. The one you would see used by the Grim Reaper used in tv shows. She took the title of Reaper literally.
“I am here on behalf of the Mistress. She has decided on your next assignment.”
Her voice was coarse yet sweet and held a subtle untraceable accent to it. I only heard it say some bullshit.
“The fuck do you mean she already decided? I just finished the last one!”
I was livid. I hadn’t even slept yet and she’s already trying to get me to do some more bullshit for the boss. Morgan began to speak, clearly understanding my agitation but making no effort to show concern or sympathy.
“You will be allowed to sleep and rest before leaving later today.”
“That’s not the fucking problem! The boss-”
The problem was that there was a way this has worked for the last decade. She gives me immunity and strength, I give her the souls of those I kill so she can feed on them. She has me do a mission once every few weeks, I get free time to kill otherwise. That’s how this worked. Giving me back to back missions was bullshit and she knew it. Morgan immediately cut off my protest in a stern tone that hinted with anger.
“She is the Mistress. Refer to her as such.”
After a decade of this, I’ve made a few concessions to it. One thing I have never done is call her the Mistress. The boss liked that title because it made her feel stronger and boosted her ego. As such, I refused to use it. She’s my employer as far as I was concerned. Morgan and I have had this argument at least a hundred times. She couldn’t force me to, but I didn’t care to push her any further.
“She can’t change how this works-”
“You signed the contract willingly. You chose to survive and serve the Mistress rather than die in custody for your crimes. If she requires you to work, she will make you.”
I wanted to kill this bitch so badly. I wanted to grab my knife from my side and throw it at her beautiful face. I wish I still had my pistol on me so I could unload it into her. Doc looked over towards me cautiously. She wasn’t afraid of me. She was afraid that I would make a rash decision and she could get caught in the crossfire of that scythe’s large range. My hands balled into fists and I turned towards the brick walls. With a loud crash and spreading of dust my hand went through the bricks easily. No one even flinched at my anger. I sighed before looking back at that stupid red-haired demon-worshipping bitch.
“So what the fuck does she want me to do?”