Genre: Gen with just a hint of slash
Word Count: 1500
My thanks to sparky955 for her betaing of this.
Here are my prompts for the challenge:
It was a quiet Monday and there were just three of us awaiting appointments. The other two reapers weren’t the talkative type, so I was sitting there, finding images in the scuffed linoleum of the waiting room floor. It wasn’t much, but it passed the time and I’ve got nothing but time these days.
“Hawthorn.” My head came up with a jerk and I rose smoothly. The other two looked at me, envious that I would soon be roaming the earth in search of my victim. Well, we usually know where they are, but that doesn’t sound all that mysterious, then, does it?
I walked into the office and the figure behind the desk held out a slip of paper. I glanced at the name and moaned.
“Not again. This is the seventh or eighth time I’ve been sent out for this joker.”
“Perhaps this time you will be successful.”
“That guy has more lives than a cat! Between him and his partner, they are going to live forever.”
“Just do the best you can.”
“If I see someone else?”
“Of course take advantage of any opportunity. An unscheduled death is always double points, but remember your primary target.”
“How can I forget him?” The truth of the matter was that I had been hounding this guy for years. I’d gotten so close, then something would happen and he’d slip through my bony fingers. I stared at the name and grinned, well, what passes for a grin for a skeleton. “Illya Kuryakin, this time you are mine.”