Never Tamper with Death
After that, I walked back to the flat as usual. Uncommonly, Mother and Paula were home earlier than they normally are. They were huddled in the living room, watching the news.
Coach Meister and Ms. Johnson's deaths were on the news. Reporters were calling it 'Death's lucky streak'. I guess Dad should get all the credit, since reaping the living is his job and he'd been doing it much longer than I have.
Mother turned to me. "Lucinda, did you know about this?" she asked.
I shrugged. "I was playing hooky." I lied.
"Hmm. Sounds about right." Paula agreed.
"Get bent, Paula." I said boredly, leaving the room.
Frustrated, I walked into my room. I slammed the door. Lying down on my bed, I finally smirked.
"Two subtle deaths in one day? That's how a Death rolls!" Death's voice broke the silence.
I sat up to see Death standing by my door. "Hey, dad." I greeted. "You saw my first killings, huh?" I asked.
"Yeah, I did. Impressive idea, making it look accidental." Death remarked.
"Everyone's calling it Death's lucky streak..." I pointed out.
"Well, my clock never tolls often, Lucinda." Death stated.
"You heard me say that, huh?" I asked.
"Why not? It is true. Most deaths only kill once a day if they're lucky. I guess you must know enough people who's times have come, huh?" Death remarked.
"Yeah..." I answered.
"Well, keep it up. And remember, no one is permitted to cheat death without reason." Death congratulated as he disappeared again.