"Life isn't easy" are the famous words of many which has to stick in one's memory or else one will not make it in life. Many people think that you can succeed in one go but life is like gambling, one gambles till he is bankrupt but in the case of life, one gambles till he dies leaving behind only regrets which will later grow into flowers of wealth for others. When someone doesn't succeed somewhere in the world, another person succeeds in another part of the world. The first person to say these words must have been Adam as he and Eve left the Garden of Eden.
Peter, an ordinary guy with an ordinary life, carrys a tower of plates and places them in a sink after a day of working hard. He prepares to leave as his shift is over, he is clearly rushing as if he has sometging more important to do.
"Dude, where are heading to so early? Your shift ends in three minutes", another guy said. "I can't wait, my mother is in the hospital waiting for me", Peter answered while brushing his black hair and looking at his reflection through a small mirror.
His black eyes shine blacker than before, his pink lips seem to be softer and smoother as he applies his lip balm on it. Peter doesn't have time to waste as he picks up his paycheck which is loaded since he won his boss in a bet. He walks out of the restaurant preparing to open the door as he gets a phone call from the hospital.
"Hello, is this Mr. Peter Lander?", the voice of a man asked while audibly trembling. "Yes, it is. Just tell my mother that I am on my way", Peter said as he enter his car. "That is the problem, sir. Your mother has passed away, she kicked the bucket before we could revive her", the man said while hanging up.
Peter's entire expression changes as he steps out his vehicle just crossing the street to a bar. He enters the bar and sees the bartender about to close but he stops him and persuades him to give him beer worth his entire paycheck. The bartender doesn't mind as this is just stealing in a way so he gives Peter his beer until his paycheck is empty. Not caring for Peter's safety, he left him outside his bar drunk. Peter stumbles to his vehicle and takes to the road before getting hit by a truck. Many pedestrians call the ambulance and rush him to the hospital. They help the hospital with information on the accident before dispersing to their former agendas.
"Peter, wake up. Let's have a talk", a man said as Peter lays on his hospital bed half awake. "Who is it?", Peter said slowly while holding his head. "I am the truck driver. I have to congratulate you for staying alive after my first attempt, you are just like your mother so I will give you a chance like your mother. I will allow you to live a new life like your mother", the man continued.
Peter can't think straight as the man seems to be saying gibberish to him so he agrees to the words of the man not fully understanding them.
"Know this, I am Death. I will accomplish my mission as death which is to erase life from the world but you have polroven yourself exceptional to die by my cold hands", the man said as he brought out his gun and shot Peter.
In the real world, Peter's life support flatlined proving that they were talking in an alternate subspace. This was possible since the man was death as he clearly pointed out before to Peter.
"I killed another one, he is an artist and craftsman like you wanted. He worked at a restaurant for a part-time job and he seems to be reasonable. He created artworks like the Four Towers, Umberleigh, Lakenheath and Paseon", Death said on the phone with his employer. "Thank you for your service, I will surely send you your complete payment by noon. Please do not worry about it", his employer responded through the phone.
