By Emma Writing prompt used: Your character looks at Death. Death looks at your character. "You're early," Death finally says. "You're early," Death finally says. "Well, it wasn't my fault I was mowed down by a crazy woman riding a cow," I answer, feeling annoyed how Death could even think this was my fault! I'd like to see him do my job. "I rather enjoyed it. What shall I do with you now?" sighs Death. "Mate, you've known me a long long time, just, you know.....give me some of that life stuff that you keep in your store room," I ask nicely with a big smile. "That's for emergencies, Travis!" "Come on, just a sprinkle?" "I can't give you Vitae again! I may be Death but it isn't me who makes all the decisions around here." "You were the one who sent me on a mission, to kill that woman. You said she had too much life," I sulk. "Just forget it...