Stan the Undead II
1045 Words
Alex shoved Angela's arm out of the way. The Undead had glanced back, and now he was running away from them as quickly as he could. Angela was too distracted as she tried running her fingers through Alex's hair, commenting, "How do you keep your hair so pretty down in Hell?"
"He's getting away," Alex informed her.
Angela finally noticed the Undead who was making a break for it. He pushed through the crowds of people, running as fast as his legs could manage. He did not know what exactly was going on, but he had just seen two figures that humans walked through. They were after him, he knew it.
He came to a stop.
Alex and Angela casually walked toward the Undead, Angela laughing as she told Alex, "This kind of thing isn't that big of a deal, you know? Didn't know you were also blessed with speed. We're made for each other!"
She then smiled at the Undead. "Howdy, amazing time to be alive, ain't it?"
He stared at her for a moment before he lifted a shaky hand to point at her. He said in a raspy voice, "You... You're the one who let me live!"
Alex turned to face Angela.
Angela shrugged, telling him, "Let's be honest here, you saw this coming a mile away."
Alex sighed and faced the Undead, telling him, "You don't belong here any longer."
"Are you here to take me to Hell?" He asked, stepping away from them. "Not yet! I haven't done what I need to do yet!"
The Undead was getting some attention from the passers-by. Angela shoved her hands into her pockets, inhaling sharply, "Yeah, you ought to head to the afterlife right about now."
He reached out and grabbed Angela's arms, falling to his knees. He looked up at her desperately, saying, "Please, my wife needs to know the password of the safe first! It's where my life earnings are!"
Angela patted his shoulder with one hand, telling him gently, "Buddy, it's time to go."
He shoved Angela back. She stumbled back quite some distance, the guy stared at his hands. He had pushed, but she just felt light. He shouted at Angela, "You let me live! You let me off the hook! Now you're back here to take my life? Why would you do this? What kind of Demon are you?"
Angela grinned, asking him, "So are you gonna run away now?"
His heart sank.
"You can run, no problem," Angela continued. "Eventually, you'll wind up back to us. Don't think that just because you escaped death once, you can escape death forever."
She knelt down to speak to the Undead. "Firstly, I'm an Angel now."
She held his chin gently. "Secondly, your wife already knows the password to that little safe of yours."
"Wh-"
Angela hopped onto her feet. Alex just stood by to watch Angela. When the Undead tried looking at Alex, Alex was simply staring off to the side, not making eye contact. He muttered, "Wh-What do you mean?"
"Let's see..." Angela put a finger to her head as she tried to remember things correctly. "Your name is Stan, right?"
"No."
"Alright, Stan," Angela ignored him. "You say you want to tell your wife the password to your safe. It's got money in it, yeah? Your wife knows the password. Hell, she's even been taking some of the money for herself to spend."
"No... impossible," The Undead fell backwards.
A crowd was starting to form around the Undead. Some even walked through Alex and Angela. Angela closed in on him and continued, "She's been with others. Out late at night while you were out breaking your back working. Your daughter, how old is she again?"
The Undead did not respond, his eyes were wide.
"Sixteen, I think?" Angela was grinning, insanity in her eyes. "A frequent drug abuser and occasionally a hooker. Oh, what a family you have, Stan."
She then smacked her forehead. "How can I forget? You had a little boy, didn't you? Passed away when he was eleven? What was it? Got caught at the wrong place and at the wrong time? He got caught in a gang fight, and-"
She pressed a finger gun against her temple, then made a 'pop' sound as it c****d back.
The Undead was positively trembling, tears flowing down his face.
"He died too young though, sadly," Angela shrugged. "Got sent to Heaven."
She grinned. "Then while I was on a friendly visit to the Blessed just to mess with them, guess what? Your precious little boy was kinda a racist. BOOM! Down to Hell he goes."
The Undead stopped crawling as his back got pushed against a wall. Angela stepped away, Alex in the background, a disapproving frown on his face. Before the Undead could get up, a small group of muggers approached him. One whispered, "This guy's crazy!"
"Strip him of everything he's got and let's get out of here!" Another whispered back.
The three humans ganged up on him. When the Undead tried fighting back, he was kicked and punched. Beaten up by three strangers who had just thought to rob him. The Undead's body lay on the ground, lifeless once again. His soul was staring at his body, the three guys crouching over the body.
"Wait, you've got to be kidding."
"He can't be dead, right?"
"Scram!"
They bolted away, but the damage was done.
Alex and Angela stood near the soul. Angela had a proud smile on her face when she turned to Alex, telling him, "Those three are gonna be residents of Hell for suuureee."
Alex rolled his eyes.
"Hey, are you proud of me?" Angela asked. "Now you can zap him to the Judgement Hall, and you can say that I helped you out. How about we go on a date after this, eh?"
"No..." The soul was crying, clutching his face.
"Life's tough, buddy," Angela told him, crouching beside him. "But you don't got a life no more."
Alex unsheathed the dark blade strapped to his waist. The soul glanced up before he violently shoved Angela aside. He made a run for it.
Angela fell backwards, a wide grin on her face. She pointed after the soul, cheering, "He's running!"
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