The Eyes Of Death

Third Person's POV Scared. Ainsley felt the fear she hasn't felt in years because of the strange man following her. She is good at fighting and had a lesson on martial arts before going home everyday but this guy is strange. She felt its presence for a moment but then it will be gone and she will feel it again. The moment she stepped on the village where her house is, the feeling started to change. The presence of this guy become more impulsive. She felt it is running towards her and so she also run away from him. "Why is he even following me?", Ainsley asked to herself but all she could do was to run. She felt scared for no reason. She knows how to fight, how to defend herself but this guy made her so weak. She didn't felt the same energy and feeling from the people around her. She turn on the left road then right and when she looked back again, the guy wasn't there anymore. She sighed in relief. She walk directly to her house and lock the door. Better be safe. Ainsley put her bag on the couch and sat beside it. The negative feeling was still here. She didn't know whether it is just her imagination or whatsoever but she felt that strange feeling again. She turn on the television to divert her attention but it suddenly shut down. "Is the power out?", she asked herself as if someone will answer her. The light suddenly turn on and off. She hurriedly turn off the light but still it was like someone is making it act up. "Is someone there? Are you pranking me?", she asked again but no one responded. The glass on the window crash leaving small pieces of glass on the floor. Her heart is beating fast. She didn't know what to do. Is this that guy's doing? Is he pranking on her? She didn't know the answer. All she could do is get a knife and a pepper spray for protection. She ready herself for a fight. She alert her senses and feel the breeze of her surroundings. A guy just barged in on her house, making the door destroyed. This is the exact guy who follow her. "Don't walk towards me!", she shouted and commanded the guy in a hooded black cape. She points the knife and pepper spray on him but still he kept walking towards her. She sprayed the pepper spray on him but still no effect. When the guy is just a few inches away from her, she firmly hold the handle of the knife. Before stabbing him, the guy whisper something on her ears. "Death." The guy laugh devilishly. Her plan failed. She was full of fear. She then looked at the guy behind the black hood. She peaks at her and be shocked at what she saw. This isn't a human. He's like a demon. Red eye full of anger, hatred, greed and lust. She stepped back, wanting to find any person that can help her. She ran again going outside of the house. She seeks and shouted for help but no one responded again. Ainsley felt the demon's presence behind her back. He whispered again on her ears. "Your eyes..", then he grabs Ainsley's head and put his hands on her eyes. "Aarrghh!", Ainsley shouted in pain. Her eyes is now bleeding. "S-stop!" The man laughed again. "...this is a gift, honey." "Aaaaarrghhhh!!!" A loud thug wakes her up. She's dreaming? She hastily took the mirror on her bedside table. She checked her eyes if there's something wrong but there was none. It was just a nightmare. There's a loud thug again coming from her closet. Is that the guy again? For sure that guy won't fit in the small closet of her. Ainsley then went in front of her closet. She opened it and a woman who's exactly just like her but with her eyes bleeding is what she saw. "H-help", the woman whispers. She was too innocent...or so she thought. She looked at Ainsley and a devilish smile curve on her lips. She grabbed Ainsley's neck and choke her. Ainsley then again wakes up. Her alarm beside her rings. She is panting. She had 2 nightmares in a row but it doesn't seem like a nightmare. She looked at the clock and was shocked when it is already 9 am in the morning. She's already late on her work and for sure her boss is ready to scold her. She move quickly and take a bath, then grab a skirt and top on her closet. She is moving as fast as she can. But she paused for a minute when she sees something was wrong. She checked her closet again. This is the same closet on her nightmare. She checked but there was nothing that seems to be off. Maybe, it was really just a nightmare. She shrugged. It can't be real. Nightmare is just a nightmare, nothing real, nothing less. As she changed her clothes, she took her bag and come out on her house then lock it. She called for a taxi but she saw that a woman in white was already on the back seat. "Uhm sir, you already had a passenger", she said that makes the driver confused. "What are you saying? The backseat is empty if you don't want a ride, you shouldn't had called me", the driver annoyingly told her. The woman looked at her and smiled. Then an ugly evil looking face of her appeared before the taxi leave. "W-what's happening to me?", she asked again on herself. She slapped her face to wake her up thinking this is just a dream but no, she didn't woke up. She's still in the same place as before. She looked everywhere but she saw people looking straight at her. They walk towards her with a smile. Are they ghosts? Ainsley felt scared again. What's happening to me? She ran away from them but more spirits followed her. Everytime she turn into another path, more spirits saw her and just like the first ones, they will also follow her. She didn't know what to do. She know she look like a crazy woman running in a circle in the village. Ordinary people can't see what she sees. Some ghosts have bullets on their head, bruises, blood and many more fearful things that maybe the cause of their death. The guy with a black hood then appeared out of nowhere. He took of the hood and made her see his true face. He still have those red eyes but her face wasn't like before. All the spirits were frightened when they saw him. Wait, who is he? Ainsley examined his face. He had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His wrestler’s shoulders were part of his burly physique. He walked with a tiger like tread and his fiery red eyes twinkled. His derring-do personality and bass voice were a big part of his ambitious character that my first impression of him told me so. The guy approached her. He really looked like a model, no, he is more than that. His dark looks define his character. "Allow me to introduce myself young lady, my name is Azrail, angel of death. I think you already know some things about me", his lips arched with a smile. Ainsley still couldn't process what she heard. "A-angel?", she shook her head. Before she saw ghosts then now she is seeing an angel? She couldn't process what is happening. "You must be kidding me, is this a prank? Why are you even on my dream?", she continuously asked questions on him. "Can you pause for a sec? It is like you are beating Eminem with that speed of words. Tak tak tak tak tak. Stop it Ainsley." Ainsley bewildered. She didn't know what is this guy doing in front of her. He is like a demon in her dream but now he is just like an ordinary, no, his face wasn't ordinary, a unique guy with a red fiery lava eyes. "Can you stop staring at me?", Azrail asserted. "Sorry", Ainsley murmured. Azrail sighed. "You know I am not really a bad guy here, I just want to help you and the humanity. Those archangels really are getting on my nerves. They think they are supreme than me? Ha, they are losers, they don't even care about the humans", he complained. "If you're not a bad guy, why did you do that? What did you do to my eyes?", Ainsley asked. "I actually need someone like you in my team. As you can see, I run a group of people who help the humanity, we fight evil spirits and mostly angels who's still on their position but is doing evil acts. In short, we are on a fight with both heaven and hell." Ainsley then felt confused. Angels should be doing good, not evil. "I also thought that, but since they have connections with the archangels, they didn't lost their position unlike me." "You read my mind?", Ainsley asked him. "Oh yeah, obviously?", Azrail answered confidently. "You know you are annoying the hell out of me. What did you do to my eyes? Why did I saw spirits lurking around?" Ainsley is already annoyed by the acts of this guy. She know he is too hot and handsome but still, bad character. Azrail smiles, "You know you have an amazing ability, Ainsley. I just add something on your eyes so that you could help me." "What ability?" She is more confused than ever. She has an ability? Why she didn't even know? "Wait, you don't know?", he laughed. I just shook my head as a sign of no. "I think you will know sooner. You are beautiful and amazing, Ainsley", he told me with a spark in his eyes. He examined my face as if he was looking on to something he precious. The sudden change of mood of this man made Ainsley muddled. His eyes look like a red deep calm and peaceful sea. She felt something on him but she didn't know what it is. He stopped and turn his back on me and made that cold expressionless look again. His eyes went on fire again. "I know you have a work to do. If you accept my offer, I could feel it so don't need to find me", he said then vanished into thin air. Ability? What is my ability? Ainsley sighed and grab a taxi. She forced herself to pretend not to see any spirits but she know she can't pretend for so long. The looks of those spirits are horrible that she can't even want to describe it as it was so disturbing. She goes directly to her office and met some detectives just like her. She wasn't part of the field nor the laboratory unit, she's part of taking care the paper works of them so she wasn't really used to see such a horrible death. As usual, her chief wasn't happy when he saw her being late. She was scolded for more than an hour and just by after that she began to do her work. Time passes by and it was evening. Some of her co-workers already finished their job and went on their home. Her chief forced her to work overtime as she was late. Ainsley focused in front of her computer when someone whisper on her ears. She was shocked. She turned around and saw someone there.