Gabriel stepped towards the pair. Christian stood up and looked hard at his son. “You don’t want to do this,” he warned Gabriel.
“I’ve wanted to do this for over two hundred years, Father.”
Once again, Gabriel advanced. Death, from his position on the floor, pointed a finger at him. Gabriel stopped in his tracks. Then, he flew backwards and went through one of the doors. He was gone. Christian didn’t know what to do. After helping Death off the ground, he looked hard at his eternal counterpart. “Which door was that,” he calmly asked.
“Do not get angry, Life, but I am not entirely sure.”
“How are you not sure? This is your place!”
“Pardon me, but I have just had my head beaten onto the floor. I cannot see that well right now.”
Conceding the point, Christian asked, “How do I find out?”
“The only way is to try it. With the way my head is spinning, I cannot tell you.”
Great, Christian thought. He walked over to the door. Slowly reaching his hand out, he grabbed the doorknob. No shock went through his system. So, Death sent him back into the world. But where? Christian looked back at Death. “When he goes through this door, where does he end up?”
“He is transported back to the place where he died.”
“Is he alive again?”
“No. He is still dead, but he cannot return here until an eternal retrieves him.”
“Go get him.”
“This is your mess, Life. You clean it up.”
“I could kill you for this, you know.”
“Stop being such an idiot and go after him. As you threaten me, he is getting farther away from you. Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do.”
Death disappeared and Christian found himself alone. This is getting way too complicated, he thought. Let’s get this over with. He walked through door back to the world.
DS awoke in his apartment. His head was still a little out of focus, but he figured the drugs were out of his system. Standing up, the room spun momentarily. He managed to remain upright and walked into the kitchen. When he stepped through the doorway, he saw Samantha sitting at the table. After grabbing a bottle of water, he sat down next to her.
“What happened,” he asked her.
“You killed my brother,” she replied.
“I know that. I meant, how did I get here?”
“I brought you.”
“Why are you still here? You could’ve left already.”
“I need to ask you for a favor.”
“Go ahead. You know I’d do anything for you.”
“Stay away from me.”
“What? How can you say that?”
“Let’s see, every time you come over, something bad happens. You tried to kill my father, which almost cost our daughter her life. You just killed my brother. Need I go on?”
DS wanted to defend his actions, but decided it was better not to fight with her. “Fine. If that’s what you want, I’ll stay away. When do I get to see Bethany?”
“You don’t. Not until you can learn to control yourself.”
“This is bullshit, Samantha. All of that happened because of your father.”
When her expression didn’t change, he knew that he wouldn’t get her to budge. DS lowered his head, defeated. Samantha got up and left. He sat in silence for a few minutes before remembering why he had gone to her house in the first place. The assassin ran to try and catch her, but she was already gone. Going back to his apartment, he thought of what to do next. It wasn’t what he wanted to do, but he had to do it anyways. DS called his superiors.
“What is it, DS,” the voice said.
“I have a problem.”
“Have you identified the mark?”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The task cannot be completed.”
“What do you mean, it can’t be completed?”
“The mark is immune to my powers. I have tried it many times, but with no effect.”
After a long pause, the voice came back. “Hold your position. I’m sending a team out.”
“There is already a man in your area. He will arrive tonight. You will assist him with his mark until the rest of the team arrives. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir. But..”
The phone went dead. There was nothing to do now, except wait. It was an unpleasant prospect, but he had to follow orders. With nothing else to do, DS began preparing his tools. He had a job to get ready for.
Christian tried tracking Gabriel, but to no avail. This was so much easier when there was no concrete, he thought. Without any leads, he wandered around aimlessly, hoping to spot his dead son. The hours passed, and still no luck. When the sun began to set, Christian decided to give up and resume his search the next day. He walked with his head down, lost in thought. He wondered if he should try Whiting’s apartment, where he saw him the first time. Without realizing it, he walked into a brick wall. At least, he thought it was a brick wall.
When he looked up, he saw a giant of a man standing there. Christian stood at six and a half feet, but this man was easily a foot taller and twice as wide. The man was nothing but muscle. Wanting to check Whiting’s apartment before he went home, Christian ignored the man. His fellow pedestrian, however, didn’t let him.
“Excuse you,” he yelled.
The eternal continued on. A rough hand spun him around, while another grabbed his throat. “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you any manners,” the big man demanded.
“Better men than you have tried,” he sarcastically replied.
His face contorting in anger, the big man slammed Christian against a wall. Then, the eternal found himself flying across the street, slamming face-first into another wall. Looking around, somewhat dizzy now, he found himself fifty feet away from where he started. Now, he was pissed off. Glad to have a distraction, he followed the big man for a while, waiting for an opportunity to strike. The big man walked into an apartment building. Figuring this was his chance, Christian sneaked in behind him.
He ducked quickly as the big man turned around. Seeing nothing, the eternal’s prey kept walking. Finally stopping, the big man knocked on one of the doors, nearly taking it off the hinges. When the door opened, he entered. Through the door, he heard the big man’s booming voice talking to someone who he had hoped not to hear from again.
“Damn it,” Christian swore to himself. “Can’t I get rid of you, DS?”