💀Death's Apprentice💀

Chapter Seven: SO Fired

The Apprentice

"Mitzi, some privacy, please." I huffed.

"But I want to kno-"

"Please?"

"...Fine. I'll give you some privacy. You'd better drink that! It won't heal it up perfectly, but it will fix the bone and muscle. I can't say as much for the surfaces, like your face. I'll bring some band-aids when I get back." Mitzi ordered as she pointed at the pink drink in front of me. It was bubbling so fiercely it looked like it might melt my insides. I tried not to gag just looking at it-I had had it plenty of times. It was disgusting. Definitely only for medicinal purposes.

"I am not putting one of your pink band-aids on my face!" I argued after her silhouette before she disappeared into the crowd. I sighed and turned back to the drink. My lip curled at it as I begrudgingly lifted it with one hand. It smelled like cherries and vanilla, but I knew better. I let myself cringe for a few moments before throwing my head back and chugging it as fast as possible. Rose watched as I coughed and spluttered, trying not to let it come back up.

"So what now?" She asked.

"Well, I had hope that I would be able to avert this crisis myself. However, seeing as I haven't been able to so much as escape unscathed from your psychopath boss, I'm afraid we're going to have to call in the big guns." I winced as I rubbed my face absentmindedly. There was a particularly painful gash on my forehead from the jump's landing.

"Yeah, Mitzi's right. Your face is pretty banged up. Here." Rose added. She dug into the pockets of her dress and yanked out a couple of tan band-aids. "They don't blend in, but they're not pink either." She slid them across the table. I looked up with a grin and quirked an eyebrow.

"We just went through all of that, and you manage to have band-aids?"

"My job requires business formal at all times, and unfortunately they consider heels formal wear." Rose giggled. "I've taken to storing band-aids at all times. Now, I'm actually trying to be genuinely nice, so put on the stupid band-aid." She demanded. I threw my hands up in mock defeat before peeling it open and carefully placing it on my face. I lightly massaged it until I was confident it would stay in place. Suddenly I felt something itchy slide over my forehead, and brown started to take over my eye sight.

"Mitzi! You are not putting a paper bag over my head! We're going, we're going, we're going!" I continued to repeat as we scooted out of the booth. Mitzi only rolled her eyes and slid into the booth where Rose was sitting to watch us go. She rested her head in her hand and pulled one of the cups towards her.

"You didn't even touch these! Talk about ungrateful. I try to spoil you, but you're always in a hurry!" She shouted as we dove into the crowd. I was always in a hurry because I was always having to keep the world on track. My leg still ached, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been. Rose and I slipped past the bouncers again and in an instant we walked through the mirage.

The streets of New York were as noisy as ever as we walked through the alleyways and towards the more populated areas. I approached the edge of the sidewalk and waved down a taxi. Eventually a black one pulled up alongside us. I gestured for Rose to get in first. She clambered over to the edge, and I climbed in after her. I didn't need to give the address to the driver. They already knew where I wanted to go.

"Where are we going?" Rose asked.

"To the only person who can fix this mess." I replied glumly. I rested my elbow on the car door and my chin in my palm. It was still raining, and it was starting to pour. The stars were slowly being choked out by ominous grey clouds. White flashes of lightning illuminated the sky. I watched in silent wonder.

"I am so fired." I mumbled.

Rose tapped her foot impatiently. I could tell she didn't like me being vague about where we were going. Oh, well. She'd live. Besides, who knows if she would have even come with me if I had told her. Better to surprise her and roll with the punches of her reactions-maybe literally.

At last the taxi rolled up to the corner of the street we needed. The stop was so smooth I didn't even lean forward in my seat. We unbuckled and got out. Rain soaked through our clothes and ran down into our shoes. Rose's legs wobbled. Her heels were getting harder to walk in.

"We're almost there." I assured her.

"Where?" She asked impatiently.

"Here." We stopped in front of a tall building. The entire thing was painted pitch black. Only the door was different-a brilliant, vivid gold. All of the window blinds were squeezed shut. A gold lion head embellished the door, holding a heavy ring in its mouth for knocking.

I cringed just staring at it. Maybe I wasn't fired, maybe I was, but no matter what I was in a world-no, a universe of trouble. I continued to stare at the lion. Who was I kidding-I was so fired. A deep sigh escaped my lips.

"Oh, for God's sake!" Rose complained. She stepped forward, and before I could move an inch to stop her she grabbed the lion's ring and rapped it against the door three times. I flinched each time it hit the golden wood. Panic began to set in. I was about to lose the coolest job in the history of ever! I was in so much trouble, I was so sorry, I was so-

The door swung open with a vengeance. A tall man with neatly styled silver hair stood in the doorway, watching as Rose and I got drenched. He wore a dark grey shirt, black vest, pants and shoes, and a silver tie. Glasses perched from the top of his nose and accentuated his practically neon blue eyes. His face was like stone. He crossed his arms sternly and fixed me with a glare.

"You are so fired." Death hissed.