Snippet #2244157

12pm- Babylon, Residential District, Chris's Apartment- December 1st, 2012

What time was it? Windows were wide open revealing the small crappy apartment Chris resided in. A loud groan escaped his mouth from the pain his body was in. He fought a lost soul yesterday and he took a beating. Nothing he wasn't used to, but the morning after was always hell. He rolled off the bed and stretched all of his body parts while stretching out his neck until there was a loud popping sound. The clock across his bed on the wall read 12pm. He was late for work again. He didn't like it, but it paid the bills.

He dragged himself to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. In the nude his muscles seemed bigger, but he was never one to boast about them. He just didn't like looking like a weakling anymore. After his 20mins in the shower it was time to get out. He hair was wet and its color was darkened. The towel wrapped around his waist and he strutted over to his closet. He threw a string of random clothes together not caring what he looked like. The towel fell and his clothes came on. His gaze shifted to the towel on the floor. He wasn't the biggest clean freak so that towel was going to stay there until later in the day. He made his way to the nightstand that contained his wallet, keys, and cellphone. He pocketed everything and his stomach growled loudly. It was feeding time for the reaper.

In his kitchen something was moving around and raiding his fridge. He already knew what is was and he was not in the mood to help any lost souls at the moment.

"Could you get the hell out of my kitchen? I will help you when I get back." Chris blurted out.

"Hello to you too dark one?" The soul answered back.

The dark one. That nickname was given to him by many people, but he never said anything about it. It was catchy and matched his job description. He felt darker as a reaper and he didn't work with the happiest people.

"No greetings Lola. Out." Chris responded by pointing at the door.

He would often see harmless souls around his apartment asking for his assistance. All of them usually get the help and are freed, but Lola seems to e having problems. She is always around and no matter what Chris does he can't seem to help her or get her to leave. It annoys him. He was practically taking care of her.

Wait why is she in the fridge?

"I just want to make you breakfast. Damn no wonder you are girlfriendless. " Lola retorted as she stomped out of the kitchen.

"I am fine with that. You can leave through the door or the window." Chris added.

"Alright. I'll see you later then." She said before disappearing. A annoyed sighed left his mouth and he left his apartment to go to work in the cafe down the street. He could already tell today was going to be a long day.