[ WP ] `` Death , I 'm a little busy right now ! ''

`` Death, I'm a little busy right now!'' 
 
 `` Jac, you know what you're doing is n't right. It's not what you're here for.'' Jac stopped, fist raised as he stared down at the bruised, battered, swollen, and bleeding face, numbly staring back at him through a red eye, the other swollen shut to the size of a golf ball. He felt a cool a hand around his wrist, a tight cold grip easily holding him back. `` Jac....'' 
 
 Jac released the man and pulled his arm free as he rose and glared at death. `` Fuck you! I do n't care if it's not right! That son of a bitch deserves it! He caused all this, it's his fault dammit!'' Jac yelled. `` She back becuase of what he did to her, why ca n't I give him to her?'' He demanded of Death, his eyes narrowed and teeth clenched. 
 
 `` Becuase Jac, it's not right. He does n't deserve this. Your job is n't to punish him, your job is to put her to rest.'' Death said coolly and he pulled the woman up by her wrist. `` She's suffereing Jac. She's a tortured soul who clawed her way into a body that released her, she's in pain, agony, that's why she's enraged.'' He told Jac. `` Your job is to help her.'' 
 
 Jac looked to the woman, glaring at the man lieing up on the ground with green casts eyes, trying to swipe at him with a furred clawed hand, nashing fanged teeth and hissing violently. Then he looked to the man, the vile wretch, laying on the ground half drunk, half conscious from being beaten by hands that should broke from the blows but never failed. Rage filled him as he stared down at the disgusting thing laying on the dingy carpet of the old trailer. He pushed the bowling shirt away from his side and reached around his back and pulled out the ornately decorated.38, etched with ruins and symbols by death himself. He aimed the gun at the man on the ground. `` Jac, do n't. You know this is n't right, this is n't how it's suppose to be.'' Death said with an icy calmness. 
 
 `` I do n't care. He doestn' deserve to get to keep going, she did n't. He made sure.'' Jac growled as he pulled back the hammer. 
 
 `` Jac...'' 
 
 `` She was a child. She was eighteen fucking years old.'' Jac snapped, a burning tear running down from the corner of his eye. `` He drugged her, and he raped her, and he fucking killed her! She did n't have a fucking chance!'' 
 
 `` Jac....'' 
 
 Jac turned to Death, aiming the gun at him. `` She deserves to get hers, she deserves to tear him apart.'' 
 
 `` You know the gun wo n't work on me, I made it, and not stupid.'' 
 
 `` I know it wo n't kill you, but I'm sure it'll hurt like hell to get hit in the forehead.'' 
 
 `` Do n't do this Jac. I hired you to do a job. Do it! Put her to rest.'' 
 Jac stared at Death, then to the pile of filth at his feet beginning to snivel and cry, begging for him to not kill him, to the snarling she beast held firmly in Death's grasp. `` Do your job Jac.'' 
 
 `` God fucking dammit!'' He yelled as he pulled the trigger. 
 
 Death sighed. 
 
 The filth on the ground fell silent. 
 
 Jac slammed his free fist into the peeling, veneer of the walls, leaving splintery holes that scratched and tore at his hands. 
 
 The she beast fell to the ground, a smoking crater in the back of her skull where the.38 slug blew through. 
 
 `` God I fucking hate my job,'' Jac muttered as he shook his hand and slipped the revolver back under his shirt. He looked to the woman, the animalistic features gone from her pretty young face as she lay on the dirty carpet, her eyes staring. He sighed heavily and shook his head and turned to go out the door. A cold hand landed upon his shoulder. 
 
 `` I never said it would be easy. `` Death said coolly. `` But you did the right thing. I knew you would.'' 
 
 `` Fuck off,'' Jac said as he shrugged his hand off. 
 
 At Death's feet the man crawled up and began thanking him through tears and sobs, thanking him for stopping Jac and saving his life. Death looked down at him with cold emptiness. Kneeling down, he stared into the mans eyes, then smiled. `` I'll see you in few weeks.'' He said patting the man on the head and walking out the door after Jac.
