Delilah

Death has always fasinated me. The peacful passing of the soul from one part of it's life to the next, it was a calm and slow realease from the grasps of the concious state. From as far back as I can remember I've had posters of the grim reaper and of coffins and all other death related symbols lining my walls.

I've chased death my whole life, usually narrowly avoiding it. The poor reaper must be pretty happy to be able to collect me, when they do that is. So when they do they'll have to try a bit harder than normal with all of the research I've done.

When I was researching the reaper, I came across an old text book that seemed to have been written predating any sort of civilization. The pages were yellowed with time and the leather cover was soft. It looked like it could have fallen apart at the seams. The ink was midnight black and seemed to be shining, almost as if it had just been written.

I began to leaf through the book completly focused on finding something about death, maybe something to control it. I foun something much better, the selection of death.

Every two thousand years death must choose it's successor.

The successors parentage will have narrowly escaped death a multidtude of times, at least thrice.

The child will be two in the twothousanth year, and will be taken on the eve of the third birthday.

The childs parentage will be compansated with the removaale of memory of the child.

Signs will be shown of the training of death.

The child will be fearless, they will show an odd fasination with death, they will be hostile to their peers and superiors, and will refuse any sort of affection.

The child is not to be messed with as it will harm anything it deems to be a potential threat.

Be weary.

I slammed the book shut. It's exactly what I needed to finally capture death. I'd need to raise death.

That was in 1994 it is now the year 1998 and I have managed to become pregnant via sperm donor, I've tracked down fifteen of the parents of children who have escaped death thrice. The daredevils have no time for a family and I offered to take the child off of their hands.

I'm due in August and will be raising thechildren all alone by keeping them in a facility with plenty of things to kill. I just can't become attatched. I've hired a nanny to avoid this with the thirteen I have adopted. I don't know if I'll be able to do so with my own child. I think I'll name her Delilah.

The children are supposed to be arriving tommorow. I have cribs engraved with the names Allyssa, Benjamin, Sarah, Myah, Evey, Nick, Cam, Ethan, Harry, Luna, Genaveve, Ralphie, Stevie, and Delilah. They will be loved just not by me.

Two years later

All the children are showing signs except for Cam and Genaveve, I've taken them out and made sure that they are well cared for by me. I've grown quite attatched to them.

Delilah's signs are the strongest but that is most likley because she is my daughter.

One year later

Delilah is gone. The children are worried about me as I seldom come out of my room. I wanted this just two years ago. I don't want this I want my little girl back. The memory compensation was nonsense because Delilah is gone and I remember everything.

This must be her own special brand of hell for her mother.