I really don’t need to eat. Still I enjoyed the sensation of food, and it helps keep up appearances. Most Reapers view it as a distasteful attachment to what they once were. Guess I was always a rogue and a rebel. A burger, some fries and a good dose of ectoplasm would do the trick. Descending the steps to the Cellar I let my hand rest upon the flaking paint of the hardwood door. I lost count of how many times I had come to this place. The Cellar was a place mainly for new Reapers to get adjusted to their roles and slowly wean themselves off all those mortal habits. Like eating, drinking, smoking, and all those pesky emotions that had no place in the job. I enjoyed the place because it actually did the opposite of its proposed purpose.
Pushing the door open I inhaled taking in the stench of greasy air, and charcoaled meat. The filthy tiled walls and red neon over cast gave the place the perfect grimy feel. Tan vinyl booths with plywood table tops line the wall. The place was always busy; the food was cheap but good, making it a hit with the locals.
I wasn’t the only Reaper here. Tucked in the far corner booth a very petite young woman deeply involved with whatever she was reading. Bundled up in a black and pink Hello Kitty hoodie, she glances up feeling my presence, eyes combing the room and then locking onto me. Oddly, she did not look annoyed or disgusted to see me considering my status. Instead she put the book down and smiled in my direction.
Making my way through the diner towards her table I knew her name and that she was a transfer from the Midwest. She called herself Thaco, but I had yet to actually speak to her. Not that other Reapers looked forward to talking to me anyways…
What I heard about Thaco was strange. She did not kill another Reaper to take its place. She had invoked an ancient bylaw that only a few humans knew about. She challenged the Reaper that came to harvest her soul to a contest and she defeated that Reaper. When you challenge and defeat a Reaper they have to grant a request. Instead of being returned to her life, she opted to become a Reaper.
Nodding my head as I sit down at the booth, “You are Thaco, right?”
All smiles still Thaco bobs her head, pushing the book she had been reading to the side. It looked to be some sort of fantasy game manual. “That’s me. To hit armor class zero.”
Plowing through my confused look, Thaco babbled on. “It is what my name means. You are the second chancer, Dante Maxwell. Looks like you have seen some action. You went toe to toe with a Stein, and without a scythe, that is pretty impressive.”
News obviously travels fast. Suddenly I felt very aware of the glass still lodged in my body, and the two broken ribs grating against my spine. If was still alive I would have been in a wheelchair and in an incredible amount of pain. “It had to be done.”
Thaco waves the waitress over, “I’ll have another milkshake, chocolate this time. My friend here will have a number thirteen on that star paper.” Looking me over Thaco added, “Better double rap it with the star paper.”
The waitress snapped her gum and trundled off. Thaco smiles again, brows arched, “I know I just got here, but I have to say this city is a hive of spectral activity. Lots of White Lighters too.”
Opening my mouth to answer I could feel something under the table wrap itself around my ankle like a cord and begin to tighten. Looking down I caught a glimpse something oily writhing under the table. “What is that, Thaco?”
Thaco dips her head under the table, “Oh that?” Thaco flicks a lighter to light, the grip on my ankle releases, whatever it was slithered away from the light. “I found it in one of the antique shops downtown.”
Rummaging in her bag Thaco produced a crystal cylinder that fit in her palm perfectly. Even in the poor light I could make out the runic etchings and a crack that ran the length of the object. Rubbing my jaw, “It is a containment unit, loaded. Who’s in it?”
Thaco shrugged, “I don’t know, but she speaks Japanese. Quite pissed off.”
“How do you know that?”
“I watch a lot of Anime.”
“What?”
Shaking her head, “It is a type of cartoon. That is not important. I found this on the shelf in a basement of the antique store. Weird that a Reaper device was left for a mortal to simply buy it, no? It already has an occupant too.”
The object in her palm held a bead of black within it and frantically rolled from side to side to avoid the light. Looking closer I could see the crack was not a natural flaw in the crystal. “We have to get rid of it, properly.” My shadow overcast the crystal as I studied it, wisps of black hair erupted from the thin crack, shrinking back into the cylinder as I pull my head back.
Thaco keeps the crystal tube on the table, “I know the drill, but I am basically camped out here until the sun comes up. The unit is faulty and last thing this city needs is a pissed off Asian ghost terrorizing it.”
Without warning a plastic tray is tossed down in front of me. Glancing up as the waitress sets down the milkshake in front of Thaco. The wrapped burger in front of me smelled great. Unwrapping the paper, I folded it, lifting the bun I lay the paper down in the burger. Thaco punches a straw through the top of her milkshake and proceeds to blow into the softened ice-cream. I watch the paper dissolve into a nearly clear gel. The Cellar was one of two places you could get objects made of ectoplasm. Ghost crafting was frowned upon, but imbibing ectoplasm is how Reapers healed from injuries. Feeling the glass begin to push its way out my flesh, I devoured the burger. My broken ribs knitted back together. Shaking my sleeve, thin shards of glass clattered to the floor.
“Well I have nothing better to do, want some company, Thaco?”
Thaco pauses in her bubble making upon the milkshake, “Sure. Do you game, bro?”
“What?”
Sighing, Thaco gives me her best Samuel L Jackson impression. “Game, mother fucker. Do you game?”
“Like card games? I used to.” Unsure of how to take her change of attitude as her smile grew dark.
“Bro, let me take you to a whole new world.” With that the books poured forth and lots of strangely shaped dice.