“We’ve been awaiting your arrival,” the slow grin and hiss of the words seemed unnatural as she squarely eyed up the normal looking man.
She paid no attention to the noisy scurrying of shadows on either side of her. She wondered why she wasn’t afraid. “How’s that?” she responded with the tone she’d often reserved for the highway patrol disapproving of her speed.
He just continued to smile; the silence, she thought, seemed to last years. She heard the shadows come and go. She didn’t dare look away; she knew, as cats do, one blink and game over. “They say,” he finally broke the silence, “when one dies they aren’t really dead…” He paused awkwardly and lit a candle without ever looking away, “…until, that is, they get here.”
“I don’t believe in hell.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Have I died then?”
“Not yet.” His smile faded as his eyes seemed to now sparkle eerily. “You are a worthy opponent.”
“Yes, you are as was promised. You are still here as thousands… millions… have perished around you. Quite exhausting. Exhilarating though.”
“Give or take. I don’t count…anymore.”
The shadows, she thought.
“Yes, the shadows,” he smiled again.
“You heard that?”
“You let me,” his grin grew bigger.
She smiled in return. She remembered him now.