THE WORLD BEFORE

They say he appears in the dark, drinking water from the river made from the blood on his hands... Myth.
Death was like any other, a transporter by profession having a wife and four kids who attended saint Mathews school. Life was not a gift, it wasn't in existence. The healthiest here had no heart, it was not needed.
He death was of few words, but those words spake volumes, except when he arrived home, loud and drunk on whisky. He usually left for work at exactly 4:00am, the time spirits got up to go about their common business. Death once said it was a very unique time for business. While the clouds were dark and the full moon stood above in the sky, widely awake in the dark, possessed by severe cold. Death came out of his house dressed in black. He had sunken eyes, pointed nose and small mouth which opened very wide when he was drunk. He wore a black hood, he used in covering his pure white long hair that was greatly contrasting his wardrobe fashion and drove off in a black rolls royse ghost.
Mrs Death always stood at the door, watching the cars red light trail off till it was no more. She was a very attractive woman who had wide eyes, pointed nose and a small mouth, but all delicately fashioned. One thing that was puzzling, was her pure white long hair, the same as death and all her children, except for Nemo their first son whose hair was dark and short.
On one of my faithful bored evenings, I got a knock at my door, it was Mrs death. She complained to me that their cat was too scared to climb down the orange tree and there was no one at her house to help her. That bewitched old tree that stood boldly in the middle of the compound. She switched on the light which made clear a fat ugly cat sitting on one of the branches. I tried using the silver rod Mrs Death gave me to push it down, but it was of no use. So I climbed up contemplating the thought of slapping it down or denying her plea, but she was watching. So I went up the tree and carried the ugly cat down. The cat didn't want to go with Mrs death as she went in to bring me a cup of tea, but sat a metre from the tree.
Death had gotten drunk again and was driving recklessly, but somehow managed to find himself home. He slightly meandered the curb and ran over the cat before it could notice... then he faced me.
I was still struck with the horror of the squashed cat and suddenly got blinded by the cars light, and the next was pitch darkness. I opened my eyes to beheld an even more brighter light with energy, so strong that it pained my eyes. It was the sun.
I stood up and saw a woman and her child running happily up the fleet of stairs to see someone they all called King. Suddenly the child slipped and hit his head on the edge of a step and gave up the ghost. His blood slowly poured from his forehead and gradually filled the stairs. People who took the same stairs carved out a part, meandering the blood, while others poured deaf ears and stepped on the blood ignorantly. No one gave ear to the woman's cry as she held the bloody head of the child in her hand. Emotions steal the heart, affections bury it.
A man held in his right hand a scepter and on his head, he wore a crown of gold and all screens in the walls and hanging from the roof and from tall bold iron bars showed this man. The rest estimated two thousand people all bowed to him as he lifted the hand with the scepter. Strange! Here one man wields all the power and wears a crown while the rest bow down... what a lowly crowd. Isn't majority supposed to be power, how then does one rule all?
I wish this world could be fed poison and behold the real world, the world I now call "the world before," where life was not a gift... it wasn't in existence.