I chased you for so long.
There was nothing perceptively evil about him. No narrowed, glittering eyes, no cruel or sharp angles to his body. He was almost too normal, too human-looking. My Death was even-tempered, polite, and he drove a very nice car.
"Shall we go for a ride?"
The Corvette whisked along, engine thrumming. We sat in silence, and I was the first to break it. The question was a genuine one, yet I didn't care much for the answer.
"Are you going to kill me?"
He glanced into the rearview, smiling pleasantly, "I haven't decided yet."
"But it's crossed your mind?"
"Of course!" It was the smile of a shark.
The miles trickled by. I saw days and I saw years.
"They call you a monster."
"And they call *you* a hero. We are both so poorly misrepresented, don't you agree?"
"Not really."
"Shame," He clucked his tongue, "It seems we have come to an impasse."
"You could have killed me when you came before," I leaned back against the pressed leather, "Why wait till now?"
"To be fair, I did say that I haven't yet decided." Again, a flitting glance in the mirror, "Why pursue the matter? I left you alive. Most humans would leave it at that. And here you are, seeking me out personally. Very peculiar."
"I'm not 'most humans'."
"No, I daresay not. You're not afraid of me."
"Should I be?"
"They all are."
A touch of pride in his voice. He enjoyed being what he was. I curled a lip.
"So you *did* kill her, then?"
"Ah, the crux of the matter. I did, yes. Not out of anything personal against mothers, mind you. In fact--my own mother was a fine woman. If I were capable, I think I would have loved her." The shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, "What happens, happens."
"You are an animal."
"Aren't we all?"