Euthanasia

         Jon awoke from the booming knock on his front door. "Coming!" He said. He opened the door to see before him a ten-year-old with a smile on his face. "Can I help you?" He asked.
         "In fact you can." Said the child as he inhumanly allowed his arm to extend to Jon's face, which was now being grasped by the boy's hand. The demonic child's grip was searing Jon's face to the epitome of pain.
         Even though his face was covered his voice was not muffled. Which is why his shriek of terror woke him up when...

         ... He screamed. Jon checked his surroundings to see where the boy was, only to realize that Jon was only dreaming. He looked at his alarm clock: Four AM. Since he this was his first nightmare in many years he decided that he would start his day early. He walked to the computer and went online to see how he was doing with this Internet-dating-"thing" he joined. So far his luck online with women was just as bad as his skills with people in general. Despite the paper thin chance, he checked his profile anyway. The number one was "floating" above the messages button to signal that he had a lonely statement that has not been responded to, yet. He clicked it.

Hi there, Jon, or as your username says, 'aurum-amor88', I have been browsing through your profile and I am must admit, that I am intrigued. I like the fact that you use your real profile picture rather than some excessively sexy looking guy. From what I have learned of your user name and your profile, you seem intelligent. I like that :). Perhaps we can me sometime.
With good hopes,
Morina (username: 4andpale)

         Besides her requesting to meet him. The best part of this message in Jon's opinion was that it was written in English. Not that bastardized form of English where words were butchered or dumb phrases like, "<3" or "lol". No. It was clear and easy to translate. He checked her profile and responded to her message with the intent on saying "when and where". He sent it and made coffee. About thirty minutes later he came back to his room and noticed that his computer was still on. He was about to shut it down until he saw yet another message:

Great! How about the Sylvan Street Grille in Salisbury? It's not fancy, but it's not fast food either. Are you free tonight at 7 PM? I know this is a rush but today is my only free day.

         He didn't mind, since he had no plans past five anyway. So he responded to confirm that he would be there. He spent the rest of the day at work mentally preparing the "what ifs" and "right words" for his date. He did this right up to the point that he parked his in the lot of the Sylvan Street Grille restaurant. He got out of his car and looked around to see if Morina was there.
         "Are you Jon, from the dating site?" a woman asked from behind.
         He turned around and gazed upon a striking woman with long brunette, almost black, hair and blizzard white skin. He answered her, "Yes. I am."
         She held out her hand, "I'm Morina." It was not that chilly out but she still wore gloves. They seemed like leather. He shook her hand but tried to be gentle as opposed to the firm grip that was "sure to win over your employer". He was trying to win over his date.
         "Nice to meet you." He said as he examined her smile. Then the two went inside and waited to be seated. He never thought he'd say, "Table for two, please?" But he did. Quickly a table was ready for them and they ordered. He thought that he should start a conversation with her while the waited for their food. "So," he said awkwardly, "what do you do."
         "I don't know, if I should say it- you might laugh." She claimed sheepishly.
         "I won't laugh. I promise."
         "I'm a farmer."
         "Really? You seem too attractive to be a farmer- Uh- No offense."
         Morina laughed and said, "Why would I be offended for being called attractive?" She asked, "So what do you do?"
         "I'm a clerk." He said simply.
         She smiled, "No no. Not 'what is your job' but 'what do you do' as in do you have any hobbies or what-not?"
         "Oh- I see. Well, it may weird but I write poetry."
         Her face lit with joy, "I love poems! They're the toll of life's mundane necessities that allow us to express ourselves in anyway, allowing all impossibilities to become true and tangible."
         "That itself was a poem. I'm impressed." Jon said. "Do you write poetry too?"
         "No. I only read poetry." She said. "Have you ever shared your poetry with anyone? Friends? Family?"
         "Even if I wanted to," Jon told her, "I wouldn't be able to. I'm not that social and my closest relative lives on the opposite side of the States." He assumed that this statement made him seem "creepy" so he quickly added, "Do you have family?"
         She answered, "I have a younger brother that lives with me. That's about it."
         Their meal arrived. Their entire night seemed to be doing well. She was showing many "signs" to him that their may be more dates to come. Eventually the finished and he payed for their meal to be gentlemen-like. They walked outside.
         "Well I had a really great time tonight." Morina told Jon.
         Jon was relieved to hear that, "Maybe we can meet again sometime."
         "I hope so." she said as she leaned in and kissed him. "Goodnight!" She she told him as she walked towards her car.
         "Good- night to you to." As much as he hated to admit this he never had been kissed before. He made it home and contemplated about this night- The best night of his life. Finally he slept. And never woke up.

         Death walked to her car to see her little brother, Plague was already there.
         "How was your date, Jon, 'Morina'?" He asked.
         "It would have been better if I never had to do it, Plague. But you're so immature, you play with our crops."
         "So?"
         "Our crops will get sick and suffer if you keep haphazardly blighting them!" She scolded him.
         "But why did you 'have' to meet this guy anyway, Death?"
         "Because he seemed lonely, really lonely, and I needed to end his suffering before it started. I know what you did. You can't just waltz around destroying what we have to reap, damn it!"
         Plague shrugged and smiled while saying, "I was just having a little fun, relax."
         Death had had enough of her little brother's antics, "How can I relax when you can't work!? Stop acting like a ten-year-old-boy and pull your act together before I do!"

END