Death was soon a pound the old man, he sighed softly. "While old man, I guess James while be owning that shop soon since he is the only one who works there and you put it in your will..." he said, then brought his scythe to the mans shoulder. he then cut from the shoulder to the waist, taking his soul from his body. The old man now lay there, life less and started to turn cold. Death looked at the soul he held in his hand, he wasn't sure where to send this one. Was it to go up to a world where all things are great? Or to a world where he will suffer? Death wasn't sure, because this man had done things of both good and bad. neither was more then the other, so he would have to let someone else choose for him this time.<br/><br/>Death then went to one of the more rarer things he would have todo, watch actually was todo the killing and take the soul of this person. It was in a nice part of town, he would have to take form or take over someone to kill this lady. It was easier to take someone over then it was to form into someone. But he always knew who to pick and why to pick them, sometimes it was for love, sometimes for greed, and other times it was cause the person was just down right crazy.