I never really understood how I had gotten myself into this situation.
As I looked up at the merciless eyes of the man who intended to kill me, pitch black, at the gleam of his sharp teeth in the moonlight, I tried to understand.
Helping an Immortal, what was I thinking? But Maria wasn't just an Immortal, that couldn't be right. I knew Maria best, and she was just as human as I was. But then again Maria didn't have to die tonight.
Maybe I would become an immortal when I die. I didn't know if I should shudder or feel comforted by that thought.
An immortal, a soul trapped in this world, collecting cells slowly, from dying humans, from the soil, from the world itself. Sucking it dry slowly. Collecting cells untill I have enough to make my own body. A human one. The word soul wouldn't be right. More like energy from people, positive thoughts, bad ones... that's what defines an Imortals character, as if they didn't have a choice.
But Maria- she was real, she was good, my thoughts blurred a bit.
Imortals had to feed, had to regain more cells, because their own cells died, with no way to regenerate. And once you had a human body, there was no turning back, and there was no alternative. They needed the humans will power.
The man with the black eyes snarled at me. "You're thinking about her, aren't you?" he spit out the her. My hands autmatically balled into fists. Maria had a name. She was a real person, just like me. She was good.
It's them, the Immortal hunters who were the monsters. Making Maria shake, her gentle face warped in shame and fright. She didn't want to do that. I knew she didn't. But nothing waited for Immortals on the other side. Nothing but the dark abyss.
Maria didn't mean to do anything wrong, if she didn't feed then her body would fade away.
I watched the man pull out a silver dagger, the trade mark of all Immortal hunters. And I was glad I was able to send Maria away, I was glad she was alive, somewhere. I knew why I saved her, I knew why I didn't scream that night, when she'd tried to hunt me. I knew I loved her.
The pain dimmed everything else, just a slash under my chin. I felt hot blood drip from my neck.
"Oh, so you're human..." The man's black eyes gleamed, a spark of evil in them. "Oh my, seems like I've made a mistake..."
More blood, it was hard breathing now. "please..." my voice came out a whisper. "Take me to the hospital, they can fix it..." I couldn't say anymore.
The man clicked his tongue. "no, no, no. You see, you were armed, I had to take you down." He explained. He was lying. I wasn't armed. Immortals didn't bleed, the cells just regrouped themselves around the wound. He was going to let me die.
But I had a reason to stay alive. I had a reason to live, I had to find Maria, I had to explain, to make her feel better. To make her understand this was the only way.
I was only vaguely aware of footsteps echoing farther and farther away. And then new footsteps echoed nearer. Lighter, just like... I fought to keep counsiounce.
"Hey" said a steely voice, hard and cold. "Nice to meet you," I didn't see his face. I was barely aware of a shape infront of me. "I'll call you... Dinner." there was no mistaking the sharp edge in his voice.
An energy bolt jolted my body. And then there were voices in my head... or was I one of the voices?
But I had to stay alive, I had to... And then I was alone. I wasn't with the voices anymore, but I wasn't real anymore either. I was floating, invisible... The cells from the Immortal that tried to suck me dry connected into me, half of them vanishing into the night.
I was an Immortal now.
Again, I didn't know if I should be comforted or shudder. I doubted I was still able to do that. Humans weren't supposed to have the will to take over an Immortal.
I tried to raise my hand. I knew I was raising it, but nothing rose. I had no hands now. I had no body. I was the first human to change into an Immortal.
The last thought that crossed my mind was, where was Maria, was she okay? But I didn't have time to torture myself with that thought, a crushing darkness pulled me under, closing what I once called eyes. Perhaps for eternity. I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure of anything now.
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