The Forsaken: The Hunted

Prologue: The Beginning

May 21st 2010

My name? That is not important. All that you need to know, is that I

am not one of your kind. I can see things. Things that would make the

soundest of minds shudder. I can visualize scenes of unspeakable

horrors taking place everywhere in the world. Whether it be China,

Mexico, or Bangkok, I can witness first hand the brutal killing of a

newborn child. I can see the serial killers raping the women and

killing them by knife. Slowly. Drawing out the pain as long as they

can to ensure the highest degree of torture possible. I can see them,

but I cannot do anything to stop them.

My life has been surrounded by pictures of the gruesome occurances for

centuries. Almost a millenia. How old am I? Another question, another

unimportant answer. All you need to know is that I am currently living

in the body of a seventeen year-old girl attending a ratty public

highschool in San Fransisco. After years of different bodies and

shapes, it is certainly a change. I have lived through years of

constructing cities, being confined to the house because I was female,

not being allowed to have a job, and most recently, I was a thirty-

eight year old office secretary. Never before have I taken on the form

of anyone below the age of twenty-two.

Yes, I can change the shape and structure of my body to suit my

current needs, although, once I am in a body form, I am confined to it

for almost a decade. It makes it difficult to live my life with that

restriction. My appearance never changes, and people notice. My

current shape consists of a five-seven height, 110 pounds, long smooth

legs, sparkling emerald green eyes, and a sheet of silky black hair

that almost reaches my rear end. I am known in this form as Chloe

Martin. Baddest and most popular girl in all of Polk High. I have the

eyes of all of the male testosterone filled teenagers on me with every

slight movement I make. I am loathed and envied by most females and

teachers, although this has never bothered me. I have lived long

enough to know that not everybody is going to like you. Not that I

really care anyways. They haven’t lived through a thousand years of

murders, rapes, and coldblooded torture. They haven’t seen what I have

seen.

I have said before that I can take on any form to accomodate my

current needs. So, why am I Chloe? I am currently on a mission from my

master. I am to find the one in hiding. My Lord did not elaborate any

more than that. I am left on a blind task to find someone and I have

no slight idea of who it is that threatens us or what I am looking

for. I was told by a servant that the mission was to take place at

Polk High and that I had to become a student and inrole to be

successful. I have been on this mission for three and a half years,

getting close to people who I thought were shielding themselves from

the world, only to find them to be just normal students with nothing

to hide. Time is running out. I am a senior and have only a month

before graduation. Once I am out of school, I will have failed my

task, and my life will be ended.

This is how things work amongst us. We must obey our Lord. If we are

to fail, we are taken as a sacrifice to him. I have considered

purposely failing him on many occassions. Ones life becomes boring

after a millenia of searching. I have grown tired of the endless

assignments and commands. My Lord has treasured me for years. I was

his second ever servant, and since the first failed to retrieve for

him the Holy Grail and was executed, I have been his favourite and

most loyal slave. At his command whenever needed. Sent out to various

countries and wars all to retrieve a specific rifle, or to seduce a

specific man. I am obedient. I am good.

All of our Lords slaves are things created by the power of the full

moon and the life of a beating heart being ripped from our very own

chests. The transitioning was very painful. I remember praying. To my

own God, and asking to have it all end right then. Having ones heart

taken from ones body is a very pain-filled experience and is definetly

not very pleasant.

Once changed, we acquired various skills that no human has ever had.

Every sense we had had as a mortal was amplified to such an extent

that I could hear a brand new catepillar crawling on a leaf in the

trees high above me. I could see the detail of every feather on a

birds back and I could smell the faint odour of a metal piece in my

shoe. Metal has a very distinct smell. It is very repulsive in a way

that you would not understand.

I have visions. I have mentioned these before but I never spoke of how

they effect me. Once I have a vision, I am not the same again for at

least a full twenty four hours. I am left trembling in a pool of red

tinted sweat, and my pupils contort theselves into slits in my red

eyes. I become very aggitated and tend to act out violently on my

surroundings. It is why I don’t spend the night with any men that are

attracted to me. If I were to have a vision in the presence of a

mortal, my life could be severely endangered.

I have the ability to change my appearance. This is also a painful

experience. While the bones shift in your body and the muscles

rearrange themselves, you are left inside with all of your nerves

being pinched and you can most definetly feel it. Heights, weights,

and shapes change after ten years after remaining the same. It is very

hard for the body to take, but necessary.

I am strong. Stronger than most Olympic weight lifters put together. I

could lift and throw a car a mile without the slightest muscle strain.

The only thing keeping me from showing any traces of my supernatural

strength is the fear of somebody suspecting something different from

me. Unnatural. I can kill a man with my bare hands in less than a

millisecond.

Oh, yes. That is another point to be made. I am also unnaturally fast.

I can move quicker than lightning cracking down on an innocent soul

and still not tire. The speed at which I can do things is miraculous,

and that combined with all the other aspects of my uniqueness makes me

the most dangerous creature there is on all the planet.

I am what some people may call invincible.

I am what some people would call, The Forsaken.