Tales of an Immortal: chapter 1
By ivy321
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If you were immortal would you be good or would you be bad? I ask myself this a lot, and for a time I was good and for a time I was bad, but in the end I was nothing. Neutral, indifferent almost uncaring. I knew what had been and I knew what was to come. I could kill at the click of a finger and revive in a heartbeat. I could shape mountains, change worlds, destroy and rebuild. But why? For what purpose? The reality is I could if I wanted to, I just don’t want to. As time has passed I felt disconnected, unlinked and unemotional to the world we live in. I slip in and out undetected. Sometimes I try to save people and sometimes I try to kill people. Does this make me despicable? Maybe, but who will remember me when the memories have faded? They live, they die and I remain. In fact the only record of my life in living history is this book, and there is a high chance I will burn it when I am through. If you’re wondering, how did you come about this immortality and these “amazing” abilities? I can tell you I do not know. I remember nothing of my life before; I was and have always been the same. I can’t even tell you my age or what I really look like. I have shape shifted so many times I can’t even tell you if I am a man or a woman. But for the purpose of telling you my tale, let’s just say that I am an 18 year old girl, who has lived forever.
For a time my life was pretty fabulous, when I realised what I could do with immortality I did what every normal person would, I took what I wanted for myself and destroyed all those who stood in my way. If you’re reading this and thinking to yourself no I wouldn’t, I would use it to help others or learn new things, I hope that is true but let’s be honest here, just between us, would you really? I know I didn’t, I took everything, from money to clothes, to fancy houses and slaves that waited on me hand and foot. It was heaven. Of course it was I had everything I wanted. But if life has taught me anything it’s that you never have everything you want, once you realise you can take it as easy as breathing, where do you stop? The town? The county? The world? For a time I thought about it, and at one point I almost did take the world for my own, I was so young. The thought of having everything was so attractive to me it almost drove me to madness. I became sick with power. What changed my mind? It was a small boy; he was starving and living in a musty old shack with his family. They had nothing, nothing but each other. He found me sat alone in an alleyway.
“Excuse me Miss?” he said so bold and unafraid, a voice I will never forget. “Why are you crying?”
“Go away kid” I waved my arm dismissively at him.
“Miss it’s not safe for you to be out here in the dark, I hear about all kinds of bad things that happen down these parts” I couldn’t help but laugh, what could possibly happen to me? But he was persistent, he moved closer “please miss don’t be sad” I looked up at this point and saw him for the first time, his face lit by the setting sun. He looked about 6, he was so small and skinny, he was covered in dirt, wearing the filthy remains of a bed sheet and he had a small bundle hung over his shoulder. He looked kind of pathetic really, and I was repulsed by him.
“Beet it kid, I don’t care what happens to me” I edged slightly away from him. He moved closer and that’s when I saw his eyes. They pierced me like a knife strait through my chest; they were so blue that for a moment I felt as if I was swimming in them.
“That’s an awful thing to say Miss. Has something happened? Is that why you’re all alone, crying in an alley?”
“Why do you care?” I snapped. What business is it of his, what happens in my life?
“Why shouldn’t I care?”
“You don’t even know me”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t care”
“I could be anyone kid; I could have killed people for all you know”
“You seam nice enough to me” how could he say that, after how I have spoken to him. And why couldn’t I read him? I can read everyone so why not this kid? He’s just some stupid 6 year old kid; by the looks of him life has treated him pretty hard, yet here he stands bold as nails, willing to help a total stranger. He showed such concern and honesty. I couldn’t reply, for a moment I stared at him, mouth opening and closing slightly but I had no words for this. I sighed and rested my head on my knees. “Listen, I just live round the corner, your welcome to join me if you have no were else to go” he stretched his dirt cover hand out towards me, and for a moment I looked at it with such distain, but then I took it. I don’t know why I did it, but I never regretted it.
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