Chapter 1
They call him Frankenstein
There
I was, strapped to a metal table, laughing manically, and waiting for death but
when your immortal death is only a goal that seems to ever evade you no matter
how close you get. How long had I been alive, I had lost track after year 250,
I can't remember why, yet no matter how old I got I still remained in an unaged
teenage looking body, slowly creeping toward madness the strange people
standing dressed in white robes stood around holding axes with swords strapped
to their sides, chanting in some kind of strange language. The large screw
through my head clicking as it tries to find the personality that knows what is
going on, click...click...click...nothing. I am at a complete loss; I have no
idea what is going on. One of the sadists walked up and pulled his hood down to
reveal my old school teacher before I left and became a scientist, Mr.
Jedediah. I looked him in the eyes and continued to laugh hysterically as he
paced his hand on my chest, I breathed in sharply and he pulled his hand back
in fright.
"So, I was right you are a coward, I am going to enjoy dissecting every
last one of you; I hope you scream nice and loud." I said between laughs,
Jedediah slapped me across the face and I put my hand up to his throat,
breaking the leather strap that was holding me down in the process. I could end
his pathetic existence with a single and subtle flick of my wrist, but the
cracking of bones annoyed me greatly so I let go of his neck. My strength was
one of the powers that I had gained in my time of being immortal, immortality
had its perks but I had not been able to control them very much. I stood up
from the table while breaking all of the straps that were holding me down, I
walked over to my desk where my clothes were stacked in a pile, dawning my
regular outfit a grey short sleeve shirt
and black pants, all of them covered in stitches like they had been sewn
together by scrapes of old fabric. I then put on my lab coat, again all covered
with stitches but in a white milky color. One of the sadists walked up and put
his sword to my throat but I noticed something, his hand was shaking and the
blade itself was shaking so the blade was not structurally sound nor was the
mental stability of the person using it. I placed my hand one the blade and
sharply twisted it, the blade shattered and a large chunk was now in my hand, I
drove the still sharp tip of the now broken blade into the sadist’s forehead
causing his blood to run down and create a small waterfall. I let go of the
blade and wiped his own blood on his white robe before pushing his dead body to
the ground, there was a small drop still on my finger so I brought it up to my
mouth and licked.
"You are low on iron, I recommend eating more bread." I said as I
reached over and grabbed my scythe, I picked up the sharpening stone that was
next to it and dragged the stone across the blade creating a very high pitched screeching
sound. Most of the sadists were affected by the squeal but one; a tall one
appeared by what I could see to be about 45 years old. I took the stone off of
my scythe and threw it at the tall man, he put his hand up and caught it, he
proceeded to crush the stone in his hand, given that the stone was relatively
porous and weak I thought nothing of it. I dashed forward and slashed him. My
scythe made a clanking sound on his skin although it had cut through his robe;
I deduced that he is one of the other immortals. The story is there are seven
immortals and rumored to be an eighth, all with a soul, and to be killed their
soul must be eaten by another immortal, if a human is to eat the soul they
would take the place of the immortal that they killed. I would love to tell you
more but back to what was happening, after realizing that the blade did nothing
I jumped and about 4 of the sadists ran towards me shouting and holding up
their axes, I killed one with a quick strike to the top of the forehead causing
rupture of the frontal lobe of the brain and pieces of his shattered skull to
puncture his brain, his death was instantaneous. The other three put up more of
a fight on slashing my leg and the other yanking my scythe from my hand, the
last one only stood there starring at the caved in skull of one of his
comrades. I pulled my scythe back from the one whom took it from me and slashed
his arm, making him drop his axe, I then slashed his chest and hooked the blade
around his body and slowly pulled the blade through cutting every vital organ
in the process. The other one only drove his axe into my back and left it there
when he saw that I didn't go down, I reached around and pulled the axe out of
my back and threw into his chest, and it had killed him. I didn't pay much mind
to the one that was dying in a pool of his own blood, screaming like a maniac,
the other one that was starring mindlessly at the dead, blood soaked body of
first one I had not touched because he had not harmed me. I turned my attention
back to the immortal and Mr. Jedediah.
"So which one should I kill first?" I thought out loud.
"You will kill none of us; I came here to speak with you Frankenstein. The
table was the only way to restrain you, I must speak with you." Jedediah
said as he pulled the chair from my desk and offered it to me. I sat down in
the chair and relaxed while the immortal put down his hood to show Venikane,
the steel skinned immortal. I set my scythe on the ground and leaned back into
the chair.
"So what was the strange language for then?" I asked as I sat there
starring directly in the eyes of Venikane, I could a see lust in his eyes, a
blood lust. Jedediah sat down in one of the extra chairs and placed it in front
of me so he and I could look at each other eye to eye.
"it was temporarily weaken you, so I could confront you without fear of
death." he said as he shed the white robe to reveal his regular day to day
cloths, even after all of these years he still wore the same thing, I may have
only been 243 years old when I first met him but it was still nice to stand in
the back of his classroom and pretend to be one of the kids parents just to
reminisce what it was like to sit in the front of his classroom and
answer every question that he asked the class.
"Well, it worked. The axe wound has not healed yet and it is just starting
to. What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked him as I stood up and
grabbed a new lab coat, one that was not spattered with blood and had a
gigantic hole in its back. I sat back down in the chair.
"So far, 2 other immortals have disappeared. Nominus and Zakar have both
been taken, and I and Venikane have no idea where to start looking for them,
have you any ideas?" Jedediah asked.
"There is no need to look for Zakar, he is already dead, and a human has
eaten his soul. We will have to wait and see which one his killer goes after,
since there is no specific killing order we will have to find and protect
Nominus.” I said as I adjusted my glasses so the glare didn’t blind Venikane or
Jedeiah. Venikane walked away.
“How do you know that
Zakar is already dead?” Venikane asked me as he walked back with a chair in his
hands; he placed the chair down and sat in it.
“You should know this
Venikane; you and Nominus are the one who figured it out. Each immortal can
sense when another is killed, I know you hate him but we will all have to
travel to the city of Karta to ask him for help.” I said as I adjusted my
glasses
“No, I will never ask Daraous for help, Not
after what he did to Sheevares!” he shouted at me. He and Sheevares had a thing
and Daraous was jealous, Sheevares was another immortal Venikane loved her and
she loved Venikane back. Daraous wanted her for himself, but after Venikane and
Sheevares were married, Daraous killed and ate the soul of Sheevares. When
Sheevares and Venikane were together I actually saw Venikane smile for once.
Venikane sat back down and relaxed as Jedediah put his hand on his
shoulder. Venikane’s scabbard made a
clank on the chair as he sat down; Venikane’s sword was a two-handed claymore
that had a hilt that was engraved with jewels. Venikane opened his jacket and
pulled out a very large cigar along with a couple matches, and then he dragged
the matches across the bottom of his boot and lit up the cigar. Jedeiah was
only sitting in his chair with a small rag in his hand wiping the sweat from
his brow; with the sweat completely gone he put the cloth back into his pocket.
“So, we have to go to
the city and you have no choice because the journey is very dangerous. I am
only a human, I may be part of the knights but that experience only goes so
far, and stein is an immortal but he is a scientist.” Jedeiah said as Venikane
stood up and walked around my lab, smashing beakers.
“Stop throwing a
tantrum Venikane, you have to help us to get to the city but you do not have to
speak with Daraous, also those beakers that you are smashing are 600 crems
each. I am talented with a scythe but that only goes so far and you are the
only one who can successfully read a map.” I said as I threw a book at him to
calm him down.
“We leave at dawn, do
you have any disagreements.” Jedeiah said as he pulled out 6000 crem and handed
to me
“No disagreements.” I
said. Jedeiah and Venikane then left my castle; I retired to my quarters for a
somewhat restful sleep. During the night I had dreams of some dark figure, the
person carried dual short swords and was dressed in all black, he approached me
and before I woke up I got to see his face, one eye slashed and his mouth
covered by cloth that had a smile stitched on it.
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