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Immortality has its ups and downs, I guess I can't complain. But I didn't ask for this, I didn't want to watch my family grow old and die. I wanted to have a family of my own, kids to scold and love, a wife. Why me? I didn't ask for this, but I didn't have a choice.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Ortus

Submitted: March 05, 2014

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Submitted: March 05, 2014



ORTUS by: Brandon L.S.W


January 5th, 1832 Boston Harbor

The sound of rain hitting the planks of the dock was deafening in the once silent night. I stood there like an idiot waiting for her, I knew she wouldn't come. After all why would a girl like her fool around with a guy like me. I stood for nearly an hour waiting, hoping maybe my judgement had been wrong and that she was just late. after all this downpour just came from the blue. After a while I just gave up, as I turned to walk back home there was a scream. Stupid, I was stupid for thinking I could be heroic. I ran as fast as I could without slipping to the alley where the scream had come from. I shouldn't have been shocked, but it all just overwhelmed me. There in front of me was four men surrounding a huddled heap on the wet ground. See the smart thing to do was ignore the men, turn around, and run away, that what I normally would have done. Then I saw her face, It was messy with god knows what, but it was ‘her’. It all made sense now, why she was late, why she seemed anxious to get away from her family.

“Get away from her.” I called.

My voice was almost lost in the rain but one of the men heard me, he nudges the others and they all turn to look at me. At first I though it must have been a joke, their faces were covered in blood. Thick crimson liquid coated their hands, the rain caused the fluid to run down their clothes like red rivers. I knew then I should have run, maybe I wouldn't be in the hole I am in now, but I didn't I stood my ground. One of the men said something to the other and they both laughed. They stepped forward as the other two picked up the girl.

“Let her go, I don’t want any trouble” I said as bravely as I could.

The man responded, but I did not understand a single word, he was speaking a strange language. I think he may have been telling me that if I didn't leave he’d kill us both. I ignored his threat. I reached into my coat and drew my dagger, I had always carried it for the hell of it, who knew that one day that very same dagger would almost kill me.

“I don’t want to have to use this but I will, now please leave the girl.” I said.

The men just laughed again and stepped closer.

“Come on Bradley we all know you don’t have the guts to use that.” Said the lead man in perfect english.

“How do you know my name?” I asked.It had to be a joke, these men they were probably paid off by someone to trick me.

As I stepped forward to tell the men I knew it was just a joke I made the mistake of lowering the dagger. In one fluid movement the lead man snatched the knife from my hand and plunged it deep into my chest. My scream of pain was torn from my lungs as he picked me up and threw me against the wall. My vision flicked as I lay on the ground gasping for air as a pool of my own blood grew around me. This is it, I thought. I was gonna die right here in the rain. Killed, by a stranger, with my own knife. I laughed, in a brief moment of insanity I laughed. I laughed until my lungs were burning, I could taste blood at the back of my throat, I coughed up blood, yet I continued to laugh. These men must have thought I was crazy. Laughing hysterically in a pool of my own blood. The men surrounded me and started to kick. My world went black as a barrage of boots and fists. I couldn't move so I took my punishment, thankfully I passed out long before they finished beating me.

My eyes were heavy, I could barely move. I turned my head and looked at the still for of the girl. The men were nowhere in sight. They had left us for dead, only I wasn't Dead and neither was she.  


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