Friday, July 24, 2015

Been a While, Eh? (Part 2)

So after leaving NYC, I decided to follow a lead about other immortals.  Story was that they were in charge of their own university that accepted anyone.  It certainly sounded interesting, and it created questions. How had they gone without detection? Can they tell me more about being immortal?

After arriving at the university, I opted to disguise myself as a potential student. As I was exploring the campus, I "happened" upon the Dean of their science departments. After all, he surely would be immortal if any were. I asked him if he had heard about any "undying plagues." He told me no, and that I could ask the various history professors. As I was about to exit the room, he told me to stop. He asked me if I knew of anyone that was suffering from them. I said yes and asked if he did. He also said yes. In an odd way, we both somehow knew that the other was immortal.

We talked for some time, and he introduced me to the other immortals. I won't say how many there were, but I will say that there were enough to head every major portion of the university.

I learned that the circumstances of each Immortal's "life" are different. Some are like me and revive near-endlessly. Some age normally, but can't die from any other means. Some don't age, but can die from anything that can kill a normal person. They've done research on it there. Some of it for longer than the university has even existed. They believe that the catalyst for the person's immortality is what causes these differences. There was also some mention of the possibility of it being genetic.

When I told them about my own circumstances and how the Archangel has the only means to kill me, they exchanged a few nervous glances. They had known someone like me before, and they had tried an experiment to remove that one weakness. Their friend died in the process.  I asked if they could do it for me.

I asked knowing that it could kill me. That I could have possibly died without having the chance to find Sam and the others. I asked knowing that I would never find them if I was worried about Archangel or his bullets. I prepped myself for the worst.

As I sat on my own, waiting for the head of the university and the sciences Dean, I thought again about everyone I had known up to this point. I never want to forget anyone. From all the bloggers between Med and Beth to all the people I've encountered in between like these immortals and the members of the Agency. At last, the door opened and they walked in with a needle.

They told me that I could still back out. They were scared of losing another Immortal to this. I said no. They rolled up my sleeve and inserted the needle. I was told that it was similar to a flu vaccine, just with trace amounts of Archangel material inside of it.

As I was thinking about that, pain shot through my arm. Suddenly, it felt like someone had lit a fire inside my veins themselves. I felt like I was being torn apart from inside-out. The feeling spread from my arm, to my chest, to my legs, my head, everywhere. It hurt the most when it had reached my heart and had been pumped through elsewhere.

I was only in that room for two and a half hours, but it felt like a lifetime. My body felt like it was about to explode. I wanted the pain to end, I wanted to die from the process. But then I remembered my job: I need to find Sam and the rest. I need to save them.

After writhing about in agony for some time, the pain let up. It wasn't completely gone, but I could at least walk. In fact, I still feel some of it. A slight burning sensation from within, but it has definitely faded in the time since. I'm still not entirely sure if it worked, and I'm not keen to test it myself. Only time will tell, I suppose.

Before I left, the head of the university spoke to me about my future.

"You know Carter, you can stay here. With us. We'll provide the education you need to teach here, at this university. You'd be among friends and be safe for once."

"I would, really, I would. But I have to find my friends first. I have to go. Maybe one day, I'll return here."

That's when I remembered that I hadn't asked about them going unnoticed. "Before I leave, how have you avoided detection for so long?"

He laughed as he responded, "I have no idea. Funny, right? I've been here longer than anyone else, yet I have no clue why. Maybe it's the area around here. Maybe it acts like a perception filter of sorts."

We said our goodbyes at that point and shook hands. He was glad that I survived the shot and hoped to hear from me again. I left feeling as if I had left home for a third time in my life.


Friday, July 17, 2015

Been A While, Eh? (Part 1)

Well, it's been some time since I made a post. I feel like I'm probably way out of the loop right now on stuff...that's never a good thing. I've been spending some time recovering from something that I'll mention in my next post.

So, I said something about being alone. I had been alone at that point waiting at a meeting place for one of my old contacts. When they finally showed up, they gave me information that narrowed the search in one of the locations for me: New York City. Sorry Adam, but I had to go. Beth and I had to part ways. She had some business that was in the opposite direction of where I needed to go. I hope that I'll be able to see her again.

I made my way to the airport, not for a flight, but for a package. After I had shown the "proper" credentials, I was led to the storage site where my package was waiting. It smelled like a trap. Everything was going too easily...and there was a window in plain sight of my container.

I couldn't move it, it was far too heavy to do so. According to its label, it had been there for a few weeks. I decided to risk it, and I opened it up. I was met with a terrible smell...death to be exact. It was the young Russian pilot. He had been brutally maimed before being placed in this box to wait for me at an airport in New York City... Talk about planning, right?

I leaned on the edge of the box. I didn't see any notes in the box for me, so the body was clearly the only message for me. One last look at his face so I would never forget him and how I had failed him. As I turned away, everything slowed down. I saw the scope glint from the nearby hanger and saw the muzzle flash as I threw myself to the ground...the bullet hit right where my head had been only seconds before.

I don't like taking chances. This assailant could have been the Archangel himself, or it could've been some servant with Archangel bullets. One without Archangel bullets. It could even have been a Russian hitman who was avenging the death of one of his own. I didn't, and still don't, know.

I had left my gun outside of the city. Along with most of my stuff. The only things I had on me were the suit I was wearing, and my papers. Even my protective overcoat was with everything else. I was regretting those decisions. After sitting there for some time trying to grasp the situation, I decided to run for it. As I ran out the door, I heard shot after shot miss me. I was thanking the wind for being so erratic on that day.

A short sprint got me out of the airport. I ran and ran until I found an alleyway to duck in to. The voices of people searching for me drew near. Definitely servants. I went the only way I could: the nearby manhole cover was open.

Sewers are terrible. Luckily, they're a good way to lose any pursuit. Best part is that they walked right by me without even noticing me! They were talking about some TV show they wanted to watch later. The idiots! I left out of the entrance they used (they had come from the opposite way that I had entered) and closed it behind me. Before leaving, I dumped my suit and bought a new one. Then I got as far away from NYC as I could while heading toward my next lead.

Adam, if you're reading this, sorry for the dust I kicked up. I didn't leave too much of a mess though. No bodies.

And lastly, who all's even still around and kicking? I don't want to be the last one from my generation...