The Immortals

Chapter 2 | New york

ALIYAH DEMONTE

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I walked through town that never sleeps after waving to a man I had met earlier.

I wasn't bothered to alter my crimson red, bloody dress. So I was walking around with blood everywhere on my face and body. I appeared like a serial killer, which I am.

The people around me observe me like some monster which made me smile. Everyone was running away, while I was dragging my axe behind me.

I loved this with all my heart. I mean in the end I'd prefer to be feared than loved. Love doesn't get you anywhere. Everyone, including family, showed me that.

I then saw a dark figure with blood on his abs.

it was the person I waved at earlier. He was also walking round the city that never sleeps.

Was he like me?

I mean he didn't clean up and he looked bloody like me. He also seemed like a serial killer like me. The blood everywhere made him look attractive.

He looked even more attractive up close. He had a shaved beard with kind soft lips. His hair was a dark black colour. it was as dark as night. It was fluffy and beautiful. He's an awfully beautiful man indeed. I've never met someone as beautiful as him.

He walked towards me and stopped before me. He stared at me with an admiring look. There was lust in his eyes.

What was he thinking?

locking eyes with him, I felt tension within the air.

Did he feel it too?

He finally broke the silence.

"You got some blood there." he told me.

His voice was dark and husky. I loved it. It gave me chills.

"You too," I answered with a smile.

Suddenly I heard someone behind me on the phone.

"There's two people here with blood everywhere. one contains an axe and the other has a dagger" i heard them say.

It was a brief lady with beautiful brown hair. She seemed like she was in her mid 20s. She hasn't been older than me since I was 19.

I walked towards her.

"Such a shame I've got to kill you. You had such pretty hair. Goodbye, love."

"i-" she started.

I sliced her hands off clean. she screamed. oh my what an ideal sound. I smiled at her as she stayed still glaring at me with horror in her eyes. Next I went for her feet.

I heard the laugh again. It absolutely was the most effective sound I've ever heard. I turned and it absolutely was the attractive man I was with. He looked at me with ausement in his eyes. I smiled at him then turned back around.

But as I was going to slice off the lady's head, I heard sirens.

"for fucks sake" I groaned. "you bitch"

"DROP IT" someone yelled at me.

I groaned and spinned and it was a cop. out of boredom i threw the axe at his shoulder. I didn't want him to die just yet. I just wanted to listen to him scream.

he fell to his knees.

the other cop shot at me.

I groaned. simply because I'm immortal does not imply i can not feel pain. Pain hurts, like a bitch. I still bleed.