Creatures Of The Night

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

My eyes opened a crack. Everything was in a blurry blob of nothing. My lungs were burning, because I couldn't take enough oxygen into them. My head rolled back, as I just made out a big, stilling figure crouching over something. What the heck happened? Why was I like this? Then my memories flooded into my mind, filling the blank spaces. I got stabbed. Damn. I looked at my chest, to spot my white gown stained with dark red blood. My blood. The dagger was nowhere to be seen.

There was a gaping hole in the gown, the only other evidence that I had just been stabbed. I looked back at the big, figure. My eyesight was finally adjusting, becoming clearer. I could just make out the man leaning over a crippled figure, with a dagger in his hands, raised above his head in a striking position. He was about to attack. When this information snapped in my mind, I knew I had to act fast as lightning. My gun was lying on the floor, near my feet, just inches away. Twisting my legs, I managed to grab the gun, between my feet. Bending my feet's back a bit, for more leverage, I quickly threw the gun up in the air with all my might.

While gravity acted its job upon my gun causing it came crashing down towards me. My hands reached out, catching the gun neatly. Bending my legs again, this time towards my body. I balanced myself in a crouching position, right before I flipped myself upright, on my feet. I almost lost my balance as everything went wonky again. I was still a little woozy on my feet, but nothing but time would fix that. I looked at the man who had just dash the sword towards Ms Fernando's neck. My hands roam around my gun for a split second, finally reaching the safety switch.

Click

The sound vibrates through the atmosphere. My gun was aimed directly at his head, not wavering or trembling. I knew he heard it. His body froze in mid-air. The sword just inches from Ms Fernando neck, nearly ending her life. That was close. Too close.

"Move, and I will shoot." I said, my voice surprisingly strong even though my throat was nearly ripped out moments ago.

"Turn around slowly and drop the weapon." I ordered.

The man turned around steadily. His face evolved in a ray of emotions. Fury and confusion dominated most of the emotions though. I watched as he dropped the dagger, and it clanged to the floor, adding tension to the already hallowed silence.

"Kick it towards me."

The man obeyed my command. His eyes trained on me as he kicked the dagger towards me.

"How? You shouldn't be up. I stabbed you in the heart. You should be dead!" the man hollered with frustration and confusion laced in his voice.

Remember when I introduced myself and things about my life. Well, I left out one big gaping fact. I don't like thinking about it. It hurts me; I don't know why I have it. It makes me feel less of a human than I already am. I don't need any more of that. The reason I don't understand death, is because I can't die. I cannot die meaning I can't lose my life. Dying is impossible for me. If someone tried to kill me, no matter what way but for example like the man who stabbed me in the heart. I blank out for a few seconds before waking up.

My body healed itself so whatever killed me, like a stabbed wound disappeared for my body. I would return to my original body before I ever got hurt. I heal really fast, from any injuries from a matter of minutes. I don't know why I can't die, I don't remember the first time I learned that I can't die. Because for as long as I can remember, I always knew in my mind I could never die. I knew it was inhuman to do so. But I can't change it. On the bright side, the power can be very helpful with my job. Yet, I hate it, in some ways because it makes me feel so different and freaky.

There is actually more to it. I can't lose any part of my body also. If someone tried to chop my arm or leg off it won't work. They would fail. It would look like it slice through my skin and bones, but it doesn't' drop off my body. It stays intact. Freaky, I know. I'm invincible and immortal, however I don't know if I can die of old age. I've got a lot of years to find out. The man knows he killed me; he could never have missed not how close he was. But the man doesn't know anything about me. So, he was so confused of the impossibility that just occurred. I have no plan of telling him either. I've never told anyone on what I could do and I'm not going to begin now. It was my secret.