Tales of the Dead 1 Mortalus Immorta Rises

Chapter 1

Year: 1994 Person: Boris Stojkov, 87 years old.

For ease of reading translated from Russian to English. An elderly man, on a hospital bed. He is attached to all kinds of machines. His family of succesfull or potent children and grandchildren is gathered around him. His wife went a year ago. He looks into the eyes of all his relatives. "I will miss you grandpa." says Niklas. A little kid, 5 years old. Boris remembers playing with him in the living room. He is a smart little fella. He will turn out all right. He smiles and rubs his little hand. "Don't miss me Niklas, I have lived a good life. death is just a new adventure I am going to go on. I have made a great family and am happy with what I have acomplished. All of you, please mourn, but don't let your sadness take you down for longer then a week. We all die someday and I am lucky with the time I have had. Please end up like me. Surrounded by your loved ones and with no regrets." Everyone sobs a little. Then time stops.

A boy with sunglasses on walks into his room. He is wearing a leather jacket and black trousers with a chain. His hair is pitch black. He looks around the room. "Hey Boris, that was a good time right?" Boris smiles. "Hey Jamie, is it time already?" "Yeah, 87 years is a long time for a human. But for me?" Jamie pauses with a sad sigh. "You know the drill." "Yeah I remember now, We have known each other for a long time now haven't we Jamie? 1000 years, And all those times I died you were there, one way or another. Always with your eyes covered, to protect my offspring. Why do you always come back for me? Why not let me behind in the realm of souls? After I die you always drop me of into the river." Jamie laughs. "Your soul is eternal dear Boris, I know that you must be tired but your soul is one of the purest around. You always make some good people, you turn the bad souls that infest your offspring good. I have yet to have as much experience as some of the other ones but I know that you are a good one." Boris stands up from his bed. He walks around the room, with all the tubes and wires following him. He kisses each and everyone of his offspring. He lies back in bed and looks at Jamie. Jamie looks to him, one single tear rolls from his face downward to his jacket. "You know this always makes me sad Boris, how you say goodbye to your family, it makes me hate my job but love it at the same time.""I know Jamie, but its time, I want a young body again, could you put me in America this time? I feel that I might be needed there in the next century." "Will do my dear friend."Jamie says with a sad smile."Good luck there, I have a feeling that you will help me next time, instead of other way around. See you in a jiffy dear Thor."

As he says that he moves close to the old body of his life long friend and lifts his sunglasses. Two green pools are at the spot of his eyes. Those pools are filled with flying ghosts, An eternal amount of space is reaveled. Every mortal being that stares into those eyes is sucked into the soul realm. Boris suddenly tenses up and his jaw falls open. A little green orb goes out and flies into Jamie's eyes. Jamie puts on his sunglasses on again. He sighs, and puts Boris the body on the bed. He fixes the sheets and walks out the room. Time flows again and you hear Boris's body blowing out his last breath. His family falls silent. Jamie turns around the corner of hall way and walks out the hospital. He steps on to the parking lot. On the parking lot stands a motorcycle, a black chopper with a huge engine. Jamie jumps on his motorcycle and puts in the key. His engine roars to life and he races of. People jump out of the way as he speeds of onto the highway.

His hair wavers in the wind, he is going about 150 km an hour. He zigzags trough the cars, He is on his way to the airport in Moscow. Road flies underneath him as his mind wanders, he needs to be in America by sunrise next day so he should probably turn on the boost. His hand flicks a switch, his motor starts spewing fire and races off.