Les Immortels

Prologue

MAY 2014

It is only a game to them.

I scamper through the busy jungle.

I flee along the hidden trail.

From the corner of my eye, I catch a brief glimpse of the river Amazon, breathing heavily... I swerve, parallel to the rushing waters. I make my way southward, keeping in the shadows of the magnificent trees.

But they never give up.

Their thundering footsteps build to a crescendo now as they become more determined to defeat me in this game.

They have tried to win ever since they found out it was me...relentlessly torturing anybody who could have possibly had any clue about me and my intentions.

It is only a game to them.

Here out of their sight, I look directly in front of me, but it is impossible to locate a way to safety...because the river curves ahead, running back down the other side of me. I know for sure that I can't turn back.

I snake past different exotic plants; their enchanting flowers beckoning me to stop and admire their beauty... I pass birds...no, parrots... of different colours and calls. Not hesitating to run around a bush, but instead leaping over it, I quickly decide what I must do.

I can't have come all this way to let them win now.

I persuade myself to believe in the uncertainty of my only possible plan, there can be no return from here. I push my screaming muscles to their extent, flying past the frightened creatures.

Their voices cat-call from behind me. Taunting me.

They are getting closer, showing off their immense power and speed.

Morals do not exist to them... nor do the lives of the many that they have ended.

Only the money that comes with their lifestyle exists.

As I run, the events of the past week flash before me...the meeting of the Dangers, as they laugh manically, they are the infamous villains who sink in the quicksand of Lucifer.

I thunder the final steps before the jump; a 'run-up' of sorts, ignoring their threats and promises, as I swat the sweat-drenched hair out of my eyes. I don't notice the accidental jolt near my belt, blaming it on nerves.

Criminals only ever give birth to the same kind of people.

The voices behind me get rapidly louder, but I pay no attention.

Without any sign of preparation I leap and soar over the bank of the river. I see them gasp in shock and terror at my attempted escape, knowing now that they will never find out what I know. Adrenaline still runs through my veins and arteries.

Above me, so close, and so far, above me, a helicopter whirs, and startled, I see your grey eyes peering through my soul. I breathe a sigh of relief, as you unintentionally execute their final hopes of examining my memories.

They understand their defeat. Maybe the first time they understand that they have lost the game. But I haven't won yet. Yet. Their sacrifice isn't as large, awesome, or important as mine by a million.

I finally think to look down instead of up, breaking contact with your grey eyes. I catch sight of the wire hooked onto my belt.

I look up at you once more, and you stare back, with sorrow in your deep, bottomless pupils. I recall owning a strong emotion for you. Love. No, hate. Wait no! Both. But why? I don't have the time, effort, or patience to try and find you in my memories. For now, you are only a form of the past, and I hate dwelling on the past. That much I do remember. I seem to understand that you are about to regret something, and unwillingly, I have already forgiven you.

Should I feel relieved? I don't have any time to think.

"Sorry." you whisper. You raise your hand, a long metal object firmly grasped in your palm.

It comes down with such force that I don't know what to expect.

There is no time to feel pain, or any other emotion, because suddenly, everything goes black, like someone has just flicked off a light.

A/N tell me what you think. Sorry for the cliffhanger! Love you all lots like jelly tots! Vomment, and cote. :* xoxoxo