Immortality ||Liam Payne au

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Liam's *POV*

My breath is heavy. It's cold, snowing even, and I am only dressed in a grey short sleeve shirt and green plaid pj bottoms. No shoes. I can't feel my feet, but that doesn't matter. I stop running and look behind me. I start walking a bit, looking all around me, trying my best to be alert and aware in this winter darkness. The only sound on the nighttime streets is the quite sound of my foot steps in the patted snow.

I'm terrified. My hot, heavy breaths kiss the cold air and form into hot clouds as they meet. "Oh no..." I mutter as I start hearing the heavy foot steps nearing the corner of the street. I start running again as I hear the loading of the black cloaked person's gun. I hear a slight noise, but it's not a gun. It sounds more powerful. More...More dangerous. Life threatening even. It hits me. Hard. Right in the back.

I scream and the light...the power...forces me to arch my back backwards. I start being lifted up in the air. The purple light starts wrapping around me, squeezing the life out of me. I scream louder and louder. It's electric. I can feel it now. It feels as if the electricity is pulsing through my vains. I am now unable to move, as if I were...paralyzed... 

The electricity wraps around me tighter and it slithers up my body, soon enough wrapping around my neck not giving me the ability to scream. 

"Just put me out of my misery already..." I say to myself, a tear escaping my right eye and running down my cheek as my face gets covered in the light purple electricity. It electrocutes my throat as I strangle to get loose. As it electrocutes me, everything turns to a blur, things fade in and out, until everything finally turns white...

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Lily's *POV*

As I walk the streets of downtown London, on my way to the cafe, I see an ambulance and a crowd of people. I decide to walk over. I love drama. I squeeze in between people to get in the front. A slight gasp escapes my parted lips. "Oh my god..." I whisper. 

There was a mangled brown haired boy, about my age. He was bloody from head to toe and he had slightly charred skin as if he was set on fire or electrocuted to death. The young male's dead eyes are wipe open and the expression on his face is terrifying. It's heart stopping. He looks so scared. An awful way to die. His cheeks looked a bit damp and his gracious brown dead eyes looked glazed over in tears.

He didn't look dead...yet...he did. He wasn't breathing but it looked liked he was crying. I watched anxiously as he is carried into the ambulance. Right before they close the doors, there is a blood curtailing scream from the ambulance. The people that loaded him in the car jump out. The boy screams louder and louder.

I peek my head in and see some sort of symbol form in the side of his neck. It looks as if an invisible force were carving the symbol right into his neck with a knife. Where the symbol was forming, blood was surfaced. He opens his eyes and looks at me. He screams and cries. The young male reaches out to me.

"GET HIM AWAY FROM ME!" He yells. I look at him confused. He points behind me. I look through the crowd and see a black cloaked figure stand in the middle. It stands there, mocking me as I look it up and down, a worried look printed on my face. I look back at him, and the screaming stops. He has the deathly terrifying expression on his face once more. Eyes glazed over with tears, singed, bloody skin, damp cheeks. The symbol is engraved in his neck but there is no blood. I look back over my shoulder. The cloaked figure is gone...

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"Monica, I just don't know!" My best friend, Monica, invited me over once I told her about what happened between me and the dead boy. Monica is two days younger than me. She has bright, playful green eyes that dance when she smiles or is excited. Monica has bright orange hair that complements her green eyes perfectly. Her whole body is covered in orange freckles. The dimples in her cheeks complete her face. Any boy would want her. But there is a reason why they don't.

She talks to ghosts.

Monica exhales through her nose heavily. Her look is stern, concentrated. She leans off her knees and towards me. I scoot back a bit as her freckled face is inches away from mine. Monica's green eyes stare intently into mine. It feels like forever before she nods and sits back down.

"It was a message," She tells me, "He was giving you clues. You see-"

I raise a finger, "Bu-"

"Ah ah!" She places her index finger on my lips to keep me quiet with her left hand, as her right hand's index finger covers her mouth. I look down at her hand before grabbing her wrist and pushing her arm away.

"Listen, Monica. You gotta help me. I don't understand. One minute he's dead, then he's alive, next minute he's dead again. No one else seemed to notice when he came back. It was just me." She raises an eyebrow.

"Explain the symbol that was engraved in his neck again, please, Lil." She always called me "Lil." It's quit annoying. I look up at her ceiling and sigh loudly.

"Well, it was an upside down triangle. Instead of the top two points meeting, they crossed over and kept running 'til it got to his collar bone. In the center of it, there is a line that goes through it." Monica doesn't answer. She gets up and walks over to her book shelf and scans through all the books. 

"Ah ha!' She yells. She pulls out a thick, dark red colored book. 

"What book is that? I've never seen it in your shelf." The book was all dusty and looked very old. The corners were torn. Monica threw the book on the bed. As it hit the bed, dust flew everywhere. I slid my hand over the cover to read what it was titled. "W-What is this?!" It had old strange writing on it. Monica sat and turned the book towards her. She looked up at me and smirked.

"The Book of Immortality..."