Ok, it got worse. At one point it had to be around 150 years after my first death that I had build a trap for me. A trap where I would continue to die. I died and died and died and died. It continued for nearly a decade. It was a pretty good trap. I had found an old well with no oxygen in it. The living creatures (plants and bacteria and stuff) used any oxygen that got in the well. I knew that a human would instantly lose consciousness and then die. And that's where I had spent a lot of time. For it was as if I had slept through ten years with the occasional nightmare. It was a pair of scientists that finally found my body and one day I woke up in another morgue. I scared the poor intern pretty bad but he gave me clothes nonetheless. And I started another chapter of my immortality.
You know, I started to use my experience and in one fake life I got pretty damn famous. After a few years I died in a tragic car accident and took of with the money. That allowed me to live a pretty nice life for a while. I build a big house in a lonely forest like all the immortals would have done in all those books. It was pretty cool living alone in the woods. I could do anything I wanted whenever I wanted. You can probably guess that the house wasn't the cleanest one out there and the garden was more like a jungle than a garden. But for a short time I was happy.
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Immortal Death
General FictionDeath had never come more often to a person than it did to this one. But no matter how often he was dragged over the death's doorstep he returned and this is the story of how he lived for a long time.
