Okay

What do you want to know?

      "Now don't be rude." the father scolds him as he walks over to the sofa placing himself next to his wife. "Please sit" he offers with a wave of his hand at the direction of the chair across the room. I take the sit uneasily, i don't feel like sitting right now due to the fact that something feeling weird about this family. I can't put my finger on what is off about them though. Before i can think to much about it my thoughts are interrupted, "So let's just get this started, why are you here and how did you find us?" says the father.

I take a deep breath, "I'm here to understand something. I have recently found you would be the one to talk to." He nods slowly. "What is it that you feel you need to understand? Whatever you heard it's probably wrong." He seems very defensive; it is only going to make it harder to learn anything if i have to fight for it. "Look i'm pretty sure you know that there is a race of people that cannot die. And i am one of them." i say slowly trying to gauge their reaction. The wife takes a deep breath in and the son looks like he's ready to attack me at any moment. "What is it that you want." the son asks sharply. I decide to tell them about the group in New York, " there's a large group of them in New York that are hurting a lot of people. They forced me to join them, I don't want to be apart of them, so i want to know if you can tell me how our race is killed."

"Mhm, i see." The father speaks quietly. He turns to his wife. They look at each other like they are having a silent conversation together. "What do you plan on doing with that information?" the wife asks me' it surprises me that she spoke for she hasn't since I've walked into this room. I don't want to give out the personal reasons behind this so i can only tell her half the reason. "They need to be stopped and i know that only permanent death will stop them."

"Okay, well to tell you what you want to know we need to tell you the history of our race." says the father. I nod; the more information i can get the better chance i'll have to kill myself. I want to make sure that once i'm dead i stay dead, to never come back. I can't sit back and let this go on any longer. There is only evil within me. I cannot let it continue to exist meaning that i must bring as many of the others down with me. It's ironic, before when i tried to live the most normal life that i could i desperately tried very hard not to let anyone get to close as to ensure i wouldn't bring anyone down to the lowest level that is my existence.