Forever

Waiting

When you come to in a room where you can't see two inches in front of your face, your first reaction should be to pull on your restraints and yell as loud as you can. Note my use of the word 'should'.

Well, I suppose it can't be considered odd that the first thing I notice is the hunger twinges going through my stomach and the particular dryness of thirst.

Then I tug at my restraints.

All in all, this is such an annoying- Adam. The memory springs into my mind and instead of shying away from it, I imagine wrapping my hands around his throat and squeezing until he dies, then searching for him running naked through the streets of New York. He may even be arrested. I amuse myself with the thought as I try and shift my hands free from my bonds, to no avail. This will be a longer wait than I anticipated. So I decided to try something new. Raising my head, I yell as loud as I can.

"Can I at least get water?"

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Several hours later a door creaks open, almost imperceptibly had I not been looking for it. Footsteps echo off the walls and a part of me says this will not be pleasant.

That's what I was thinking before something shockingly cold soaked me.

"You wanted water, didn't you." Adam growls, more of a statement than anything else. While I still can't see him I glare into the drarkness around me.

"Not in that particular manner! Why did you-"

"Tie you up and put you in a dark room?" He laughs almost hysterically. "Actually, I did this because I wanted to see what you know."

My glare melts into a scowl. "What exactly is wrong with simply asking?"

This time he merely chuckles and I hear the scrape of a chair on wood. "Do you know even the first thing about the curse?"

"Y- Maybe......."

"What was your first death?"

I search my mind and draw a blank, and fear engulfs me as I realize I don't remember when I first died. Adam acts like he knows, and drops a hint like he can't resist it.

"Had something to do with a slave and a ship......"

"I was shot.... Defending the slave... They threw my body overboard."

"You died valiently."

I take a small risk. "How did you die?"

"What a great question!" Sarcasm drips from his voice like the water I have all over my head and neck. "Who so you think the love of my life was?"

What? How was I-

"Eve."

"Got that right. See, Henry, the truth is, we found this..... Endless cure years ago. She used it."

This time my annoyance is replaced by excited curiosity. "How?"

"Remember the Greek and their tradition."

Gods..... Weapons..... War spoils.... Coins! I would have sat up had my chest not been tied to the chair. As it is I receive a sharp rope burn.

"What was it now?"

"The coins!"

A metallic chink.

"Adam?"

The scrape of a chair. He's bound to kill me now. And while I can't die I certainly don't want to feel the pain of having my wrists slit.

"You're not very smart if you don't know where."

"Under your tongue?"

He says nothing.

"On your lips?"

Again, no reply, aside from a knife's blade digging into then rope around my wrists, cutting it. Now my hands are free.

"Where do you put them?"

Something cracks into my head and colors erupt, giving me a feeling of repetition.

Didn't this happen before?