My Immortal

Chapter 1: An Unusual Encounter

The air was crisp. It was mid Autumn, winter was on its way. I could feel the slight cold breeze against my cheeks, each time it felt like I was being pricked with a small needle.  Moonstone park was silent, so silent that I could hear the leaves falling from the trees. The park was bathed in the moonlight, everything was illuminated, flowers took different shape and form, the trees even adopted a menacing appearance- Moonstone was definitely one scary place.

 I had never been here in the evening, it was too dangerous, just last week there was another murder. This was no surprise of course. Moonstone park is located in Ramsdale. Ramsdale is one of the most notorious suburbs for crime. Being so Moonstone has become infamous for murders, muggings and gang bangs. Moostone has never been shy of media attention, however the media isn't even the culprit for making it so famous. The legend is. 

Legend says that eons ago, a lonesome nomad travelled from one end of the earth to the other. Along his journey he gathered information and secrets. Over time it was believed that the nomad unlocked the secrets of the universe, and one of the most sought after secrets known to man was discovered, this being...immortality. It is said that the traveller feared of ever losing this knowledge, so in order to preserve it, he forged immortality itself into a single stone, this has been adopted as the moonstone. Eventually people started to discover that a single man held the key to immortality, so naturally they sought to find it. Over time the nomad became the hunted. Hunted for his secrets. It is believed that in his final days, he travelled to a far away place and hid in a dark forest. He was safe, but not for long. He was eventually found. In order to keep his secret from everyone else, the nomad hid it deep within the forest, only he knowing the exact location. One day the hunters finally caught up with him, the nomad having nothing to live for anymore, slit his throat and stained the forest with his blood. Being so, that forest was named Moonstone Park. Since then many have searched for the stone, but after time people started to realise that it was only a legend. Over time it was just a story parents would tell their impressionable children. But as time goes on, as you grow up, you begin to realise what a load of shit it all was. 

My name is Rosette Thorne, I am seventeen years old, and I am an orphan. My parents died when I was six years old. It was an autumn night, some what like this, when thieves broke into our house and ransacked everything. However that was not enough. They had to also take my parent's lives. I only survived because I was small enough to hid in the clothes dryer.

Thats the last thing i remember about my mother, her frantic pleas for me to hide. All in all I don't really remember my parents, only faint details. Like my mothers long flowing brown hair and her full red lips always showering me in kisses every night. I also remembered my fathers protective embrace. My mother was a beautiful woman, thankfully I had taken some of her features- like her long flowing brown hair, tanned skin tone and her thick red lips. I also have a lot from my dad, being his emereld green eyes and high cheekbones. I only have some pictures to keep them alive. I find comfort with those pictures, they are priceless to me. 

As I continued walking, I spotted something glowing towards a large patch of trees. I followed the light. Slowly, slowly I inched closer. I could hear the murmer of voices and laughter. What I heard next shocked me to my very core. I heard a gut wrenching scream. It sounded like a girl. I ran forward to see what was happening. I slowed my pace and crept in the bushes. What I saw was pure evil. My body froze and muscles locked. Before me I saw a young girl tied up and gagged. Her clothes were blood soacked and her hair had been cut off. On top of her was a man wielding a large knife. I couldn't watch this. What was more disturbing was that the man had an audience, they were all enjoying it. 

I didn't realise it but I was crying. I was still frozen, unable to move, the man was holding the limp body of the girl in his hands. He had a maliciously satisfying look on his face, nothing but pride and satisfaction. I had to call the cops, I had to get out of here, I just had to help her I had to-----