Immortal

Immortal

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Our world was recently severely changed by an asteroid. By recently I mean 13 years ago. The asteroid had carried large particles that were scattered around the planet. These particles then found their way to animals, Causing them to mutate and raid the earth. Eventually the particles then transferred off and into human beings. There were all types of different species created by this asteroid. Nobody knows where it came from, or how to maintain these species. We now refer to them as powers. Some may be unfortunate and not be able to control their power. Leading to death. Powers such as from tails forming on humans to wings. Of course some were deadly, and could not be contained. But scientists had figured a way. They ensured we'd have peace amongst our new creatures by developing weapons, containing weaknesses to all these powers. Soon later they'd created a danger ranking. From least dangerous to most. You must be wondering which is the most dangerous. Well that is the immortal. Immortals are ranked most dangerous due to them being highly unstable and not being able to control their thoughts, leading to actions which change the world. Immortals are only born every 200 years. Which allows citizens to be safe for more time than they need. Until one particular fellow was born.
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He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

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