Forever Immortal.
The cathedral, old, dusty, the hall was huge and hollow, the non- existent footsteps echoed throughout. A lone man sat to the back of the church head bowed eyes closed. His hair long and black his attire was faded out blue jeans with a black t shirt with a worn out travellers cloak. If anyone looked at him they would know that he wasn't from around here. He seemed lost but always knew his heading. He rose his head at the sound of a creak to the back of him where the doors moved a little to allow a short, scrawny old man of about his mind sixties entered,
"I'm sorry for the disturbance," said the priest as he bowed his head slightly. The man looked back at him his expression not changing from when his eyes were closed. He responded,
"It's ok, how are your padre?"
"I'm ok I guess," The father responded, "I'm getting old you know I need some help in the yard my knees can barely take the weight and pressure of the day's activities." He sighed. The man smiled,
"If you want help all you had to do was ask," he got up and walked over to him, "what do you need my assistance for?"
"I need help to feed the ducks and with the garden to the back," responded the old priest. They walked out of the old church together. The priest feeling relieved that his burden has been lifted for he knew that his life was short.
After the day's activities, the man sat on the stone steps to the front of the church quenching his thirst with some ice cold water that the priest offered to him. Holding the glass in hand, his mind went blank for a while then he saw something, something that his eyes couldn't see. He was looking through someone else's eyes or looking into their mind.
This was not the first time that this has happened. This was something that happened recently in the past fifty years of his life. The vision he got was one of fire, and sex, he was watching someone having sex with someone else, at that moment he felt the anger surge through him not being able to do anything, the anger was not his but whoever's mind he was looking into. Then there was infinite despair into blackness to the pit of his stomach which wasn't his. Everything died away and he was back to reality.
The father came around and sat next to him,
"Thank you for your help," the priest smiled up at him.
"It's the least I can do for your hospitality," the man said, "however, I must leave now." The priest's face fell. His help was about to leave him and his deteriorating health.
"At least before you leave May I enquire your name?" the priest asked. The man replied,
"I have had many deaths, I no longer exist," he looked into the sky as though he were telling a mellow story, "I no longer carry a name."
The priest looked at him in bewildered wonder,
"Then I'll name you, mmmmm, Mibu." The man smiled at the priest gave his thanks, walked into the church gathered his travelling cloak and left without even a look behind. He walked forever immortal, now his journey continued for the man whose mind he invaded once more, this man could have the answers to his questions and how to find death and kill it.