Prologue
She had brought him back just to turn around and try to kill him again.
Steven stumbled through the wooded area applying pressure to the wound caused by Helen and her murderous intent, she had brought him back from death and recreated his body using her futuristic technology she stole from a time that he supposed was not her own, his mind was replaced with artificial memories but something within him had snapped and he remembered everything that had happened before he had passed away, he stopped to catch his breath leaning against the nearest tree, trying to keep himself from looking at his wound.
"Evil, conniving, crazy, bitch." He mumbled to himself, hissing out the last word, the woods was thick and he was sure if he stayed there no one would find him till morning, but he couldn't keep moving, he just couldn't, his vision was blurring, his lids drooping, his mind begging for that sweet serenity of darkness that comes when they close, no worry, no care, just rest.
He saw a light in the distance, it almost looked like a torch light, he smiled, he figured that he must've just missed this part last time, because he didn't remember a light coming for him when he died before, he waited for warmth to wash over him, or cold, whatever they planned for him, he found it weird that the song Staying Alive by the BeeGees was playing through his mind as the light came closer, he realised at a second glance the light was actually from a torch and the girl standing behind it was hovering above him, but she seemed unexpectedly calm.
"What are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous out here?" he didn't so much hear her words as he saw them, he felt her voice wrap around him and almost lift him to his feet, her words were so soft, he wanted to reach out and touch them but they vanished before he could feel them.
He groaned and moved the hand that was covering his wound, she huffed, she didn't gasp like most of the people would, and he gave a goofy smile as she kneeled beside him and pressed down on his wound.
"Ok, I know this may be hard but I need you to stand, can you hear me, you need to stand and walk." He felt her throw his arm over her small shoulder and press harder on the wound, he sat up a little and hissed, she just kept pulling him up till he was on his feet, he was surprised that she was supporting most of his weight, she was tall but thin, she didn't look as strong as she was, but he didn't have time to question it, his vision was blurring and he could feel his skin growing cold and his heart beat slowing down, he felt her breaths getting heavier, and then finally he felt something soft behind him, and he closed his eyes and waited for the sweet bliss of death.
"I'm Steven" he remembered whispering and hearing a laugh in the back of his mind.