Alright, this is the start of my Highlander story. Many thanks go out to Spirit Speaker for looking this over and editing it. Enjoy.
Lucas sighed as he fell to his knees in defeat. He really should have listened more carefully; if he had, he probably wouldn't be about to lose his head. Yep, definitely not how he pictured himself dying 4 months ago. Still, at least he didn't have to wonder about if anyone would miss him. He was already dead to anyone who cared. He laughed, and why shouldn't he? The adopted son of a car tycoon, dying in a street in the slums. The universe definitely had a sense of irony.
"Something funny, kid?" growled the man in the cloak. The added condescension just made Lucas laugh even more.
"Nothing that an undereducated hick like you would understand." Defiant to the end, why the hell not? Not like he really had that much of a future ahead of him anyways.
"College students. The centuries seem to have only made your kind more arrogant instead of more enlightened."
"Can you just shut up and get this over with?" Lucas really hated when people drug things out unnecessarily.
"So eager to die are we? Very well then."
Still laughing, Lucas decided that being Immortal really was overrated.