July 12, 1521, Charlotte Harbor, Florida
"Juan, it's not worth it," Adam, 21 years of age, yelled, "he's innocent!"
"He's in my way!" Juan replied.
"No, I am"
"So be it," Juan tightened his grip on his sword hilt, went for the final blow. Adam closed his eyes.
July 12, 2011, Chase, Wisconsin
"Rain again," Adam thought, now only looking 21 years, "I guess it's good, covers my tracks, silents my sounds." Adam slowly comes up to the small hut.
"Witnesses claiming to see ghost-like figure, supernatural stuff. Media hurls it, tabloids exploits it. I fix it." Adam locates the dislocated door, its ajar.
"Who's there," a figure yells from inside the hut. "Go away or I'll see to your end!"
"Is that...a Victorian English accent?" Adam replies, walking in, hands behind his back. He eyes the figure, medium stature (Adam prefers that), red eyes glowing, and a shadowy, smokey figure (Adam does not prefer that).
"Y..Yes," the figure replied.
"And what's your name?"
"Roger."
"Well, Roger, I'm willing to guess that you were formerly incarcerated at Atlantis," the figure made no reply, "and judging from the fact this, you weren't exactly released." Adam slowly made steps toward the figure.
"Petty human, you made yourself my dinner!" Roger flew in like a hawk, his right arm taking the shape of a blade. Adam could've moved, but stood still. Roger stabbed his blade across Adam's beating heart.
It's still beating. Roger, confused, takes it out. Adam gives out a cry, but a sort of cry a child would make when a toy is taken away from him. Roger crushes the heart in his palm.
But he still breathes. Roger feels a shock run down his shadowy spine.
"How...could..." Roger stumbles.
"Ouch," Adam said, "that hurt a bit. You're definitely not the first to crush my heart, although, you are the first to do it non-figuratively." As he spoke, the hole in his chest started to fill up. New skin, repaired ribs and lungs. A new heart.
"You...you are the..."
"Yea yea, the immortal," Adam said taking a small, empty potion jar out of his right pocket. "Now let's get you back..."
"I know now why master sent me," Roger said, falling to his knees.
"Who's your master?" This was new. Roger looked straight at Adam. He smiled.
"He's back"
"Who's back?" Adam grabs Roger's shadowy collar.
"Juan," Adam's face turned soft, "Juan Ponce de Leon."
End of Story 1: The Distraction
