Chapter 1 – White Warp Hole
Reaver sat at the waterfront, it was early evening and most of Bloodstone's residents were in the pub, already too drunk to realise that the town idol was sat a few yards away on the dock. The tall dark haired man stared out towards the silhouette of the tattered spire, thinking back to when he and the other hero's had saved Earth from Lord Lucious's diabolical plans. "Seems like last week when that happened...Not last year." Reaver glanced blankly down at his reflection in the sea, no wrinkles, not yet. Another sun setting and not a day older, thanks to his little agreement with the shadow court he could live forever if he wanted.
"Who should I choose this time as a sacrifice for my youth, the shadows can be picky blighter's sometimes..." A gloved hand cupped his face as for a split second a thought crossed his mind *...perhaps iv done all I can do in this life, it has been five hundred years after all, I could always return the seal back to the shadows and grow old gracefully...* " What are you thinking Reaver! Get it together!" The young man threw his arm down by his side and looked to he sky, why were these silly thoughts even crossing his mind? Did he not want to live forever? How stupid, he was after all THE most attractive and sought after man in Bloodstone, hell, Albion! And despite all that he had achieved throughout his life, something was still missing that he couldn't quite put his finger on. This annoyed him so naturally he did what he was born to do. With his eyes still fixed on the pink clouds, he reached for his pistol and blindly shot out in front of him into the endless ocean, unaware of what he had just done. To his surprise the bullet he had shot some thirty seconds ago reappeared and Reaver was slung back from his sitting position to the ground. Eyes wide with shock, he lifted his head to see the tattered spire writhing with a snaking blue icy light that seemed to constrict the tower and then shot across the sea, heading straight for the immortal man. Reaver simply sat there, the bullet had penetrated his shoulder and although his immortality freed him from the effects of ageing, his body could still feel pain, the right side of his body felt heavy with the ball of lead stuck inside it but because of shock, no pain yet followed. A white figure much like a Banshee in appearance floated in front of him, dragging the icy blue light with it.
"And might I ask who the hell you might be...?" Although his voice was it's normal confident self he was hiding his fear.
"Three hundred yearsss" The man raised an eyebrow in a puzzled manner
"uhm...Three hundred years...?"
"Three hundred years you have lived on this Earth. And for three hundred years people have suffered through your selfishness...Sacrificing innocents to save your youth"
Reaver sat in silence, he didn't know what to say. But he knew the white Banshee was right. The creature spread its bony fingers outwards and opened a portal within itself, much like a portcullis gate in colour and stated its final words, " suffer as they have suffered." At once, the immortal man felt his body being dragged into the portal with humongous force which even his agile movements could not escape from. What happened next was a blur to him, he was blinded temporarily by the light that enveloped him and he felt another painful thud as his body hit the ground once more.
