Edited by Hannah Lynn Mcdonald
This chapter gets gory.
"I'm going to return Abigail to you, Henry."
[Flashback]
"Abigail, I'm home." Henry called. Something was off - Abigail was usually in the kitchen when he came home,but now all the lights were off and Abigail was nowhere to be seen.
"Abigail?" Henry repeated. The house reminded him of something he had seen in one of those films Abraham had convinced him to go to. Upon seeing the gore, even as a doctor, Henry began a lecture about the differences between film and books and how books were superior.
Henry checked the living room, Abraham's bedroom, his office, the bathrooms and even the garage; but Abigail was nowhere to be found. Henry stopped - the one place he hadn't checked was their own bedroom. He rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. He felt a change in the atmosphere as he got closer to his bedroom door. Henry was never a religious man but he found himself praying for Abigail to be asleep in their bed. Of course, that was not his luck. The scene in front him was not at all holy.
The first thing his mind registered was blood. Lots of blood. Everywhere. On the bed, the windows, the walls, the floor. There were body parts everywhere. Fingers on the window sill, arms on the floor, thighs on the bedside table. But the worst was lying there on the pillow.
Her head.
[Present day]
"Abigail? That's not funny." Henry said. Adam was nowhere in his line of sight so he assumed he was still slowly circling the table.
Adam suddenly stopped. "It isn't a joke. She's alive, Henry. She's like us."
Henry didn't understand why Adam would go through all this trouble, just to get Henry's hopes up. Then again, it was Adam.
"No, she's dead. I saw her body. I was at her funeral." Henry's voice was barely above a whisper. The body had traumatized him. He didn't sleep or eat for weeks after seeing it and he never slept in that room again. Abraham never knew of the horrors he saw in that room - he was told she had been murdered, but never in such a gruesome manner.
"Henry, Henry... You see everything in black and white - it either is or isn't. But you completely ignore the shades of gray between." Adam said, knowing he would have to speed this up if he wanted to leave before the medicine wore off and Henry could see clearly again.
"You know what, two questions - you've got two questions, it can be anything, but it needs to be fast. Detective Martinez will need your assistance soon." Adam told him. If they weren't going to speak ever again, might as well let him have answers.
Henry's mind raced. There were so many questions. How long has Abigail been immortal? Where is she? He spoke before his mind could come up with a final question. "Why?" Henry asked. "Why are you letting her come back to me?"
Adam scoffed. He knew Henry would ask that. "You were the only immortal I knew and I had to know that you wouldn't break under pressure. I had to know that you would keep our secret even in extreme amounts of stress and sadness. Abigail's 'death' was a test. And you passed. Getting her back and her immortality was the reward. I know what it's like to love and to lose, Henry." Adam barely stopped himself from looking at his watch, beginning to become impatient. "One more - we are on a clock."
"How did you do it?" How did he make Abigail immortal. Adam smiled. This one, he was proud of.
"Henry, I know how we can die. I also know how to pass on immortality. That's all I did - I passed it on to Abigail." Adam informed him.
Henry was speechless. Adam had figured it all out, and he could now play God. His immortality could be reversed, and all it took was whatever Adam had figured out. But did he really want to die? Now that he might have Abigail back? No, it was all worth it if she was back. He could make peace with his plight and maybe he would be alright with it.
"You can pass it on? How? And how do you know it even kills an immortal?" Henry drilled Adam with questions. Adam just smirked.
"Sorry, you already asked your two questions. Goodbye, Henry." Adam said. Henry didn't have the opportunity to reply before a knife was in his throat and his life was flashing before his eyes.
_Time skip_
Abraham sighed as the phone rang. It was probably Detective Martinez looking for Henry.
"Hello?" Abraham greeted.
"Abe, hi. Is Henry there?" Detective Martinez asked. Abe was right.
"No, he isn't. Do you have a case?" Abe asked. He hadn't seen Henry since yesterday afternoon, but he couldn't tell her that.
"No, we don't. Can you tell him to come to the station when he gets back. There's someone here looking for him." She said.
Abe wondered who would possibly be looking for Henry that didn't know where he lived.
"Yeah, i'll tell him." Abe said before hanging up the phone. He shrugged and went back to work.
Henry never got used to sitting in the back of a police cruiser. The whole ride to the precinct was spent thinking about how unfortunate it was for both parties that he always came back naked.
He currently sat in front of Lieutenant Reece trying to explain why he was brought in for skinny dipping all the while his long lost wife stood in the bullpen conversing with Jo.