A/N: Yo everyone I really hope you enjoyed the last chap to those of you reading it. I know it seems weird but that is a part of the appeal. Anyways R/R and enjoy.

Disclaimer: Some of the characters do not belong to me but the plot does. The characters that do not belong to me belong to their respective peoples.

Warning::THIS STORY IS NOT FOR KIDS AND IF YOU ARE A KID WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! PRESS THE BACK BUTTON NOW. DO NOT READ. DON'T YOU DARE READ! THIS STORY INCLUDES: INNUENDOS, ALCOHOLISM, SAMMY'S ASS, INSANITY AND ALL AROUND VIOLENCE.

TKG Fanfic: The Immortal Game

Chapter Three

The last thing she remembered was being at home laying down for bed and now she found herself strapped to a table and a bright light shining down on her. "Wha…" "Don't try to figure things out sweetheart you will just hurt that pretty head of yours." A frown appeared as she struggled to see. Nothing was working even as a gentle hand rested on her shoulder. "Now you just relax I am going to make everything better."

"Better?"

"Yes better. As a human you are flawed. Weak and pathetic but as something that might have potential you might prove to be of some use to me." Struggling even more a hand pushed down on her shoulder. "Who are you?"

"Alicia and that is all you need to know. Now it's time to take your medicine. We have a long month ahead of us." Struggling a bit more she tried to fight against the restraints but nothing too seemed to work especially when whatever drug she used reached her veins entering her body numbing her from head to toe.

"You won't feel anything for the next few hours and then when it wears off you will be on your own." Alicia walked away leaving the girl at the mercy of her doctors.

"What did you find?" Tossing his phone on the counter while he chopped up some veggies for dinner he listened to Ramsey give her update on what she found. "Nothing. Not a damn thing. It's like she doesn't want anyone to find out what she is up too."

"I think that is the point Ramsey."

"Samael I am home." Glancing back at the door he smiled before picking his phone taking her off speaker. "Who was that?"

"No one,"

"Do you have a kid?"

"Goodbye Ramsey."

"Wait is this part of your redemption? Please tell me it is." He hung up but that wasn't the end of his torment. A text flashed on the screen. Ramsey. Ignoring it he went to greet the kid that was kicking off his shoes near the door.

"How was school?"

"Ugh the same as yesterday and the day before, do I have to go?"

"Still can't get around awkwardly talking to Becca?" The kid gave him a look before heading towards the stairs. "Come on Dave I was kidding...sort of." Following after him he stopped at the stairs and watched as Dave started up. "I am not awkward. Girls are just...they are just stupid."

"You like her don't you Dave?" The boy glared daggers before running upstairs. "Dinner is in twenty!" Calling after the kid the immortal walked to the kitchen where he saw his phone flashing. When he picked it up he saw a picture message from someone.

When he opened it he stared at the screen. It was a picture of a girl who he recognized. She was strapped to a table dazed and out of it with the added text of; "Her torment is on you Samael." Nearly dropping his phone he sat it down leaning against the counter and taking in a deep breathe. All of this was his fault, the reason why Dave didn't know his actual parents, the reason why Charisma was now in Alicia's hands and the reason why Matt was out there more than likely killing innocent souls. He was the cause of it.

Shutting his eyes he focused his rage and anger on one single point. The woman who was making his life hell and in his mind's eye he ripped her to pieces breaking her down until she was nothing. "Sammy?" Opening his eyes the man glanced back to see Dave. He looked worried. "What's wrong?" He pointed at the wall in front of Samael and when Samael glanced up he stared at the wall. This made no kind of sense. His abilities…

"What did you do?" Sighing gently Sammy turned and walked over to the boy and bent to his level giving him a sad forced smile. "It's something I can do if I try hard enough."

"Can I do it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It was something I was born with." He lied.

"Can I learn how to do that, to protect my friends?" "No it's not something that can be taught." Once more he lied to protect Dave from something as dangerous as what he could do.

He didn't need him playing with forces he would never understand. That was the last thing he needed. "Go get ready for dinner it will be done soon." Sighing lightly his attention was back on his phone. Whatever it took he would find a way to get Charisma out of there even if it meant going straight to Alicia to do it.

Sleep was normally the only time he felt safe from the world, from his past. Not this time though. His conscience of what was happening to charisma was weighing heavy on his mind. Memories long since thought to have been dead resurfaced.

"Samael,"

"Daddy!"

Being home was the only time he actually felt at ease. For months at a time he fought a battle that never ended. He wished to just leave but he couldn't. He couldn't just leave behind so many of his brothers in arms just because of his views on the war that took place beyond city walls.

"How is my little angel?" His daughter, He remembered everything about her. From her dark chocolate brown hair, to her freckles too the smile she wore every time he returned for a short time to see her and his wife, His beautiful wife. "I am fine but the mean older kids don't like to play with me." He frowned. "Why not?"

"They call me a girl and run off." Smiling he kissed her cheek and started walking through their home. "You aren't just a girl, you are my little girl. A fighter, a future warrior; Do not let them push you around. Show them you can be a Princess and a fighter at the same time. You can play with the rest of them." She nodded her head. "Okay Papa." Kissing her cheek he let her down. "Now go play and remember you are the daughter of a warrior making you one as well." Smiling she ran off leaving them alone.

"I wish you would stop filling her head with such things." Chuckling the tired beaten warrior turned to his wife wrapping his arms around her. "Come now love. Do you wish for her to be weak?"

"I wish for her to not cause trouble like her father." Grinning he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. "I thought you liked my trouble?" "I do but she is a little girl Samael." Smiling, he once more kissed her. "Well then maybe we should work on our second one then maybe you won't have to worry about me corrupting our daughter to be a fighter." Playfully hitting his chest she stared up into his eyes. "You would still corrupt her."

"Aye did you really expect anything less from me?" She shook her head kissing him gently on the lips.

That night though had been his last night with his family and the first night in his new life.

"So you are Samael."

"Who are you? Where is my family?!" The one who caught him chuckled dismissing his concern for his family. "Safe and far away from you," The man stepped forward. "I want you to do me a favor Samael and I know you can do it because your daughter can as well." Wanting to get free he continued to struggle. "What are you talking about?" "Resurrection, necromancy, construction of human life. I want you to create something for me and in exchange for it I will give you whatever you want." He just wanted his wife and daughter back.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Honestly no you don't. So get to work or else I have my men start cutting away at your sweet daughter and beautiful wife." Glaring he fought against his hold until he gave in to the strange man's demands. "Just remember Samael I will be watching so work or I present you pieces of your daughter and then your wife until there is nothing for you to recognize." Gritting his teeth he stared at the man wishing he could kill him. Wrap his hands around his neck but he couldn't. For the sake his daughter and wife he couldn't.

His breathing slowed to just a whisper, his dreams haunted him. Thousands of years ago he faced a man that dragged him into this life. He forced him into a world that was only meant for the Gods. He was the blacksmith God made over in human form. He had tried to create human life and failed each time with the final one being Matt. Matt was the only one that actually began to act and respond like a human until in the end he started killing. That was when Samael made his decision to deal with Matt and take him out of the equation. He had to kill him before he did more damage than he already was doing.

That was centuries ago, nowadays Matt eluded him and was now being 'handled' by a psycho woman. That was something he did not want to continue to happen. He just had to find a way to… "Grape face," From his spot upon his bed he could see Dave holding something his hand. Looked like a phone. Walking over the boy rubbed his eyes tiredly handing it over. "Someone by the name of Ramsey," Taking it he frowned. What would she want at...pausing in his thoughts he stared at his clock; It was really early in the morning. This had better be good. "Ramsey."

"Fuck face you have a problem."

"Yes you have woken me up at midnight. What do you want?"

"I am sorry but I tried your phone but it kept ringing and ringing so I called the house. That kid you adopted sounds very adorable. How can you stomach it?" Groaning he knew this will not end well. "Same way you stomach booze." Getting out of bed he walked around it to the master bathroom and shut the door so Dave would not hear.

"Interesting but onward to more important things, your pet has slaughter person after person. Warrick called in an emergency search for the fuck. But I think Matty boy wants you."

"Why?"

"Classic bad guy he wrote your name in blood." Samael was curious now. "Did it actually say my name?" He heard her laugh. "Well Immortal fucker does scream Samael the creator of walking dead chimeras." Rubbing his eyes he had to figure things out and fast. "I really don't have the patience for this Ramsey." She actually sighed. "Alright well get dressed, do something with the kid and I mean leave him with the neighbors and get down here. I will send you the address." Hanging up his phone the immortal turned and punched the mirror breaking it. He had enough of this, all of it

Time to work…

Dave complained all the way to the neighbors but he went without much of a fuss though the runt fell asleep in before even reaching their neighbors he shook his head admiring the fact that he could sleep soundly despite not being in his own bed.

However that was about an hour ago, right now he stood in front of Warrick, Ramsey and Pinkie. He was looking a bit green at the moment. "Have you been in there?" Sammy stared at him shaking his head. "Not yet but if its Matt's doing I can only imagine that I am going to want to go eat an early breakfast afterwards." Ramsey turned to him with her coffee in hand. "You too?" "Yes." "Oh my gosh let's go get pancakes after this." He nodded his head looking up at Warrick who glared at both.

"Bone was the only thing that was left of his victims. He ate them whole and the only thing we found was the woman's wallet. We got a name and that was pretty much it." Samael sighed running his fingers through his short dark hair. He would have to do the rest.

"I will...figure out the rest." Ramsey watched him bringing her coffee to her lips. She still wanted pancakes after this and she will be sure to bring Ki-Yong with them so she could fuck with his head and make fun of him for getting sick at a crime scene.

Sammy stood at the entrance to the alley all of the coroners did their jobs but Sammy he stood there for a moment before he shut his eyes. He concentrated on the dead and when he opened his eyes he was watching the pieces come back together rewinding like a movie showing him the events before it happened.

"There were two of them, the woman and her daughter."

"Oh God," He ignored the voice behind him while he watched it all happen though something caused him to stop for a moment and really watch. Matt was staring straight at him with a piece of meat hanging from his mouth. The look in his eyes bore straight into his very being. And without missing a beat he waved at him. The fucker waved before he looked back down at what he was feasting on. Sammy knew that he wasn't quite right in the head but for him to see him and for this to have happened ages ago. Matt was or has advanced more so than he originally thought.

Samael had to stop him before he killed anyone else. "Sir we just got word that," The words that trailed from the officer's lips faded into nothing. All he could hear was his own breathing. Dead creatures were walking around killing humans and he had to stop it if not his already blood soaked hands will be too covered to see when all was said and done.

A/N: That is the end for this chapter. I do hope you like it. Peace.