100 Years of Sacrifice
Immortal? No, not an immortal. Just a dumb sap that has been stealing the life of so many for a long time. And after all that time you seem to get good at it. It gives you a rush, becomes an addiction, my addiction.
I can't care about my victims; I have no feeling left. That ended the day my soul died. Yep, don't have a soul any more either. In the beginning when the guilt of all my problems left me, nothing bothered me any more, I felt so good. But that glory never lasts long.
All the things that I had and loved before I no longer have. A wife, a daughter, and a family, all of them are gone. And never shall I have them again. I gave them up for power, pure uncontrolled power. That was the worst mistake of my life, but not the only one.
When I was younger, around thirty-five, I was in my prime. I thought that I was king. Then it all went wrong. So many angered with me. Then I fought back, kicking people out of homes, making them homeless. I ruined so many lives. The guilt ate at me. And when I was promised a guilt-free, never ending life, I did what any man would do. I took the chance, not caring if there were strings attached. I just wanted more and to feel that great feeling again. I still am thirty-five in a sense. I am not aging. Never will age.
I know that it felt good in the beginning, like a child with a new toy, but I am not a child, and the price I paid was not five dollars. But was that so wrong? I never killed any one. Some may have gotten hurt, but was it worth it? I asked myself this. And the answer that I have now is different from what it was then, no. It's not worth it.
I outlived my wife, my lover, she was younger than I was, and I outlived her. That would have been the most painful thing for me to go through. I was not welcome to her funeral, or her wake, not that I had enough feeling or sense to show up even if I was.
My daughter, I watched her grow up. Not with the pride of a father, but with a jealousy of one whom has nothing left. To watch her made me burn, I wanted to go and kill her. I had seen her marry, have children, and then meet the angel of death. All those things are things that I had left. And I had left them all without a second thought.
Work was going well for me, and that night I was going to celebrate my twentieth anniversary with Sarah, my wife. Then I had gotten a few harassing phone calls, and it all went wrong. Reporters were everywhere, asking stupid questions.
I left for home, hoping to enjoy my night. When I had gotten there she was gone. I was late and she had left for the restaurant. It was eight, and I was supposed to meet her at six. I decided that she had probably already eaten and was on her way home. I went up stairs to shower and then came back down and sat on the sofa next to the door.
Three hours later my wife walks through the door in tears. I had fallen asleep with the TV on. How bad could that look? She ran up the stairs and I had awoken to the sound of a slamming door. She was mad. Her actions had angered me, we are not children and she has to go around slamming doors?
I left. I couldn't stand to see her in tears. I had no excuse as to why I could not have been there in time, nor do I have one for why I didn't go there after seeing the note.
I drove around for a few hours and came upon a bar that I had not seen before. I stepped in hoping to drink away my problems. A good day gone bad. I ordered a gin-a-tonic and sat down. After about an hour or so of heavy drinking I decided that I should call a cab. I got up and out of my seat and started heading toward the door.
A man staring at me asked how I was doing. He walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. Everything was a little blurry to me, so I had no idea as to what was going on.
He pulled me off to the side.
"nothing going to well eh?" he asked
I nodded my head.
"wanna make it all better? For a small fee of course."
"What you offering?" I asked. I may have been drunk, but I was still amused.
"What if I told you that you could live forever, and be guilt free? Would you believe that?" His voice was lower and sterner, pressuring.
"A guilt-free never ending life?" I was wobbling around in my drunken state. I wasn't sure if I was looking at him, the actual him anyway. There was three of him. Which to look at?
"Yea, guilt-free."
"What do I need to do?"
"Follow me and find out. By the way, my name is Dave. And yours in Goku correct?"
"Yea, bu..but how'du knaw?" I was starting to slur and felt as if I was falling over, slowly.
"No questions now, ask later." Dave put his arm around my shoulder to support me and we walked out of the soon-to-be empty bar. We walked or waddled up to a BMW, it was of a navy blue in color, or so appeared that color in the night. "Get in the car."
I started laughing. "Yea. Sir bob. Yup yip." I was feeling doped. I started giggling, and covered my mouth with my left hand. We arrived a bit later at an old abandoned building, black and hazy, deserted. Seemed as if it should have been torn down years ago.
I felt as if I was going to wretch and knew that I had drank too much. I quickly opened the door and vomited out to the side.
I stood up quickly, dizzying myself and puked again. This time it was red and stunk. I felt sick again and Dave walked over to me.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked
"For my stomach to leave me the fuck alone."
"Drank too much?" He threw a cloth at me to clean myself up with and then turned to leave.
"Yea, I guess you can say that." I responded as I caught the cloth and wiped my mouth. "You got any mints? And maybe and aspirin?"
"Do I look like I carry that type-a-shit around with me?"
"Kinda." Was all I managed before I got sick again. I stood back up slowly and walked away. The stench was making me sicker.
"Come on then Goku." I could tell that he was in a rush. "We have to get going and not be late, you already blew it with your wife, right?"
This completely threw me off guard. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Why else would you have been at a bar, Tuesday night, alone. And there for an hour no less."
"Stalking me now? Who the fuck are you, seriously. I want to know!" My head was swimming.
"Your resurrection. I am giving you a second chance. I am doing you a fucking favor."
"Whatever."
"Listen you little shit! I was here to help you, and you know what, maybe I won't!"
"Fine." I stated calmly. I turned to walk away.
"Look, sorry. I have had a long night. Just follow me."
"I turned back around and followed him into the old building.
Outside it may have looked as if I could collapse any moment, but inside it was like a palace. Everything nicely done, and heavily polished. A maid ran by me and then vanished around a corner.
"Come on. This way. He's waiting for us."
We walked around a corner and saw a man sitting in what may have been a modern thrown. He looked at me and smiled. "Goku, hello. I knew I would see you. So, If you would like an eternity of a guilt-free life sign this for me. Then it's done. Simple eh?"
"Yea." Knowing how my life is a little fucked up at the moment I walked over and signed the paper without a second thought. Then I felt nothing.
It's not right. I gave it all away. And all for my selfishness. I have been immortal for a hundred years now, was it worth the sacrifice. And to stay this way I steal others lives. I could swear I am following the devils footsteps.
Should I make another chapter to this?
Immortal? No, not an immortal. Just a dumb sap that has been stealing the life of so many for a long time. And after all that time you seem to get good at it. It gives you a rush, becomes an addiction, my addiction.
I can't care about my victims; I have no feeling left. That ended the day my soul died. Yep, don't have a soul any more either. In the beginning when the guilt of all my problems left me, nothing bothered me any more, I felt so good. But that glory never lasts long.
All the things that I had and loved before I no longer have. A wife, a daughter, and a family, all of them are gone. And never shall I have them again. I gave them up for power, pure uncontrolled power. That was the worst mistake of my life, but not the only one.
When I was younger, around thirty-five, I was in my prime. I thought that I was king. Then it all went wrong. So many angered with me. Then I fought back, kicking people out of homes, making them homeless. I ruined so many lives. The guilt ate at me. And when I was promised a guilt-free, never ending life, I did what any man would do. I took the chance, not caring if there were strings attached. I just wanted more and to feel that great feeling again. I still am thirty-five in a sense. I am not aging. Never will age.
I know that it felt good in the beginning, like a child with a new toy, but I am not a child, and the price I paid was not five dollars. But was that so wrong? I never killed any one. Some may have gotten hurt, but was it worth it? I asked myself this. And the answer that I have now is different from what it was then, no. It's not worth it.
I outlived my wife, my lover, she was younger than I was, and I outlived her. That would have been the most painful thing for me to go through. I was not welcome to her funeral, or her wake, not that I had enough feeling or sense to show up even if I was.
My daughter, I watched her grow up. Not with the pride of a father, but with a jealousy of one whom has nothing left. To watch her made me burn, I wanted to go and kill her. I had seen her marry, have children, and then meet the angel of death. All those things are things that I had left. And I had left them all without a second thought.
Work was going well for me, and that night I was going to celebrate my twentieth anniversary with Sarah, my wife. Then I had gotten a few harassing phone calls, and it all went wrong. Reporters were everywhere, asking stupid questions.
I left for home, hoping to enjoy my night. When I had gotten there she was gone. I was late and she had left for the restaurant. It was eight, and I was supposed to meet her at six. I decided that she had probably already eaten and was on her way home. I went up stairs to shower and then came back down and sat on the sofa next to the door.
Three hours later my wife walks through the door in tears. I had fallen asleep with the TV on. How bad could that look? She ran up the stairs and I had awoken to the sound of a slamming door. She was mad. Her actions had angered me, we are not children and she has to go around slamming doors?
I left. I couldn't stand to see her in tears. I had no excuse as to why I could not have been there in time, nor do I have one for why I didn't go there after seeing the note.
I drove around for a few hours and came upon a bar that I had not seen before. I stepped in hoping to drink away my problems. A good day gone bad. I ordered a gin-a-tonic and sat down. After about an hour or so of heavy drinking I decided that I should call a cab. I got up and out of my seat and started heading toward the door.
A man staring at me asked how I was doing. He walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. Everything was a little blurry to me, so I had no idea as to what was going on.
He pulled me off to the side.
"nothing going to well eh?" he asked
I nodded my head.
"wanna make it all better? For a small fee of course."
"What you offering?" I asked. I may have been drunk, but I was still amused.
"What if I told you that you could live forever, and be guilt free? Would you believe that?" His voice was lower and sterner, pressuring.
"A guilt-free never ending life?" I was wobbling around in my drunken state. I wasn't sure if I was looking at him, the actual him anyway. There was three of him. Which to look at?
"Yea, guilt-free."
"What do I need to do?"
"Follow me and find out. By the way, my name is Dave. And yours in Goku correct?"
"Yea, bu..but how'du knaw?" I was starting to slur and felt as if I was falling over, slowly.
"No questions now, ask later." Dave put his arm around my shoulder to support me and we walked out of the soon-to-be empty bar. We walked or waddled up to a BMW, it was of a navy blue in color, or so appeared that color in the night. "Get in the car."
I started laughing. "Yea. Sir bob. Yup yip." I was feeling doped. I started giggling, and covered my mouth with my left hand. We arrived a bit later at an old abandoned building, black and hazy, deserted. Seemed as if it should have been torn down years ago.
I felt as if I was going to wretch and knew that I had drank too much. I quickly opened the door and vomited out to the side.
I stood up quickly, dizzying myself and puked again. This time it was red and stunk. I felt sick again and Dave walked over to me.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked
"For my stomach to leave me the fuck alone."
"Drank too much?" He threw a cloth at me to clean myself up with and then turned to leave.
"Yea, I guess you can say that." I responded as I caught the cloth and wiped my mouth. "You got any mints? And maybe and aspirin?"
"Do I look like I carry that type-a-shit around with me?"
"Kinda." Was all I managed before I got sick again. I stood back up slowly and walked away. The stench was making me sicker.
"Come on then Goku." I could tell that he was in a rush. "We have to get going and not be late, you already blew it with your wife, right?"
This completely threw me off guard. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Why else would you have been at a bar, Tuesday night, alone. And there for an hour no less."
"Stalking me now? Who the fuck are you, seriously. I want to know!" My head was swimming.
"Your resurrection. I am giving you a second chance. I am doing you a fucking favor."
"Whatever."
"Listen you little shit! I was here to help you, and you know what, maybe I won't!"
"Fine." I stated calmly. I turned to walk away.
"Look, sorry. I have had a long night. Just follow me."
"I turned back around and followed him into the old building.
Outside it may have looked as if I could collapse any moment, but inside it was like a palace. Everything nicely done, and heavily polished. A maid ran by me and then vanished around a corner.
"Come on. This way. He's waiting for us."
We walked around a corner and saw a man sitting in what may have been a modern thrown. He looked at me and smiled. "Goku, hello. I knew I would see you. So, If you would like an eternity of a guilt-free life sign this for me. Then it's done. Simple eh?"
"Yea." Knowing how my life is a little fucked up at the moment I walked over and signed the paper without a second thought. Then I felt nothing.
It's not right. I gave it all away. And all for my selfishness. I have been immortal for a hundred years now, was it worth the sacrifice. And to stay this way I steal others lives. I could swear I am following the devils footsteps.
Should I make another chapter to this?