Author's Note-Yeah, yeah, I know. But when I started this story, I wanted
to make some connection with the Titanic. If you've read my bio (or know me
personally) you'd know that I've been interested for quite some time so it
speaks for itself. By the way, these two boys I put in do exist. They'll
be explained further in a later chapter. I put them into this story because
it works well. So please don't sue me.
***
Flashback. April 15, 1912. Charley looked towards the ladder that the Titanic survivors were climbing up on to get to the deck. He sensed another Immortal behind him.
"Hey Scott, do you think there's any possibility that somebody could be like us?" he asked without turning around.
"It's possible but I really doubt it Charley. I mean, what are the chances?" replied Scott, standing next to him.
Suddenly, they felt the presence and a young woman was pulled onto the deck. She looked around a bit before her stare came to them. She walked away and Charley laughed to himself.
"Oh no you're not Charley. Not this time. This one is not going to fall into your evil grasp," Scott said.
"Oh yes she will Scott, just watch. You can't stop me. You never can stop me. And it looks like you were wrong about there not being any," Charley replied, stepping forward.
***
Later in the day, the young woman was with two young boys near the railing. She was playing with them when she stopped and looked at the two men approaching her. The boys hid behind her legs in fear. The young woman spoke to them in French.
"Hello, I'm Scott Winters and this is Charley Street. What's your name?" one said.
She just stared at them before calming down the boys, still speaking in French before finally stopping and staring at them.
"Elkaryene Shymel," she replied.
"Ah, you know English. I'd like to know you better Ella, if you let me," Charley told her, picking up her hand and stroking it.
Scott slapped it and angrily looked at him, stepping between them.
"Give me one good reason Mister Street," she told him from behind Scott.
"Please, call me Charley and well..." he started.
"He doesn't have one. He'll never have one. Besides, he'll torture you for your first-hand account of the disaster," Scott interrupted, turning his head towards her.
"You bastard," Charley sneered, pulling out his sword.
Scott pulled out his sword as Elkaryene grabbed the two boys and ran away, leaving the two older Immortals with their swords locked together near the rail.
"We can't continue Charley, we've got witnesses," Scott said.
"When we get to New York, this will be finished, no matter what. Scott, this one will be mine," Charley replied, putting away his sword.
"At New York," Scott agreed, putting his sword away as well and walking away.
He found the woman and boys around the corner.
"Can you help me Scott?" she asked. "Will you keep him away?"
Scott looked at her and gave a sigh.
"Of course I will. For as long as I live or he lives, whichever lasts longer," he replied.
TBC...
***
Flashback. April 15, 1912. Charley looked towards the ladder that the Titanic survivors were climbing up on to get to the deck. He sensed another Immortal behind him.
"Hey Scott, do you think there's any possibility that somebody could be like us?" he asked without turning around.
"It's possible but I really doubt it Charley. I mean, what are the chances?" replied Scott, standing next to him.
Suddenly, they felt the presence and a young woman was pulled onto the deck. She looked around a bit before her stare came to them. She walked away and Charley laughed to himself.
"Oh no you're not Charley. Not this time. This one is not going to fall into your evil grasp," Scott said.
"Oh yes she will Scott, just watch. You can't stop me. You never can stop me. And it looks like you were wrong about there not being any," Charley replied, stepping forward.
***
Later in the day, the young woman was with two young boys near the railing. She was playing with them when she stopped and looked at the two men approaching her. The boys hid behind her legs in fear. The young woman spoke to them in French.
"Hello, I'm Scott Winters and this is Charley Street. What's your name?" one said.
She just stared at them before calming down the boys, still speaking in French before finally stopping and staring at them.
"Elkaryene Shymel," she replied.
"Ah, you know English. I'd like to know you better Ella, if you let me," Charley told her, picking up her hand and stroking it.
Scott slapped it and angrily looked at him, stepping between them.
"Give me one good reason Mister Street," she told him from behind Scott.
"Please, call me Charley and well..." he started.
"He doesn't have one. He'll never have one. Besides, he'll torture you for your first-hand account of the disaster," Scott interrupted, turning his head towards her.
"You bastard," Charley sneered, pulling out his sword.
Scott pulled out his sword as Elkaryene grabbed the two boys and ran away, leaving the two older Immortals with their swords locked together near the rail.
"We can't continue Charley, we've got witnesses," Scott said.
"When we get to New York, this will be finished, no matter what. Scott, this one will be mine," Charley replied, putting away his sword.
"At New York," Scott agreed, putting his sword away as well and walking away.
He found the woman and boys around the corner.
"Can you help me Scott?" she asked. "Will you keep him away?"
Scott looked at her and gave a sigh.
"Of course I will. For as long as I live or he lives, whichever lasts longer," he replied.
TBC...