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"Burn them! Burn them!! Burn them!!" the shouts of a crowd echoed in my ears, causing me to snap my eyes open and raise my head quickly. I looked around me at all of the angry faces, wondering what the hell had gotten into all of them.

Everything came crashing back when I realized where I was.

I was standing in the town square, tied to a post, with tons of straw around me. I felt someone else tied on the other side of the post and knew without seeing who it was.

Anna.

"Silence!!" the town constable yelled. I turned his direction. "We have all agreed that the suitable punishment for witchcraft is to be burned, have we not?" he yelled.

"Aye!!" the crowd answered.

"Then by the power vested in me by our good Lord, I give you the power to condemn their souls!!" he yelled.

"Our souls are not nearly as condemned as yours, constable!!" Anna yelled from the other side of the post. My heart rose, knowing that she was still alive, but fell realizing that she wouldn't be for much longer.

"We shall see who is condemned in the afterlife!" he yelled, laughing.

"Khalon?" Anna whispered.

"Yes?"

"Will I ever see you again?" she asked.

"You will always see me." I said, as they lowered the torch onto the straw.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you too, Anna. I promise that we will meet again."

"Khalon…" she whispered as the fire crawled closer to us. "It's so hot…"

"It will be over soon."

"Are we damned, Khalon?" she asked me.

"You are not damned, Anna."

"What of you?"

"On who can never die is damned for eternity." I told her as the flames licked my feet.

"Khalon," she said, her voice rising slightly from the pain of the fire, " the tests I ran on your blood, something else showed up in them…" she choked out. "I wanted to tell you sooner. The tests showed…sh-showed…" she fell limp against the post. I trembled with rage as the fire finally consumed us. The crowd that had gathered around us was cheering. Little did they know how they would pay later. Oh yes, they would pay…

Dying is a strange sensation. Your whole body goes numb, one part at a time, until you can feel nothing. Your breathing stops, your hearing ceases, and the world stays still for a moment, as if you are getting your last good look at it, then everything turns black.

I like to think that for normal people, you wake up in a huge place with clouds and an enormous gate with everyone you know and love there waiting to welcome you in.

But for me…

After being burned alive at the stake, Anna and I were apparently dragged for half a mile behind a horse and buggy, with a noose around our necks. We were then strung up in a tree not far from the entrance to the town, as an example to all who came there. I was in and out of consciousness for the whole thing. Part of me is glad for the bliss and ignorance to the things that they did, the other part of me wishes to know what else they did, apart from what I saw.

Words cannot describe such acts of evil.

Upon coming "back to life", I quickly slashed upwards with my hand to cut the rope that held me. My fingernails had grown immensely since my "death", and were as sharp as razor blades. They always are after a rebirth.

When the air entered my lungs again, I coughed and gagged at the bitter taste of it. I fell to my knees in the mud, and tried to catch my breath. When I was satisfied with my condition, I looked up next to where I had been hanging. My eyes filled with tears when I saw her. Her skin was charred, and her face was unrecognizable. But it was Anna all the same.

I quickly climbed up the tree and cut her down as well, watching with slight amusement as my own charred skin started to heal. I removed the noose from her neck and laid her out by the small creek that was near the tree. She would have to wait a little longer. I quickly stood and walked out on the dirt road that would lead me to town. I had already made up my mind to kill every single man, woman, or child who had held a torch and demanded our deaths.

They would all die.

My eyes fluttered open to find myself back in the twenty-first century, in a situation I dearly would've liked to miss.

Amy was standing at the edge of the bed, shock and perhaps horror painted across her face. I followed her gaze to see what was next to me.

Sitting in the bed right beside me, in the flesh and blood, was Jaeger.

I jumped up faster than toast out of a toaster, and was backing away towards the window.

"Now, now, Khalon, no need to act so surprised, I told you I was coming."

"You're dead!!" I shouted. "I killed you!"

"Did you?" he demanded. "Or were you just…" he trailed off and disappeared. "Seeing things?" his voice echoed in my head.

"Chris?" Amy asked me, suddenly right beside me. I turned to look at her, and realized that I was still lying in bed. I looked back to where Jaeger had been and where only an empty spot remained. I shivered and turned back to her.

"What happened?" I asked her, not so sure that I wanted to know the answer.

"You passed out when you got out of the car. I brought you inside. Then you started mumbling in your sleep about something." She said indifferently.

"What was I saying?" I asked.

" 'The chosen child can kill or cure depending on the father's blood and the mother's…' something or another, I can't remember the last word." She said.

"Womb." I whispered. "It was a legend that was passed down by the old people who lived it our village. They said that one day, there would be another coming of God. Another son to be born. This one was different though…" I said. I tried to remember the legend, but realized I couldn't. It had been almost five thousand years since I'd last heard or spoken that saying. I couldn't figure out why my subconscious would start to pick it up again.

"Are you alright Chris? You haven't been yourself since you hit your head." She said. I sighed and propped myself up on an elbow to face her.

"I'm okay, just getting old, I guess." I told her. She smirked a little.

"You looked so frightened when I said your name…" she said, and at once the image of Jaeger came at me again. I shuddered.

"Just a bad dream." I said, dismissing it, and refusing to meet her eyes. She put her hands on either side of my face, and raised it so I would look at her.

"I'm here to help you if you need it, Chris." She said. "Don't think that just because I'm human I won't understand or care."

"I don't. I just don't want to burden you with my life problems. You have enough weight on your shoulders already with the baby." I said, reminding her. She nodded. I scooted over on the bed a little, and gestured for her to join me. She laid down facing me, and I wrapped my arms around her. Content to do nothing more than lay there for hours. It comforted me and troubled me at the same time.

I had a horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen to us soon.