Protologue
Creak. Creak I could hear the floor creak as I walked across the seemingly abandoned house's floor with only my bat for protection. I smelled the scent of acid, with the hint of burning wood. I followed the weird smell, as if in a trance. I stopped in front of a second-story bedroom. The door opened at my touch. As I walked in the door morphed instantly into a solid, very real looking wall. In the middle of the room a woman. Yet she looked like me. I've always lived by myself so I've never met my mom. The cosmos twisted as seemingly mother and daughter came face to face for the first time.
She offered me a glass of steaming, green liquid. I cautiously took it and gulped it down quickly until I finally finished it, before the steaming cup burned my hand too badly. Instantaneously pockmarks started appearing along my arms. Soon my whole body started to hurt like he\\. As I looked up at the woman, She smiled and unfurled two large, black, feathered wings and launched at my staggering figure. Out of pure instinct I swung my spiked bat, blinded by the poison in me, and, with my momentum, I knocked her head off. As her head rolled I remembered the tale about touching a Gorgon's Blood. Too late, her blood from her right side went spraying in my direction. I crawled around holding my stomach with pain, I felt extremely hot I thought it was because of the poison inside of me the heat was exhausting me. Finally as I was dying from the poison, I jumped out the window. In mid-fall all of the pain went away leaving me refreshed and healed. Her blood healed me. I was all right and confused. Were the tales wrong about immortals blood killing humans or was I just not human! As I got up, some policemen and firefighters rushed on the scene. I sighed, back to the streets again for me, I guess.