Author's note: Well, I have started chapter 1! Hopefully this turns out better than I think it will. Going to do my best! Happy reading~! /Lusaun

Immortal by Seven

Chapter 1: Hallucinations

Computer File: Feliciano Vargas.

Born: March 17th 2642, three months after the limitation law was made.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Copper brown hair, short, curl on the left side of his head. Amber eyes. Slender figure.

Height: 172 cm or 5 6"

Current Psychological State: Anxious, depressed... See Mental Problems below.

Mental Problems: Appears to be slowly losing his mind... Becoming schizophrenic, ad experiencing more and more hallucinations.

Possible Causes: Seeing his family and close friend die to save him and keep him on this planet.

Relatives: Lovino Vargas, older brother ( 17. Born Mar. 17 2641 ).

March 17th, 2654, Feliciano Vargas has turned 16. However, he is noticeably no where near happy about it. That can be understood from what he has been through... Four times now, he should have died, but managed to pull through, after moments of being replaced for the life of a child's. It was always strange how many times this one teenager throughout his life, he's come close to dying, only to instantly recover enough to have a clear fighting chance, and then live. Sure, he always needed help of medical attention,Sure, he always needed help of medical attention, This specific person is quite a mystery...

- Doctor Hart

Doctor Lindsay Hart sighs as she brushes away the hologram coming from her laptop. She closes the small device after turning it off and looking out the window of her home. It was basically right next to the large hospital, the largest in the world, really. With the land masses having grown close enough to each other, it was just more convenient with the teleporters in range of each other to just make once main one. Since North America's seemed to be somewhat central to all the others, enough that the teleporters will not malfunction and make people fall into the large ocean if connection is lost, or interfered with, the whole medical staff around the planet gathered to one place. Once made larger and having several add-ons for simple medical needs, it became the one hospital that everyone went to. It also made things easier with keeping up with how many people there were on could see some people out and about in their flying cars, gliding smoothly above the roads, a few teens on hover boards, clearly trying to get home before worried parents call the police to search for them, and many many lights of still open buildings. It wasn't too late, about 7:45 P.M., but still, parents get worried, even with easy contact with the hover boards as well as the cellular glasses that were around their necks, made indestructible, of course. It was only normal for parents to worry. She then began to think.

This Feliciano Vargas was quite the puzzle. So many times he should have died, four to be exact. ... And yet, he still had someone willing to die for him when they realized the young boy would live. He was so well loved, so cared about, yet he was so unhappy, it appeared. However, she could in a way, understand why he was so upset... After all, people were giving up their lives for him, when he still had that chance that he could have died. She then sighs and shakes her head. She had better keep close tabs on him. Who knows how long until this time bomb explodes and he chooses to end his own life, especially with how his mental state seems to be becoming worse and worse each day.

Feliciano sighs a bit when he woke up the next morning, a day after his birthday. He had turned 16. Sure, in most cases, people were always so happy to have made it through another year. However, why /should/ he be so happy? For all he knew, he was going to die today, or worse... He would come close to it, and manage to pull through... And his brother would take his own life to be a Life Giver for him. That thought sent a terrified shiver down his spine and he shut his eyes tightly. No. No, he couldn't think about that. He had had more fun spending the day with the older Italian, since it had been his birthday as well. Lovino was now 17, a year older than the other Italian. The younger of the two had spent most of the day making and keeping the other happy and smiling, since that seemed to be the only thing that kept his spirits up. As long as Lovino was alive, healthy, smiling and laughing still, he could at least fake his own happiness to be believable. Most people would wonder why he wasn't happy. Was it really such a mystery? Four people have given their lives for him. First his father. Then his mother. Next, his grandfather, a year ago. Three months ago, his childhood friend. He felt like everyone he loved and held so close to him were dying one by one, just for him. He wasn't worth all of that. Yet they still chose death for him. He was getting scared that his older brother will do the same if and when that time comes.

"You always were so hard on yourself..." a voice whispers through his dark room, a high pitched voice. The Italian froze in his bed, gulping bit. His heart began to pound against his chest, his eyes wide as his breathing seemed to slow down. A shudder went down his spine, as he slowly peeks out from under the covers he was in, fearful for what he was about to see. He gasps, a hand going to his mouth in horror. It was his mother again, only this time... Instead of the warm and welcoming and lively figure he had seen many times before in his hallucinations, she was now pale white, once warm amber eyes cold, and lifeless. Blood was seemingly dripping down her body, on to the carpeted ground. Her clothes were torn as if she had been wearing the same ones for years on end. Her voice had sounded once so loving and caring, always seeming to fill him with hope and life... Now it was cold and raspy, as if hoarse or she had been in a fire. He found himself unable to speak, the image of his mother in this state freezing him in terror. "We loved you... So very much... Why are you doing this to yourself...?" Her voice now seemed as if it were echoing throughout the room and in his mind. He covers his ears tightly, now trembling in fear as tears fell down his face.

"S-Stop it... Mamma, stop, per favore..." he whimpers. He almost yelled out in surprise and fear when he suddenly felt a chill go down his back and through his body. He looked up and this time actually screamed when he saw the figure now standing next to him, her hand on her back. She wore a creepy and unwelcoming smile on her face as she then gave a bone chilling laugh.

"If you're so ungrateful to be alive... And so tired of living... Then why don't you kill yourself? You'll bring someone else life in the process..." her voice hisses. Before more could be done, the door flung open, the lights turning on, and she vanished, leaving a shaking and terrified Italian in his bed.

"Feliciano? I heard you scream, what is the problem?" he heard his older brother's voice ask, both slightly annoyed but clearly concerned, as he enters the room fully. His hazel eyes easily showed that same concern as he moves over slowly to sit down beside his baby brother. Feliciano couldn't seem to be able to voice anything that happened in that moment. Instead, he just threw his arms around Lovino and started crying, glad to feel his arms go around him as well. Even if she was only a hallucination... What if she was right?