When You Live Forever...
The young are more pure
'This is my favorite chapter so far for many different reasons'
-Author
Adrian
Complications was putting it lightly.
Almost the entire time I was fighting Nino, or, the Bubbler, by myself, Hawkmoth was taunting me. It angered my more than I thought it would. He had the nerve. It might not mean much now, but I'm still older than him. None of the immortals but Mari and I had to deal with disease and famine. They grew up in a prosperous place. Gabe let it turn him into a brat.
The thought had me thinking, long into the night. I sat on the couch, my eyes staring at a spot behind the bright tv screen. Mari was draped across the couch, head on my lap as she slept.
All of the other immortals were a little aloof. They never knew the fear of dying, but they still hadn't let it turn them. They knew they were given a power by the gods, so they tried to be humble, but the worship did get to there heads.
That was one of the reasons Mason was the third in command. She was the third oldest out of all of us, almost three years old. When she was one, she was fatally sick, and no one thought she would make it. She knew first hand the thought of dying. And even after changing, she was always paranoid.
Wu was also very respectable in that case, but it grew on him. At first, only a hundred or so years after they were born, he found a drawing in a cave, and depicted it. It was older then us, something we didn't know. Wu let it go to his head, he knew something Mari and I didn't, which hadn't happened before. Soon, he was gathering up as much strange information as he knew. Soon, he was bosting to the other immortals, about how he should be in charge, because he was the wisest.
We knew about what he was saying, but didn't say anything about it until he started to mock us. After a particularly bad bout he decided to say right to my face, Netta groaned and snapped her fingers.
Instantly, a large stone cage fell ontop of him. Wu squeaked and looked around, terrified. See, Netta and I had been designing different kinds of cages and fences in our spare time, since everyone was getting tired of moving around and being nomads. Instead of following a herd, we would domesticate it.
But no one knew about it, and so the thought of something an Immortal couldn't get out of that he didn't even know existed was probably terrifying.
We left him there for 34 hours. We don't need to eat, so he was fine, but the small city of nomads we had with us would come to watch him. I think some legends about a chained up god came from that.
I broke the cage just by blinking, and I could tell Wu had learned.Yes, he was better then the average man, but there was a reason things were the way they are. He still gathered books and knowledge, and after a while, he started to look older. At first, we were scared that he was aging, but Wu was never worried for some reason.
I guess the only other two besides Mason who never really cared for the worship was Fred and George. Sure, they basked in the glory, but all they really wanted to do was prank people. It's hard to prank people when everyone is always around you watching everything you do.
They never really let the fame go to their heads. They always said it was because their ego was 'too big and couldn't take anymore.' But it was strange, because they never shyed away from the spotlight, but was never directly in it either.
It was the same with Alya, actually, if I thought about it. She owned a popular blog, but her blog wasn't focused on her. It was focused on us. She pranked Nino a while back, and it took him forever to find out who did it, because she had a better poker face then me. Before she dyed her hair, it was the exact same brownish red that Fred's was all those years ago, and the exact same eyes.
It must be something special in our genes. Even though it was probably thousands of years after Fred, she still looked like him, and probably so does her mom or dad.
I sighed, looking down at Mari. Her hair was out from it's two pigtails, and it tumbled down her shoulders and onto the couch. Her lips were parted in a silent snore as hair covered her eyelashes. She was the definition of a goddess.
But was she the last goddess? Was I the last god? Where we the last immortals? I would like to say I would've felt it, if anything happened, but I don't have that power. I would have to wait until Mari started crying to know someone had died. And my power was different. I hated it.
Mason told us. 14 bodies found, 13 buried. All that time, was it 16 bodies found and 13 buried? Now, is it 17? Was it only the three of us left? I refused to believe it.
Even though I refused to, my body still started to quiver at the thought. It angered me, what Gabe was doing. Why was he doing it, the bastard?!?!
The tv flickered, turning black and engulfing the room in darkness, before turning back on and playing like nothing happened.
Did I do that?
Or something else?
My mind started running, and my breathing started picking up. Was someone here? Did something happened? In only a few moments, the paranoia I had collected over the years started reacting. My adrenaline started pumping through my body, but I couldn't move, or I would wake Mari.
Suddenly, I couldn't breath. Every breath I took didn't even seem to work through my lungs. I stifled a cough. The darkness around me seemed to condense. It was coming closer. What was this?
"Adren…" Mari murmured, causing me to freeze. She still seemed fully asleep. "...okay?"
I was almost wheezing by this point, but I forced myself to stop with a gulp. My eyes fluttered over to the tv, underneath it, where Plagg and Tikki were sleeping on a pillow. I forced myself to take slower breaths. Was this an akuma? One meant to scare me?
I rubbed my head, realizing I was sweating torrents. I felt hot, adnormally hot.
Mari murmured something else, and I made up my mind. In a second, I had scooped her up, carrying her bridal style to her room, pulling the covers away before tucking her in.
I went to my bed, falling face first onto the covers. I checked my phone, groaning when I realized that Mr. Gracestone had texted me a while ago.
Photoshoot tomorrow Adrian. 5pm. Bring Narsa's 3 designs… and your friend. ;)
He loved emojis, for some reason. I never had a text he'd sent me that doesn't have one. It took me a moment to realize he had said something about bring Mari. That might be fun for her. At least it be better for me.
All of a sudden, I was really tired. Was this an akuma?
My eyes closed without permission, and I welcomed the sleep. Even though I felt like someone might murder me in my sleep. Oh well.
"What are you doing this time?"
Fred grinned, his face beaming in unspuished joy as he held something wrapped up. "Nothing bad this time, Adrey."
George stood next to him, almost as happy as his twin. "On the contrary, my brother has finally done something great with his life."
Fred fixed him with a glare, but everyone could tell it was fake. Catching the happiness, I started to smile too. "What is this great thing, then?"
Fred coo'd a little, something I've never heard him do, before pulling back a little bit of the blanket that was wrapped around a… baby.
It was a boy wrapped in orange and white. His eyes were opened slightly, a mix of brown and blue. Reddish brown tuffs of hair covered his head. He gurgled for a moment, before turning to me. His eyes widened, before he burped and giggled at it.
"Oh my…" I placed a finger on the little baby's cheek, and he giggled again, small hands making a grab for it. "Fred… you have done a good."
Fred looked proud, as he should. "Meet Lyon, after his mother's own twin. I thought it was fitting. He's only a day old."
Babies born from an immortal grow quicker then normal. They don't look older, but their brains and cognitive thinking is better, faster. If the baby's lucky, he might have some of his father's gifts.
The twins are excellent planners, and work in chemistry as well. Them, along with Gabe, helped out the first alchemists. Maybe little Lyon will be an alchemist too.
Fred seemed absolutely enchanted with the small bundle. It was his first ever kid. "The other immortals will be happy to see him."
George smirked. "Mason almost fainted. I thought we had finally killed her. She was crying at the end of it."
I smiled at the thought. "Don't forget to ask Nonna and Wu about kids, they'll be the most help."
Fred saluted, before looking down at his son. "I never knew it would be… like this." He frowned for a moment. "It's sad to know that I'll outlive him, but I know that I'll watch over his descendants."
George frowned at the thought, before nudging his brother. "A large family with Fred watching over them. Is this a blessing or a curse?"
Fred and George laughed, before disappearing into black smoke.
The baby, Lyon, giggled, looking at me with knowledge that I couldn't even understand.
I woke up.
When I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong.
I wasn't on my bed, nor was I in my room. In fact, I didn't know where I was. The space was dark and gloomy.
"What..?" I whispered. I felt something on my shoulder, and my instincts kicked in, making me swat the thing away and spin, backing up.
"Ad...ren…"
"A..dren…"
"He..lp… us…"
I looked around, but there was no one. My mind stopped racing, and I sighed, realizing what this was. I was back here so soon?
"Fr...ee…"
I turned towards the sound, and finally saw it. Standing there was Esward, grey eyes black and mouth agape. "...us…"
I spun, and they showed up. Nonna, Anay, Cheche, Flipan, Wu. They all started showing up, eyes black and groaning with pain. Shackles held their feet as they shuffled towards me, like zombies.
It used to scare me.
Now, I just blinked and focused. The last time this had happened was twenty years ago, but it usually only happens every fifty years. At least I could finally check for sure…
"Mason!" I called out. "Mason!"
Everyone stopped shuffling forward. They looked around, before starting forward again. I'd never tried this before, so maybe, just maybe, she was still alive.
I was about to yell out another name when I felt something like a sucker punch to the gut. I gasped for a moment, before yelping as something pulled me to the ground stomach first. This had never happened before.
"Sav...e... us… . Fr...ee… US!"
Something locked around my legs, and I turned. Shackles. Nonna reaches me, blue eyes completely black, blonde hair grey, as well as skin. She raised her foot, landing it on my hand, breaking some kind of bone. I screamed in phantom pain, because the foot just went through my hand. What?
The shackles connected to something I couldn't see, before yanking me backwards, scraping my knees and hands on the way.
"What? Stop!" I yelled at nothing, but the chains yanked me back again. I bit my lip to stop from screaming. "Stop!"
"Fr..ee.. us..."
S...ave… us..."
"Jo..in… us…"
