Immortal Slayer,
Belstaff Tasche
Chapter 1
Immortality...
(A/N This is my very first original story. However, this is not my first time writing. I do other stories on the sister site I just finally decided to try my hand at my own characters. I don't know how I'll do but I hope I'll be pretty good. You'll have to forgive the minor errors. Please enjoy my very first original story. By the way some of the locations in this story are totally fictitious.)
SOUNDS/sounds
Thoughts
(Chapel Hill, North Carolina, USA 1:39 AM)
The streets were dark and cold. A waning crescent moon hung high in the sky the stars were out strong. In an old run down house a little off a main-street a bloody scene was taking place. The two forms that were inside the darkened building, stared at each other with hate and a longing to survive.
"Little tart, I don't know how you can still be standing after that," a creature with red eyes and dark skin growled, sporting sharp claws at his attacker. "A human should've gone down and stayed down! You've taken more hits than I have!"
"They're just flesh wounds," a woman with long red hair snorted, spitting of mouth full of blood. "I've taken on more damage this!"
"You have a hole in your middle," the creature stated, pointing right at her torn black sweater shirt. "You can't be human! Just what are you?"
"Oh, I'm human all right," she stated pulling a gun from her leather coat. "I just have this thing about dying."
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"AAAAAAAAAAGH," The thing screamed as he hit the wall, spraying an ink colored blood everywhere. "Wha�� D-damn you!"
The creature lifted up his arm and shot 5 barbs from the tips of his fingers right at the woman. She missed three but got nailed by two just above her heart. She stumbled back holding her injured shoulder.
"What are these," she barked, pulling at them as hard she could to get them out. "They're burning me!"
"Hahahaha! Once my claws leave my body they make an acid that burns everything around it away," the creature laughed as the woman screamed in pain. "Just lie there and suffer!"
The creature slowly stood up with a stagger. His large mouth was curled into a large smile, showing sharp jagged teeth. She would be dead in a few minutes. The acid was close enough to her heart. He limped over to her and kicked a few times in the stomach.
"No, matter how strong you humans like to think you are in the end you're weak," the creature growled in anger. "I'm going enjoy watching you die, woman!"
"I already told, demon, I have a thing about dying," she said, grabbing hold of his leg. "And that problem is�� I CAN'T!"
There was a surge of pressure rising from his leg before it exploded in the woman's hand. He let out shriek of pain and fell right to the floor and curled up into ball holding his leg. The woman slowly sat up and finally pulled out the barbs.
"Who are you? WHAT are you," he growled as she reached out with her hand and placed right on his head. "I can't move! What are you doing to me! Stop it! STOOOOP!"
"Goodbye," she said as the creature's head just splatter into pile of jelly all over the room.
The redhead slowly stood up and stumble for a moment before she crawled out through a broken boarded window. The acid had done a number on her. She was going to be feeling that for a while. She slowly pulled a small purple cell phone and dialed a number. The other end only rang twice before someone picked up.
"Nanu has been silenced as ordered," she spoke clearly before the person hung up on her. "You could at least say 'thank you,' asshole. I don't even get paid for this job."
Immortality, reserved only for the gods and other astral entities. But sometime they themselves are not totally immortal. What is it about this word that people seem to be so obsessed about? Are we that scared of death? For centuries people strived to find ways to avoid death. One good example is the famous Philosopher's Stone, which can be found in many ancient and modern writings. It was suppose to create to elixir of eternal life.
Even the famous Frankenstein Monster deals with the immortality issue. A dead body coming back to life. It's rooted deeply in our minds; it derives from the fear of death and what may lie beyond. We as humans have a strong will to survive. We don't care what happens to the things around us as long as we are alive.
This idea sounds nice at first. Never dying, never aging, no more sickness, no more pain, and so on. If you were to ask someone what would they do if you could live forever, what do you think they would say? They may selfishly say something about become famous, get loads of money, winning awards, doing outrageous stunts, and other stuff like that.
But if one really thinks about it, becoming immortal wouldn't really be a good thing. The person would have to face the fact that people would shun them, despise them, and fear them. Eternal loneliness, sadness, tiredness,
cheap oakley sale, anger, depression, and fear would consume them. Everything is moving on and you are standing still in time. Your loved ones die around you but you could never join them on the other side. Let's face it; immortality is not a blessing, but a curse. In the long run no one wants to become immortal.
I know I didn't. It was forced upon me. If you were to look at me you would say I was in my late teens to early twenties, never knowing the real truth of what I am. An old woman that has seen far too much that any one person should ever be allowed to see. I've lived so long that life almost has no meaning to me anymore. But I keep on living because of one reason and one reason only.
A promise I need to keep to someone very dear to me. Someone I lost too early. So, here I am in the year 2007. I'm 568 years old and make just enough money to live on doing artwork for advertising. I live in my small apartment with my cat, Tucker. My everlasting life sounds almost boring if it wasn't for one small thing.
I secretly serve the Catholic Church to root out and destroy evil creatures. The thing is, it's a "I scratch your back if you scratch mine" deal. I do what they say and let's just say I get to keep making even the worst tasting food look good on the little screen, if you catch my drift.
My name is Lucille Samantha Furr. Codename: Higanbana and this is my story.
"Wh-what�� What is this," a woman growled as a thin red eyebrow twitched in anger. "Don't do this to me you damn computer!"
"Luci, are you fighting with the computer again," a man in his late twenties with long curly black hair spoke from the cubical beside her. "Yelling at it isn't going to do you much good."
"Oh, be quiet, Damian," Luci holler back. "I've got the swirling rainbow ball of doom again!"
"Sorry about that but the company only works with Macs," Damian sighed. "Just force quit the program."
"Yeah, but I'll lose everything," she exclaimed.
"Whose fault was it not to save frequently," he replied, jokingly.
"It's not funny," Luci grumbled, force quitting the graphic program. "It's due in two days!"
"Oh, well, looks like you're going to be staying late again tonight," He said, shutting down his computer and grabbed his coat. "You really need to get into the habit of saving."
"Just leave already," Luci bit out her face as red as her hair.
"You're kind of cute when you're angry," he replied with a smile and a wink. "Even cuter when you blush."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Damian," She huffed, turning away from him. "The answer is still no."
"Oh, come on, it's just dinner,
Christian Louboutin Stiefel," he pleaded with deep blue eyes. "And maybe a movie afterwards."
"Exactly my point," she snorted, stating back up After Effects.
"What's wrong with that," he mused. "People do that sort of thing."
"I'm not 'people' I'm me," she replied with a long sigh. "It's a long story I don't wish to repeat."
"Oh, well, to each their own," he shrugged as he started to walk off. "But I'm not giving up!"
"And I'm not giving in," Luci snorted, making a new solid to work on. "He's relentless, I swear."
Everything was totally still around her; everyone had already left for the night, leaving her to growl at the computer before her. She rubbed her tired emerald eyes as she looked at the screen. She just wanted to go home but she had to get this done. She let out a long yawn and rolled her sore shoulder as she looked at clock on her computer.
"It's already 10:32," she groaned as she got up and stretched. "Might as well raid the snack machines."
She grabbed her wallet when her cell phone went off. She groaned and answered it. A deep voice was on the other line. He always seemed to call at the worst of times it seemed, but it was her second job and she had to do what they wanted.
"My, dear Higanbana, how are you this evening," the man spoke trying to sound friendly but there was a distaste undertone.
"What is this time, Bishop William," she spoke with a bit of venom. "I have a deadline due."
"Now, my dear,Asics Top Seven, there's no need to get all upset," He said calmly.
"You didn't do a good clean up job last night."
"Cleaning duty is a totally different department," She snorted at him.
"That's not what I meant, monster,Asics Mexico 66," The bishop huffed out.
"It's seems that Nanu had a partner. I was wondering how he got to this plane to begin with. You need to look for a wizard named Armand Walker. I want to you take him down for good."
"Armand Walker? I thought he was just a simple local illusionist," Higanbana stated, scratching her head. "I've been to a couple of his shows even."
"I guess even with your age you're still simple minded," William sneered.
"Will you knock out the insults," Luci snapped. "And why didn't you tell me about him last night!"
"We just got the information this morning," Bishop William mused.
"Well, you have your orders. He lives on South Apex Avenue at 3467."
"Fine," she drawled as the bishop hung up. "Jerk."
Higanbana stood outside a nice sized house. She was dressed in black again and her hair pulled back onto a ponytail. She looked all around the house for a way in without have to actually brake in. Upon finding none she walked to the back door and gently placed her hand above the door lock. There was a small clicked and the door opened.
She slowly stepped in and closed the door quietly. The house was dark and still as she moved silently along the kitchen floor. She really didn't need this now. She should be at work working on her project. She sighed as she moved into the living room.
I can't believe I'm doing this crap, she groaned mentally.
She started towards the steps leading to the upper level when a small dark form came into view right on the landing. She really didn't need this now. She backed up slightly as the small form growled at her. She backed up a little more as the small shadow took a couple little hops down the wooden steps.
"Good doggy. Nice doggy," she cooed in a whisper. "Don't bark you damn mutt."
As if on cue the little dog started yipping and growling as it ran down the last of the steps. Higanbana quickly took off back towards the door with the small Pomeranian on her heels. This little ball of fluff was determined to take a chunk out of her ankles. She could hear people moving up over her head. She knocked the ball of biting fur away as she opened up the door and quickly ran back out, shutting it hard on the dog's snout.
She ducked behind a large holly bush as the back porch light came on and Armand walked with a small handgun. Higanbana snorted in disgust that she got caught by a dog and chased out. There was her target in plain sight she could get him now. She then heard a window open. She looked up to see a young girl about 14 or so stick her head out and look down.
"Yo, Pops, everything okay down there," she called down, her light brown hair in two short pig tails.
"Sarah, close your window and stay in your room," he snapped at her. "I think Pooch may have been after a burglar. The back door was unlocked."
"Is Poochy-baby, okay," she asked with a worried tone.
"Yeah, the dog's fine. Go ahead and call the police," Armand said, slowly walking backing into the house. "No neighborhood's a good neighborhood anymore."
He shut the door and relocked it as Sarah closed her window. Luci had to get out of there before the cops showed up. They were never pleasant to deal with and she already had a slight record with them. She quickly hurried away from the house and down the street out of sight. How was she going to explain this to Bishop William? On top of that Armand had a daughter. This changed things regardless of William's orders.
BEEEEP! BEEEEP! BEEEEP! BEEEEP!
A thin hand felt around the for the button to turn off the blue alarm clock. It was 5 already? Luci sat up knocking her cat off her chest. She just went to bed 2 hours ago. She groaned as she stood up and stumbled into the kitchen with Tucker, the cat, under her feet.
"Dammit, cat, you wanna make me fall," she grumbled, walking over to the coffee maker. "If you do, I hope you know it will be on you."
She turned on the coffee maker and then sat down at the kitchen table, turning on the news. She yawned listening about the latest sanitation grades for the local restaurants and then about a fire that took out two houses killing a young boy age 5.
"Things never change," she muttered as Tucker played with her toes. "OUCH! Don't use you're claws!"
She knocked the cat back slightly but he came right back and started to the same thing over again. She ended up picking him up and held the yellow tabby in her arms. She looked back up at the TV and groaned.
"We also have a report of a brake in Chapel Hill this morning around 12: 30. Armand Walker a famous local celebrity known for his magic acts around the Triangle, and his only daughter, Sarah, were aroused from their sleep by their Pomeranian, Pooch," the newscaster said.
"Pooch was said to have chased the would-be burglar out the backdoor, which was discovered unlocked by Mr. Walker. The police can find no signs of a forced brake-in and nothing was reported missing and no one was hurt. They did however find a size 8 woman's hiking boot prints on the kitchen floor and around a holly bush in the backyard along with long red hair."
"Oh, shit," she hissed, hitting her head on the table.
"Police are now looking for a woman around 5 to 5 foot 3 inches, weighing about 112 to 116 pounds, with long red hair. If anyone has seen a woman matching this description around 12:30 this morning around South Apex Avenue to call police."
Then the phone rang. She looked at it and hunkered down in her chair holding her tabby close. She wasn't about to pick it up. She was going to be chewed up about the slip up and she told a big lie to Bishop William. She was just going to let the answering machine pick it up instead.
"This is Luci Furr's house not to be confused with Lucifer's house. Please leave a message and I'll return your call, thank you."
BEEEEP!
"LUUUUCIIIII! Pick up of the phone right now! I know you're home! You told me it was two Great Danes not a 4 pound Pomeranian! You lied to me you little piece of shit,Oakley Sunglasses AAA! Pick up this phone right now! You better listen and you better listen well! If you pull a stunt like this again I swear I'll have your head on silver platter! You chickened out over a tiny ankle-biter and then you left evidence at the scene! You're getting careless and sloppy! I don't want a repeat performance of this morning! If you don't dispose of him within the next 24 hours let's just say your little tabby will have a new owner."
CLICK!
Luci looked down at the purring cat in her arms and sighed. She would have to confront Armand soon but that would leave his teenage daughter all by herself. For all she knew Sarah may have no one else to live with. She could end up in foster care. She really hated working for Bishop William Crosby. Before him she worked for Bishop Harry Sabat and he was a lot more understanding about situations like this and also noticed that sometimes a summoning was a total accident or they had the wrong person entirely.
But Bishop William was nothing like his predecessor. He wouldn't really look into anything and would just bark out orders, expecting results. That meant Luci had to do her own investigations first to determine if anything William said was true or what he wanted to be true. This was going to be a long 24 hours.
(A/N Yay, chapter one finished at last! Tell me what y'all like this. I did work really hard at this. So please tell me what y'all think!)
Millie M. Banshee
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