Chapter 1
This tale is about a young man born centuries ago. This young man will become and do extraordinary
things. This mans tale has a long history of fighting and becoming stronger. But it's also full of pain
and suffering. This young man will live for centuries to come and fall in love many times but will have
to let them go when the time comes. He's has saved many lives in the past and will save many in the
future. His name is Mathew Argent. He has the ability to live for centuries and never age, he can heal
from most wounds but he can be killed.
Many have tried, some have gotten real close while others, not so much. Life has been difficult for him
since he changed. Sometimes he wishes death would come for him. Though death can sometimes be
more painful than life, he still wishes for it. It is no less than he feels he deserves.
Now though, that might all start to change.
…..
The silent figure jumped across to the next rooftop just as a bullet skimmed by his ear. He flinched at
the closeness of it, spinning around before landing on his feet, rolling. He pulled his Beretta out of it's
case attached to his thigh, spinning around to shoot his armed followers.
The figure ducked into the shadows of a nearby wall, waiting for his attackers. Once the footsteps grew
closer, he jumped out, locking his arms around a guys neck, flipping him over his shoulder while
simultaneously kicking the next approaching man. He landed on his upper back and shoulders, giving
him the position to flip back up.
Now, he's just waiting for back-up.
He kicked the next approaching attacker in the stomach, moving to jump back to put some distance
between him and the next one, only for a shadow to land on the attacker, pulling a similar move to the
one he'd done earlier. He waited for the other man to straighten, before saying anything.
“You're late.”
The younger man grimaced underneath his mask, before cockily smile in his direction.
“Got hung up on Fifth with an armed robbery. You looked like you were handling it though.” Matthew
glared at the younger man.
“It's the principle of the thing, Alex. You be there with your partner.”
“Well, if you'd put in your communicator, you would have known that I was gonna be held up. Felli's
gonna kill you by the way.” Matthew gazed in distrust at the offending device in his younger partner's
hand. He was used to operating on instinct and trust, not with satellite images and partners.
He liked his team, loved them like family. But just because they'd been working together for the past
year doesn't mean he'd get over his normal way of thinking. Centuries of being alone would do that to a
man.
But he was afraid of Felli's wrath.
So with a sigh, Matthew grabbed the newfangled device and stuck it into his ear. Immediately the voice
of an angry British woman yelling over the line filled his ears.
“What the heck were you thinking?! The comms are there for a reason, you bloody idiot. That's how we
keep in contact with one another. We're a team!” It was the worried undertone of Felli's voice that
really told Matthew that she was scared. A slight bit of guilt pulled at his heart.
“We're on our way back, base. See you there.”
Matthew hung up the line, ignoring the smirk Alex was watching him with. He jumped over the side of
the roof, landing with a roll onto another, shorter one. With a laugh, Alex followed, performing the
move with the same grace as his partner. Matthew hid his smile of pride at how far his young friend has
come in the years they'd known each other.
It took a half hour to get back to the base on foot. The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city
never received any visitors, so the two didn't bother sneaking in. While the outside looked rundown and
forgotten, the inside was a genius' lair, and fighting room.
Computers and TV's lined tables and walls around the front room of the building. Desks and cases full
of weaponry and suits were stacked up in the very back. Assorted training equipment and a fighting
ring were in between the computers and the boxes.
“You better get in here and explain some things.”
The Immortal and his partner hadn't even made it through the door before Ambrosia's clipped, Bronx
accented voice was making them cringe. The young woman might seem sweet on the outside, but she
had a hard side that really came out when ticked.
Alex was about to bolt back out the door, but Matthew's hand on his arm kept him from leaving. He
didn't want to see the two women tear into his mentor, but if Matthew's glare said anything it was that
he wasn't leaving him alone with two of the most fierce people in the world. With that said...
“What the heck were you thinking? Are you insane! You could be seriously injured, right now and we
wouldn't know.” Felli yelled at them from her spot in front of a large monitor. “You know if you don't
have comms in I can't tell you what's on the cameras or the alerts that pop up.”
“Felli...”
“Don't you Felli me, Matthew. This is serious. I know you're used to working on your own, but you
aren't anymore. You're on a team.”
Matthew looked away from the furious woman before him. He knew all of that. It was just...different.
Before it was just him, and then it was him and Alex and now...there was even more. It felt like
sometimes he didn't know what to do.
Felli sighed, running a hand through her white blond hair.
“Matthew...I just...I just worry okay?”
“I know that Felli. Now though, before we get a lecture from 'Brosia...I need coffee.”