There are some stories that last entirely too long; beyond the conflict, beyond the resolution, past the point where even the creator loses track of where it all began.
That was the story of their lives; waiting for an overdue ending.
I met them in a lonely bar several millennia past the date of my death.
In the bleak atmosphere we drank to an end that they never should have had to see, and one that I would never understand. With all the action of the world over, we drank only to the epilogue, to the final chapter, as they told me the stories of their lives.
As the bullet penetrated her skull, flesh separated from bone and brain tissue followed the lead through to the other side where it exploded from the skull and ripped away her life. My hand barely made it by that point to grab the gun in attempt to wrench it away. Too late.
To my surprise however, as soon as the flesh separated from the body it stopped as though someone had asked for it to stop. It could have been my mind putting the world on freeze, but the next moment I was sure it wasn’t. Not only did the carnage stop in midair, but as if it had been placed on reverse, it sucked back into her skull, rearranging itself to fit back into its original place. The bullet had been slowed down enough from tearing through the skull that it fell harmlessly on the counter of the table. She shook her head, looked at the gun, then shrugged and reholstered it again.
My whole body was in shock. My arm remained out in the air where it had been trying to deflect the path of the gun until it gave up hope and dropped to my side again. I fell back against the edge of the stool and realized I’d jumped to my feet.
“You think that’s impressive you should hear her sing,” Raven said in all casualty, sipping at his glass of red wine before returning to the black grand piano to begin another tune. The music was undeniably light and cheery this time as though he had a certain repertoire of songs he liked to cycle through and he had come to the one least appropriate for the situation.
Kitty sighed and took another deep swig of whatever it was she was drinking. For a moment I thought she might shoot Raven again, but she picked up a shard of glass from the table instead and stared at it intently. “I can’t even tell you how long I’ve tried to kill myself.”
Her words were soft and harsh, bittersweet. I couldn’t stop my heart from trying to break while I watched her. There was something about the way she moved that made me disbelieve the last few moments of my life.
“I’m immortal in the worst sense, Tosharo."
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Tosharo:
Age: ~19
Gender: male
Hair: Shoulder length Black
Eyes: Bright Green
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 145lbs
Occupation: Guardian of the Keeper of Time and honorary gardener at the temple.
Ethnicity: Grey fox demon
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, archery and swordplay
-The narrator of the story, the only character "out of his time" as he hasn't lived to see the changes up until this point in history. He's a demon who has lived all his life in the care of people who tend time and has always known love and kindness. His hobby in life is gardening.
"If we were all caught in a storm, I know I'd be the only one in danger of dying, but I'd want to save them all anyway." ~Tosharo
Raven:
Age: Immortal- likes to appear 25ish
Gender: male
Hair: Short and blue-black
Eyes: Rusty Brown
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 155lbs
Occupation: He's never really been employed as anything other than the guy who does what he wants to do
Ethnicity: Vampire
Hobbies: Making people fall in love with him, sex, playing piano, violin, saxophone, and guitar.
-Flirtatious, French, and a bit fabulous. He's the storyteller and keeps up the momentum of the story. Raven is a vampire and has lived through a couple thousand years and is the most accepting character although very bittersweet due to the loss of love in his life. He's a fabulous musician.Tends to be attracted to beautiful men over women, likes to press people's buttons and be completely flamboyant.
Kitty:
Age: Immortal- Appears to be in her early 20s
Gender: female
Hair: Long and very blonde
Eyes: Darkest blue possible, her pupils don't show up and no light reflects in her eyes.
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 100lbs
Occupation: None, though she's worked as a mercenary and a hitman before.
Ethnicity: Human
Hobbies: Singing, drinking, killing people who annoy her
-Kitty is violent. She became immortal while trying to commit suicide and she can't forgive the irony. Due to head trauma as an infant she doesn't have access to many of her emotions and it leaves her in a constant state of anger. She's given up even trying to die and now is trying to drown out her sorrows and wait for, what she believes will be, the end.
"I'm immortal in the worst sense..." ~Kitty
Ansen:
Age: Dead- Died at age 17, appears only a bit older than that
Gender: male
Hair: Long and black but stained with a reddish brown color.
Eyes: Red
Height: 6'
Weight: 150lbs
Occupation: Former angel-guardian
Ethnicity: Used to be human. Fallen angel now
Hobbies: Searching for Luc's reincarnation, collecting certain types of stones
-Ansen spent the last thousand or so years wandering the earth in search of the reincarnation of the only person he loved and whose death he's caused. He's the only person stuck where he is by his own will and he's just as miserable as everyone else.
