07 March 2016

What we do at Night

Immortality has been good to me, for the most part. That first night things were made clear, one hundred years of service to the Man and in exchange I would get to live forever.

In principle it seemed easy, Bill had made it look easy. He claimed he had done it, made it through without a scratch even.

So I went into the gathering full of hope and perhaps even joy. I had shed the past so only had the future to look forward to. Yeah, I was a fool.

Also that I wasn't alone, I wasn't about to enter this endeavour by myself. There were others, quite a few more than there is now.  This is something I have never shared with a living soul.

That first night was horrendous, for all of us. Our hope was short lived, and to be replaced by pain. More than I've ever endured, nothing compares.

Now, I have spoken a lot about the pain and how they make us wait before we receive our daily dose. So I don't think I need to delve too deeply into that side of things here.

But, you need to understand that the pain on that first night was meant to thin out the herd. Only the strong was meant to survive, meant to move on and into immortality.