Since there is still no writer's section

[Foxaèr]

I thought I would give you a first look at what I just recently wrote.

Chapter One



There is no need for a formal introduction that satisfies the outdated social construct.

I am immortal, nearly thirty-five hundred years old, and with all my experience, all of the knowledge I possess, even the power at my disposal, none of it stopped the apocalypse.

However, I did what I could. I saved as many people as possible for the survival of humanity is the sole means for my continued existence.

Forgive me, I have somewhat jumped ahead of the apocalypse.

I had created a new identity for myself, because being immortal meant that if I was to be a part of humanity I had to continually recreate myself. It was easy enough. I had the ability to shapeshift, among other things. I was a normal looking kid in a normal high school.

As much experience as I had had with teenagers over my long tenure of life, I still could not fit in properly. I had never had problems with people. They never recognized me, but they also never picked on me. I suppose I was lucky. I was bully free.

I walked from class to class. I learned a few things that I had not known from my previous stay at school a generation ago, but humanity's ability for gaining knowledge was slow. I dealt with it anyway. I figured society was better advanced through education, but I underestimated the power of religion.

One day while I was in an advanced calculus class, a girl approaced me and asked if I needed any help with my homework. I stated that I was fine. She was not a quiter, however, for she kept finding reasons to speak to me. It was obvious that she was enamored with me, and I was in no way interested for obvious reasons.

Before I had the chance to make a break from her, she pulled a move that was quite ingenious. She invited me to her church. One would think, as long as I have lived, that I would know better. That was not the case. She provided a logical reason why I should attend. I conceeded.

The one day I spent at church was when I was over a thousand years old. It was the first church built. I attended because I was curious, and what I learned was the proper indication that history lies After all, Jesus never existed. I existed when he supposedly did, and I had abilities that moved me around the world like crazy.

After all, I knew of what was to become America long before anyone discovered it.

I digress however. The apocolapyse happened. It was when I was in the church with the girl from school. Interestingly enough, apocalypse was not on their agenda. It speaks volumes of the church's true power of prophecy.

I did everything I could to save as many people as I could. I used an abiliy to find them and send them away from Earth. It was a good thing I acted as quickly as I did. I saved hundreds of thousands of people, as well as myself.

Here I am, in space, where I have been plenty of times. Everyone else on the space station is behaving to the point where I cannot deal with them. There is hysteria to the point where I have made my way to a less secluded area of the station for some privacy.

Social contact with other people is hard to handle when one has lived as long as I have. One does not endure for thousands of years only to endure more contact with other people. That is why old people who live normal lives become grumpy and less sociable. Only young people have the capacity to properly deal with socialization.

I am resting in my room, allowing others to create a semblence of order. They know nothing of me or what I have done for them, and I will not allow it to be otherwise. Their ignorance of the truth allows them to continue living normally.

Yes, I realize being transported from one location to another is the precise opposite of normal, but let them disern for themselves what happened. I will not be their savior in any sense of the word. I have never attempted to fill the role of my abilities, because the last thing humanity needs is an adversary.

I have seen the movies and read the comics. I will not become their personal superhuman who is that and an enemy, depending upon who is controlling the media. The headline could read, Super Villian tore us away from our homes. No thanks.

The fact that there had been no space station above Earth is supect enough. The news would then read that I am corrobrating with aliens for experimental tests to be made on humanity. No, it is best that they go about their lives as they wish with no information from me.

And that is why I am hiding in my room, a personal space I created for myself when I was saving everyone.

There is no way anyone will find my room. I made sure of that.

I stare out the window of my room and down at what used to be called Earth. The planet is toasted, literally. Nothing lives on it. The others will be devestated once they look at it after they are done arguing like silly humans. Nearly thirty-five hundred years of my life was spent down there. I am sad that Earth is gone. Though, I am old enough to know that change is inevitable.

What is sad for me is that I was unable to save my sister. She is, was, immortal like me. I have not felt her presence since I transported everyone up into space. I turn away from the window and stare around my room.