You breathed in as you stretched out, your one free arm stretching overhead, over the back of the bed before you lay there with it dangling over the old metal railing. The ache in your chest was gone from your broken rib. This was the first thing you noticed as you stretched out like this, that the familiar ache you had done your best to ignore was gone. It had been replaced by a sensation of tenderness, but that was good. Tenderness told you it was merely sore now, that you wouldn't have to worry about having it trouble you further.
The woman laying on your other arm stirred, before awakening with a start as she no doubt realised that she was in this run down house and not familiar territory, that she was in bed with the person who the night before had tortured her and made her betray her order. You were expecting hell from her now she had time to sleep, now that she had time to collect herself.
Sensation flooded your arm in the form of pins and needles as you pulled it back, wiggling it as your hand sat limp. You expected the worst. You expected shouting and screaming from her as she took out her frustration on you, told you that it was all her fault and that she was going to lose that life she had done the unthinkable to insure.
Instead she trembled.
You moved your hand over to rest on her shoulder, though she didn't seem to acknowledge it, or even your presence as she rubbed at her bare arms. "I... I..." She started, swallowing as she slipped from the bed, stumbling unsteadily across the floor to the window. You could see how nervous she was, you could see how fearfully she scanned the area outside for others of her order.
"I should... Go... Return... Maybe they won't know... They can't know, they never heard me... Tell you... Anything..." She sighed, tracing that eye daubed on her forehead, nervously looking back at you for reassurance that she could just forget that this ever happened. You shook your head slowly. "If they can sense my presence, weakened as I am, then they will know that you have done that what they view as unforgivable."
You slipped from the bed, straightening out your clothing as you did so. In a way you were thankful that she hadn't removed your clothing beyond your belt and your boots, as the moment was awkward enough already.
"I am awakening, little by little. If they are able to sense my presence, they will no doubt sense my power. Power, that I will use to do my best to ensure that you are safe. When the time comes that they wish to talk, then will be the time that I offer a pact of neutrility in return for your safety." You smile slightly while doing your best to maintain a warm expression, an expression that was comforting and inviting.
"I wish my immortality could not be stolen from me..." She breathed, betraying her fear of dying once more, the fact that she had joined that crazy cult for the sole purpose of evading her eventual death. You tilted your head slightly, she had mentioned that the Enlightened were immortals before, that the penalty for betrayal was that they ceased to be. If they could give and take immortality, that meant that there was a way in what you were able to remove it from them.
"Are they able to take it away from me, too?"
"No, you are a born immortal, they fear immortals as there is no known way in what to kill them, to remove that what makes them forever living. I... Wish I had been born immortal, that I could live forever without the fear of death..." Her voice trailed off, becoming a whisper as she sank down against the wall, looking across the room at you.
"I wish my arms would grow back as fast as yours, the only thing they're good for when they've been cut off is scratching my back with."
She laughed, inappropriate as it was you had tickled her with this comment, an expression that was on the verge of tears was now torn between joy and sorrow. She drew her knees up to her chest, sighing as she set her arms atop them, her chin resting atop her arms. "You are a strange man, a waking immortal... Do I dare to hope, do I dare to trust you?"
"You can trust me, I may not remember who I once was at this time, but I feel guilt, remorse. I am not desensetised to horrific acts. I believe I was once a good man. What I did to you last night does not sit right with me and as such, it is my responsibility to make it up to you however I am able." You respond as you cross the room, standing before her as you reach out and offer her a hand. A hand you offered both as a gentleman and as a friend.
"Tell me then mister right, what are we going to do?" came her words, as an a small grin crept across her features, as she took your hand and allowed you to help her to her feet.Earth: 4 - (Resiliance)
Fire: 5 - (Marksman)
Air: 6 - (Tactics)
Water: 5 - (Reading People)
Powers:
0 - Ageless.
You have all of eternity to complete your tasks, forever in your prime.
1 (f) - Quickened Healing.
Seven fold is your natural recovery rate increased.
2 (fm) - Unkillable.
Death cannot claim you. Injury, poison, disease and the like still have their effects however, along with their associated downtime.
Points Pool: 0