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Daavid was dying. Or he was dead, he didn't know. He could hear voices near him. The end..., he thought... Oh, wait, I'm an immortal

Daavid tried to move, but it caused him infernal pain. He couldn't move his mouth but if he could scream, he was certain he would have woken the dead up. Daavid tried to concenrate but nothing was happeneing. He was loosing control. "LET GO GODDAMNIT!" screamed someone. That voice...

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Suddenly Daavid was falling... He was falling but his body didn't move... He was dreaming... or maybe he was going to hell? He didn't know. A second later he was sitting on a chair in a room. There was another chair turned away from him. Daavid started walking... wait he could walk? What the fuck is going on... There was a man sitting in the chair. Daavid called out, "Excuse me, where am I?"

"We are in your subconscious. Now let me concentrate," said the man, the same voice as before...
"Am I supposed to believe that?" asked Daavid as he moved towards the man. He looked over the chair and saw a small man pressing buttons on a transluscent screen. "Am I high?" asked Daavid, "Also why did you kill me?"

"Listen I need to get the two women away from you. I'm trying to contact their Guardians, so I'll appreciate if you'll shut the fuck up. Ok the link to Vanessa's and Etain's guardian is ready. Listen Guardian Angels, we cannot have them find out about each other or we're dead. I'll suggest you make them forget about this. I'll be doing the same," he turned to Daavid, "Always getting me into trouble..."

"Guardian Angels? what the fuck is going on! Tell me or I'll kill you!" shouted Daavid.

The other person took a deep breath and spoke, "I cannot have anyone know that you are an immortal, so I'm trying to save your ass. But there is no point... You'll forget all this once you are awake..."

"Wait... NOOO!!" shouted Daavid but there was no point... He was in control of dead body again. He couldn't move or breath. The feeling of asphixiation kept screwing with his brain. I can't .... take it.... anymore, he kept thinking. This was worse than dying. What did he do to recieve such punishment, he wondered. Am I dreaming? Am I dead? Am I awake? Am I alive?