I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal

Adam's eyes snapped open. He was on the road walking beside Sophia. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. It was a beautiful day. But for Adam it was a nightmare. He had just seen his entire family slaughtered. He had just died a brutal and a painful death. And now he was back. Back to the moment just before it all went wrong.

He looked at Sophia. She was smiling at him. A happy and an innocent smile. She had no idea what was about to happen. She had no idea of the horror that awaited them. And he couldn't tell her. He couldn't warn her. He had to protect her. He had to save her. But how? He was just one man. And they were a legion.

He felt a sense of despair wash over him. A feeling of hopelessness. He wanted to give up. He wanted to just lie down and die. But then he looked at Sophia again. He saw the love in her eyes. The trust. The faith. And he knew that he couldn't give up. He had to fight. He had to win. He had to live. For her. For them. For their future.

He took a deep breath. He steeled himself. He was not going to let them die. Not this time. He was going to save them. All of them. And he was going to make their enemies pay. He was going to show them what it meant to mess with his family. He was going to show them hell.

He looked around. He saw the black-clad soldiers. They were all around them. They were closing in. They were a net that was slowly but surely tightening. He had to act fast. He had to do something. But what? He was just one man. And they were a legion.

He then remembered something. The communication device. The one that Cyan had given him. He still had it. He took it out of his pocket. He said "Cyan? Are you there?"

A voice crackled in his earpiece. It was Cyan. He said "Adam? What is it? What's wrong?"

Adam said "We're under attack. We're surrounded. We need help."

Cyan said "Where are you?"

Adam told him their location.

Cyan said "We're on our way. Just hold on."

Adam said "Hurry."

He then put the communication device back in his pocket. He looked at Sophia. He said "We have to go. Now."

She looked at him. She saw the seriousness in his eyes. The urgency. The fear. She didn't ask any questions. She just nodded her head.

He then took her hand. And they started to run. They ran as fast as they could. They ran for their lives. The black-clad soldiers were in hot pursuit. They were closing in. They were a pack of wolves on a pair of wounded deer.

Adam knew that they couldn't outrun them. They were too fast. They were too many. They were too relentless. He had to do something. He had to make a stand.

He saw a building up ahead. An abandoned warehouse. He said "In there. Quick."

They ran into the warehouse. It was dark and dusty. It was a perfect place for an ambush. A perfect place to make a stand.

He then looked at Sophia. He said "Hide. And don't come out until I tell you to."

She looked at him. She saw the determination in his eyes. The courage. The love. She said "Be careful."

He just smiled at her. A sad and a beautiful smile. He said "I will."

And then he went out to meet their enemies. He was not afraid. He was not alone. He had his family. He had his friends. And he had Sophia.

The warehouse was a labyrinth of shadows and steel. Adam moved through it like a ghost a silent and a deadly predator. He knew that he was outnumbered. He knew that he was outgunned. But he had one advantage. He knew the terrain. He had been here before. He had died here before. And he was not going to make the same mistakes again.

He set up a series of traps. A network of tripwires and explosives. He was a master of improvisation a genius of guerilla warfare. He was a one-man army a relentless and an unstoppable force of nature.

The black-clad soldiers came in waves. A relentless and an unending tide. They were a faceless horde a legion of a nameless and a soulless drones. They were cannon fodder a disposable and an expendable asset. And they died in droves.

Adam was a whirlwind of motion a dervish of death. He was a blur of motion a phantom in the night. He was a ghost and he was reaping a bloody harvest. He was a symphony of violence a ballet of death. He was a god of war a demon of destruction. He was a force to be reckoned with a power to be feared.

But even he had his limits. He was just one man. And they were a legion. He was getting tired. He was getting wounded. He was losing blood. He was losing hope.

He was about to give up. He was about to just lie down and die. But then he heard a voice in his head. It was Sophia. She was singing. A beautiful and a haunting melody. A song of love and a song of hope. A song that gave him the strength to go on. A song that gave him the will to live.

He got up. He gritted his teeth. He was not going to die. Not here. Not now. Not ever. He was going to live. For her. For them. For their future.

He then heard a sound. The sound of helicopters. The sound of reinforcements. The sound of salvation. It was Cyan and the others. They had come. They had come to save him.

The helicopters landed on the roof of the warehouse. Cyan and the others rappelled down. They were a team of professional assassins a well-oiled machine. They moved with a precision and a coordination that was a testament to their years of training. They were a symphony of violence a ballet of death.

They joined the fight. They were a force multiplier a game changer. They were a breath of fresh air a ray of hope. They were a beacon of light in a world of darkness.

The tide of the battle turned. The black-clad soldiers were on the defensive. They were being pushed back. They were being slaughtered. They were being annihilated.

The battle was over. The warehouse was a scene of carnage and a scene of destruction. But it was a victory. A hard-won and a bloody victory. But a victory nonetheless.

Adam was on the ground. He was wounded. He was bleeding. He was dying. But he was happy. He had saved them. He had saved her. And that was all that mattered.

Sophia rushed to his side. She was crying. She was holding his hand. She was telling him that she loved him. She was telling him that she couldn't live without him.

He just smiled at her. A weak and a beautiful smile. He said "I know."

And then he closed his eyes. And he was gone. But he was not dead. He was just resting. He was just waiting. He was just preparing.

Adam's eyes snapped open. He was on the roof of the warehouse. The helicopters were landing. Cyan and the others were rappelling down. He was back. Back to the moment just before he had died. He had been given another chance. Another life. Another opportunity to save them. And he was not going to waste it.

He got up. He was no longer wounded. He was no longer bleeding. He was no longer dying. He was whole. He was strong. He was ready.

He joined the fight. He was a whirlwind of motion a dervish of death. He was a blur of motion a phantom in the night. He was a ghost and he was reaping a bloody harvest. He was a symphony of violence a ballet of death. He was a god of war a demon of destruction. He was a force to be reckoned with a power to be feared.

Cyan and the others were no less formidable. They were a well-oiled machine a team of professional assassins. They moved with a precision and a coordination that was a testament to their years of training. They were a symphony of violence a ballet of death.

The black-clad soldiers were no match for them. They were a faceless horde a legion of a nameless and a soullous drones. They were cannon fodder a disposable and an expendable asset. And they died in droves.

The battle was over in a matter of minutes. The warehouse was a scene of carnage and a scene of destruction. But it was a victory. A decisive and a glorious victory.

Adam was on his feet. He was not wounded. He was not bleeding. He was not dying. He was alive. And he was happy. He had saved them. He had saved her. And that was all that mattered.

Sophia rushed to his side. She was crying. But this time they were tears of joy. She was holding his hand. She was telling him that she loved him. She was telling him that she couldn't live without him.

He just smiled at her. A real and a genuine smile. The kind that she had never seen before. He said "I know."

And then he kissed her. It was a gentle and a passionate kiss. A kiss that was filled with all the love and the longing that they had both been feeling for so long. It was a perfect kiss. A kiss that sealed their fate. A kiss that changed their lives forever.