Chapter 2: Immortality
“Violet!” Darren rushed into her room one misty day. Violet could tell that Darren was crying, his eyes red from too much tears. “Hold on, Darren, what happened?” Violet stood up, worried about what happened to her younger brother. “Mom......Dad.......” Darren managed to stammer these few words before he cried again. “I don’t understand, Darren, what happened to Mom and Dad?” She asked. “Car accident...... Both of them......Dead......” Darren rushed up to hug his sister and Violet stood there in silence and heard Darren crying while clinging on to her.
Violet took quite a while to calm her pounding heart down. “Darren,” her voice became unclear and soft, unlike the normal confident and strong one she used to have. It stayed that way for the rest of her life, making her weak and fragile, unlike her past self. She was quite surprised she did not cry, and at that time, she felt proud that she always thought straight and was always rational no matter what the situation was.
“Darren,” said Violet, “we have to go to the hospital to check on Mom and Dad now. Does Aunt April know about this?” Darren nodded his head furiously. “Good, go tell her that we need her to drive us to the hospital,” she told him. Darren ran out from the room, and Violet turned around to look at her reflection on the mirror. Her eyes were still purple. “Why are they still purple?!” Violet whined.
“I wouldn’t want to know why if I were you,” the same masculine voice she heard from her 16th birthday said again. “Ah, it’s you. 1 year since we met, if I’m correct.” He smiled. “I wouldn’t use the term ‘met’.” Violet looked at the teenager in the mirror carefully. Then she took her eyes off him. That was the worst choice she had ever made in her life.
Suddenly, her room dimmed and Violet heard the door of her room being locked. She turned around and glared at the teenager. “What are you doing?” She hissed.
The teenager smiled. “You are called Violet Thyst, if I remembered it correctly? Nice to meet you,” he said,” my name is Richard Deap.” Violet’s eyes observed him. “So, Mr. Deap, what point are you trying to make here?” She asked. “Please, just call me Richard,” said he, “I simply just want to make you an offer.” Violet’s eyes moved away. “What offer?”
“A deal is what I am trying to make. You, Violet Thyst, shall be immortal, while your parents will rise from the dead.” Violet took a deep breath. “I don’t understand your deal, Mr. Deap, you are trying to make a deal, yet you let me be immortal. Do you know how many people in this world want to be immortal?” Violet asked.
“Yes, I do know that, but Ms. Thyst, but you yourself do not want to be immortal; do you?” Violet shook her head. “Then?” Richard smiled one more time at Violet. “I do not understand what your point here is, but I’ll gladly agree.”
Richard’s eyes turned purple. Violet froze, wondering why Richard’s eyes were the exact same colour as hers. “You’re not the only one who can see what colour your eyes truly are, Violet,” said Richard. A sword appeared in Violet’s hand. “You still keep it?” He asked. Violet shrugged. She didn’t know when or how the sword appeared.
Richard held out his hand. Violet raised one of her eyebrows. He smiled. “The first step to immortality,” he explained. Violet could hear her brother calling her name. She placed her hand on top of his, and she saw a black hole growing larger and larger. She turned around just in time to see her brother standing frozen at the sight of Richard.