• I am an immortal human. I was made immortal by a demon. He stole me from death's bed. So he asked me to repay him. He gave me a job. I can have whatever I want, but I have to do a little job for him. Just a small one he says. My first job was easy. Being immortal means I don't have to worry about being shot or run over or anything like that. So my first job was an assassin. Iwas an assassin for three decades. No one could figure out who dunnit. Just because I was immortal, didn't make me careless. It was easy going. I didn't feel a thing about stabbing a man through the back or shooting someone's head off. I didn't even care about kicking a kid off the edge of a cliff.
    Then he gave me odd jobs instead of the usual assassinations. I had to deliver certian people to him. Then he gave me my first rule. After I give him a person or an animal, leave and don't look back. For fifteen years I was content to take him the person or animal of his choice then leave and not look back, no matter how much screaming there was. It was the new year of 2010 when I disobeyed that rule. I delivered a kid. He looked oddly familiar. But It didn't matter. I had him bound and gagged so he coudn't say or do anything to bother me. I delivered the kid to my master and went to leave as the rule dictates when I heard my master rip the gag from his mouth.
    "AUNTIE! UNCLE!" the kid screamed. oh well, gotta follow the rule.
    "SETH!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. I stopped dead in my tracks. That was my name.
    My master shackled him against the wall then left through the side door. He hadn't realised I was still there. I looked back and instantly regretted it. He was well alive. but his guts were spread out all over the floor. He was immortal. My master made this little kid immortal than gutted him. I walked back.
    "What did you call me?" I asked the kid.
    "S-S-Seth" he whispered, scared to death.
    "How do you know my name?" I asked quitely
    "Auntie and Uncle showed me a picture of a young man who looked like you," he whispered.
    My siblings. I died when I was sixteen. I am now forever sixteen.
    My brother and sister were three years older than me. They were born two months apart. Than I had a little brother after me. He was fourteen.
    His aunt and uncle were sixty-four years old. His father was fifty nine years old.
    "Daddy's dead" he said as if he knew what I was thinking.
    This was my youngest nephew forever age eleven.
    I turned around. There was my demon master. He laughed.
    YOU BROKE A RULE he said TIME TO PAY THE PRICE
    I passed out.
    Iwoke up hanging on the wall. My master had an assortment of torturing tools layed out on a table. I felt a searing pain as he swung around and threw a knife at my stomach. It went in deep. I cursed with every single profanity I knew. He laughed and yanked the knife down. Out came my guts.
    I disobeyed. Why did I look back?