The Immortal World - Ikaris

ROBERT'S HOUSE – ANGELA'S FATHER

DOWNTOWN FORKS

Xavier floated to the ground behind Jennifer's house – the only house on the block that had thick, forest-like, trees. The Eternal was thankful for Jennifer's tree-hugging personality.

Xavier was confident he could land anywhere in the neighborhood without being noticed, but early on, he made an absolute rule that must be followed.

As long as the situation was not urgent, he would always fly under the cover of darkness and use the forest trees as a covering.

It was already pushing the rules that he used Jennifer's trees for his own nefarious purposes.

"Good landing…" Xavier complimented himself.

His attitude was chipper – forcefully so because his mind was a mess of anger that could not be quelled. The Eternal made his way out of the bushes, and out of Jennifer's yard.

He was fairly certain that a knock on the door would all but guarantee Jennifer spread her legs wide for him, but his current goal was set – Angela's home.

Xavier crossed the street, hopped the nearest fence, and floated just a couple of inches off the ground to avoid awakening the sleeping dogs.

With one more fence, he could see Angela's house – the only house painted green and red in honor, as her mother puts it, of their great-grandmother's immigrant status.

The Eternal crossed the street in a rather blatant manner, and his goal was achieved when plenty of eyes peeked at him from behind semi-closed windows.

It was late, but not too late.

Though on Angela's street, the later it was, the more eyes scanned the streets from behind windows.

When he arrived on the steps of Angela's modest home, Xavier went the opposite way around, making sure he passed by Mr. Robert's window to get to Angela's room.

This could have easily been achieved if he went clockwise, but The Eternal wanted to be seen – needed to be seen.

Xavier tried for Angela's window and realized it was locked – of course, he could have opened the window by applying a bit more strength, but his intention was to sneak in.

He briefly glanced in the driveway, and his hummer was indeed there. That meant Angela knew he was coming and chose to lock her bedroom window anyway, or – far more likely – Mr. Robinson knew he was coming, and locked the window after Angela had gone to bed.

"Not enough…" Xavier whispered.

Thankfully, he had a trump card that even Mr. Robinson could not counter.

The Eternal floated from the ground, ascending ten feet – just high enough to crawl through the window in the attic. Xavier's feet didn't even touch the ground as he floated through the attic and down the ladder into the home.

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The door creaked as Xavier entered Angela's room, and for a moment, as he caught sight of his girlfriend, The Eternal felt as if a goddess had taken his breath away.

The moonlight leaking through her window perfectly illuminated half of her figure, leaving the other half to Xavier's thoughts.

Of course, he had an overactive imagination.

It took three steps to reach Angela's bedside, but to The Eternal, it felt like an eternity – a concept he knew very well… or at least, this body did.

Xavier knelt next to the bed, staring at Angela's sleeping face, and as if sending him, her eyes fluttered open. She was half-asleep, but her body moved with recognition.

"Come to bed…" She groaned, grabbing him by the arm to pull him onto the other side.

Xavier roused the nearby gravitons and made himself almost weightless, allowing his body to float over Angela to the free side of the bed.

As Xavier dispelled his weightlessness and settled into the bed, Angela's arms snaked around his waist. This time, instead of being held, Angela was the one doing the holding.

The Eternal closed his eyes in contentment.

"I love you…" He whispered.

A small smile graced Angela's lips as her head found its way onto Xavier's chest, listening to his slow, but powerful, heartbeat that pulsed with infinite Cosmic potential.

Ten minutes…

Twenty minutes…

The heartbeat remained, but there was no longer a Xavier.

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WHOOOOSH

The Eternal shot into the skies, counting the minutes he had until Mr. Robinson came to check on Angela and notice he was no longer there.

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THE MADISON RESIDENCE

BESIDE FORK'S MEMORIAL PARK

Luis stirred in his sleep, thinking about the warning of the previous day.

Jessie sounded pretty serious about him and Greg leaving Forks as soon as possible, but then again, Luis noticed that Jessie wasn't even sure about her gender.

Something – an instinct maybe – told Luis to open his eyes.

The panicked teenager opened his eyes to stare at the familiar white ceiling of his bedroom, but instead of the ceiling, he was greeted by two sinister golden eyes staring back at him.

WHOOSH

"FUCK! GREG!" Luis yelled.

He scrambled out of bed, grabbing the nearest thing he could find – his alarm clock. Luis wielded the clock like a weapon, searching for the light switch.

A brush here, and a brush there.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

There was definitely something in the room – he could feel it.

Just as he was about to reach the switch, Luis turned to see the golden eyes staring at him once more, but this time, as he tried to turn away, vice-like hands gripped under his chin, forcing him to keep looking.

The golden glow in the eyes intensified until Luis felt like he was staring into the sun itself.

AAARGGGHHHH

The pain was unbearable.

SQUEAK

BANG

Greg, hearing his brother's terrified scream, broke into the room with a loud kick. The lights switched on, and Greg got to see Luis stumbling about the room as if a blind man.

"My eyes… my eyes…" Luis had snot running down his face. "My eyes… my eyes… I can't see…"

"Shut UP!" Greg yelled, glancing around to confirm there was indeed nothing in the room. "Let me see!" He ordered.

Upon examination of the wound, Greg noticed nothing wrong with Luis's eyes other than the obvious redness due to sleeplessness.

"Your eyes are fine," He complained.

"No… no, I can't see…" Luis complained, feeling around for anything that could indicate where he was. "We have to get out of here… the golden lights will come back… the golden lights will come back!"

"What golden—"

Greg's voice died in his throat as the light flicked off the next second, and a pair of golden eyes stared into his own. The pressure was immense, and unlike his brother, Greg didn't even have the braver to move.

He imagined it was the same helplessness the girls that had fallen victim to him felt. The lights flickered on – Greg didn't need to think twice.

Dragging Luis down the stairs and into the garage, Greg inserted the key into the car and reversed without caring for the garage door.

SMASH

The gate was smashed next.

SMASH

Then, Greg hit the accelerator and left the house behind, only thinking of getting to Neah Bay as quickly as physically, and spiritually, possible.

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After thirty minutes of driving, Greg had managed to calm down considerably, rationalizing the series of events in his mind.

It also helped that Luis's eyes were adjusting – the temporary blindness was recovering. Maybe, Greg hoped, between the two of them, they could come up with a logical explanation for what happened.

The trees of the forest swayed in the wind.

Everything was magnified to a level of spookiness not before conceived.

Greg floored the accelerator but slowed on turns, unwilling to be the kid who ran from a ghost only to kill himself by taking too hard of a turn.

"What the fuck was that!?" Luis growled.

"I don't know…" Greg shivered.

"It's those fuckers from Forks playing pranks for that stupid bitch!" Luis cursed.

"That girl?" Greg scoured his memories for the girl – there were three, and he didn't know which had brought the trouble. "They were whores."

"The whitish hair one," Luis explained.

"Oh, her… a good one," Greg smiled, if only briefly before recalling his circumstances. "What about her? She made for a nice video."

"She belonged to this asshole named Xavier something…" Luis explained. "I couldn't fuck the tomboy Jessie because of him, but when we come back to Forks, all of them gonna get what they deserve…"

Greg nodded. "Fuckers, all of them!" He stated.

WHISTLE

A streak sounded in the air.

"Fireworks?" Luis guessed.

"In the forest?" Greg disagreed, flicking on all the lights the car could manage. "OH FUCK!" He swerved.

Alas, it was too late!

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Xavier cut through the air at 200mph, performed a front flip as the gravitons dispersed, bringing his linear acceleration to near zero, and gravity did the rest.

From thirty feet in the air, The Eternal smashed into the ground, cracking the paved road beneath his feet. With his enhanced senses, Xavier could hear the rubbing engine components of the incoming car.

Still, he remained as he was.

Lights flickered on – many lights – as the driver came to the realization that someone stood in the middle of the road. The driver swerved, but not quickly enough.

Xavier spun from his stationary position, and the world slowed in his eyes – the car that was mere inches away from hitting him felt as if it would take ten seconds to reach him.

The Eternal raised a leg, pressed it on the hood of the car, and simply pushed – a simple push that caused irreparable damage.

WHOOOOSH

BANG

KRRRRTTT

It was as if the car lost all traction, suddenly switching directions. Then, traction returned in an instant, forcing the car into a forward flip through the air.

Thankfully, the damage was minimal – to the car that is.

Finally, the car landed on two out of the four wheels and rammed into two of the forest's trees which just so happened to stop the vehicle from tipping over the cliff's edge.

BADANG

And the car settled – worse for wear, but nonetheless okay.

Xavier watched the damage he had caused with an expressionless face, only pondering if there was any way he could prolong the suffering of the drivers with minimal interference.

Thus far, even a top investigator would find it hard to find what really happened.

Xavier ensured Luis and Greg were scared out of their home – unhurt.

He didn't force their car into a crash, simply gave it a little push – a push that shouldn't have been possible by physics standards, hence easily explained with a bunch of mundane calculations.

If the car went over the edge, that would be it – a perfect conclusion to a perfectly solvable problem. Alas, now, Xavier had the urge for something crueler.

The only problem was to make that cruelty appear natural.

CRACK

Xavier spun around hearing the crackling of leaves, and his eyes radiated a golden hue.

A couple of seconds passed.

There were only groans from the passengers of the car, but The Eternal did not relent.

Alice and Jasper exited the forest, walking in their usual graceful strides.

Xavier quirked a brow.

"We were out hunting," Alice explained. "Jasper smelled the blood, lost control a bit, and here we are…"

'Logical enough…' Xavier concluded… but. "But you should have known about this decision the moment I made it – that was this morning."

"Yes – I did," Alice confirmed. "But our decision to go hunting came abruptly. I couldn't see us being here until blood reached Jasper's senses."

"Don't Cullens hunt in fours?" Xavier scanned the forest, searching for the rest.

Alice quirked a brow. "Not unless there is known danger – other than that, it's by mates."

"And you're not interested in saving them?" Xavier questioned, noticing his anger was subsiding quite a bit. "STOP IT!" his golden irises locked onto Jasper.

Alice placed a hand on Jasper's chest – a signal for him to stop manipulating the mood.

"It's fine… it's fine. He's not going to hurt me if we do nothing," Alice comforted Jasper, then turned back to Xavier.

She stared blankly at him for a couple of seconds before shaking her head. "If I save them, they're going to return home and do the same thing – rape, bullying…"

"Good to know," Xavier sighed.

Alice and Jasper simply nodded, blurring into the forest a split second later. Xavier immediately noted that they were fast – faster than the book mentioned.

It was not 100mph, but more like, 150mph.

'And it is said Edward is the fastest…' He frowned.

If it was flying, he would definitely be able to exceed 150mph, but as long as he was caught flat-footed, Xavier knew 130mph was about his limit.

"Anyways… thoughts for another time," Xavier concluded.

He followed the groaning back to the cliff's edge, and examined the passengers – both conscious, both unable to move due to their seatbelts being stuck.

They waited as if knowing their fate.

"I heard you have a video of my girl," Xavier joked.

"Please… please…" Luis begged. "It was Greg – it was all him!"

Greg said nothing to defend himself – he knew nothing would suffice. Had it been him standing outside, Greg could imagine himself doing much crueler things.

"Brotherly betrayal," Xavier scoffed, but he was secretly delighted. "What would you say if I told you hell really exists? That Lucifer is there – he is a she by the way."

Greg finally showed panic.

Luis was already too panicked to hear anything but his own pleading.

"Tell her The Eternal Ikaris sends his regards," Xavier muttered.

A ghost of a golden beam flickered from his eyes – barely enough to mirror the effect of a magnifying glass in the sun, but at the right place on the hood of a rapidly heating car?

It started a fire.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH

The car blazed.

The passengers inside blazed.

Fire danced in the night.

By the time the car tipped over the edge of the cliff, Xavier had long disappeared into the night, collecting and destroying the sex tapes from Greg's collections, and rejoining Angela in bed.