Second, as per request, and because it seems a smart thing to do, I will now start linking to all previous chapters, at least until such a time that it becomes an annoyance to do because there are so many. For now though I don't mind linking. Maybe I can just create a page and put all the links there when it gets too many. So, here are your links
Third(bet you didn't see that coming) if you're following me on Twitter, I won't be tweeting today as part of the "Twitter blackout" to protest the twitter censorship, however, I will still be retweeting things I think people should know as there are people who are dedicated to the cause of spreading information enough to keep at it. I however tweet crap so there's no need for me to not do it.
Chapter four is below
Trent noticed that Geoff had stopped, and so he stopped himself.
“B-b-but-” Geoff started.
“Not this again”, Trent interrupted, “spit it out kid”.
“But everyone dies.” Geoff said, “Don't they?” he added after a few seconds silence.
Trent shrugged and walked on. “Guess not everyone does. You saw how I was, you know nothing could survive that, believe what you want to believe.”
Geoff caught up with him and stood in front of him to stop him.
“No way, no way can you not die. There's no such thing as someone that can't die.”
“Yes there is” Trent said before pushing past him. “I'm living proof. I probably always will be too”.
Geoff caught up with him again.
“Prove it”, Geoff said. He pulled out the scalpel he had earlier, having kept it in his pocket.
Trent stopped, took the scalpel from Geoff's hand, and plunged it into his chest, where his heart was. After a few seconds of not dying despite having a scalpel in his chest, Trent pulled it out, and gave the blood covered instrument back to Geoff. Geoff stood, once again, dumbstruck. He was able to snap out of it though and once again catch up to Trent, who had continued walking again.
“So, you really can't die?” Geoff asked.
Trent sighed, “Yes, I really can't die. You know that scalpel isn't fake, and you saw how far I put it in.”
“What about if someone cut a piece of you off?”
“There was one time I lost a finger actually. I went to bed and when I woke up, it was back.”
Geoff made a shocked face,“Seriously?”
Trent once again took the scalpel, and this time cut off the tip of the little finger off of his right hand. After a brief moment of screaming in pain and an extended moment of cursing he handed the scalpel back and put the fingertip in his pocket.
“I suppose we'll find out won't we?” He said.
“Wait, you have no idea what will happen? Why did you do it?”
Trent held up his hand and looked at where part of his finger had just been.
“Well, you can always learn something new, even at my age.”
“Just how old are you anyway?”
This time Trent was the one to stop. He thought about it before answering. He'd never really thought about it.
“I actually don't really know,” was his eventual reply. “When you live as long as I have, the days just meld together you know? You lose track of these things. I'm not even sure what year it is.”
Geoff, however, didn't know. But didn't point that out. What he did point out though is that they were coming up on the Janitor's closet, and with that, the lost and found box, and with that, hopefully, some clothes for Trent. He also knew what year it was.
“By the way,” He said to Trent as he looked through the box, “it's 3020, that's what year it is.”
“Really?” Replied Trent, picking out a pair of trousers, a black shirt, and a pair of boots. I guess that makes me about one thousand and forty years old. Give or take. These clothes will do for now too thanks.”
He pushed Geoff out of the closet and shut the door before getting changed. Leaving Geoff, once again, dumbstruck.
Yes this one was a bit of a shorty but next weeks one will be a full blown epic. As per usual I'm looking forward to people pointing out where I did something wrong. I actually am, is that sad?