The Immortal Army

Knock... Knock... Knock...

"Who is it?!" screamed Marcus from across the book store.

There was no answer, so he walked up to the door, opening it up by just a crack.

Two men and one woman, all in black suits. They stood outside on the street. Their dark truck in the background, hidden by the streetlamp shadows.

One of them pulled out a badge, its flipping pages, eventually landing on a Pegasus.

"Sir, we work for the Immortal Horses... We believe you are harboring two rogue agents of ours."

"Two rogues, what?" He turned his head and pretended to look back into his pitch-black shop, "yeah it's just me in here."

The woman stepped up, her gloved hands holding an electric baton.

"Enough pretend games. Mike, back off I got this. Your name is Marcus Wallberg. You worked in the intelligence division for three years until you left for unknown reasons. Then two years later you suddenly appeared. Then you used your insider information, and contacts to get back into the organization, except this time with an agenda. Mr. Wallberg, we have you on the record, countless videotapes, hundreds of hours of footage.

Marcus flipped from behind oblivious to being serious.

"And so what? Are you going to kill me?"

The two suited men stepped back a bit as the woman stepped closer to the crack in the door.

"So what you ask? You ask if we are going to kill you? You ask and this and that. Well, Marcus "Wallberg", or sorry, should we call you by your real name? Marcus Smirnov, the White Rabbit of the Witch Hunters."

Marcus opened up the door fully. His plain apron and flat red hair against the dark moody night. He looked at the black-haired woman in front of him. The two men before her. They all held batons, all ready to attack.

"The White Rabbit... I haven't heard that name in a long time... But you know. I still don't understand how that has anything to do with two rouge agents?"

"It has everything to do with-"

Marcus pointed out his right hand and sacrificed three fingernails.

Ice Spell: [Snow Scape]

Fshhuuuuushhhhh!

A wave of ice and snow expanded exponentially from Marcus's hand. It forcefully pushed back the three officers, knocking them into the street, and surrounding them in slushy icy snow, so they couldn't escape.

"Now Luna!" screamed out Marcus.

Suddenly a window two stories up from the bookshop opened up. Luna leaned out from it and pointed her hand to the sky. The three officers tried to get up from the wave of snow, but they kept slipping and sliding, unable to get their footing back.

"Luna, now!" screamed Marcus again.

Luna focused all her power into a single creation, a single object high in the sky. She sacrificed all the blood in her body and closed her eyes.

Creation Spell: [Tank]

Particles in the air started forming together. The three officers watched as a tank was slowly created into existence, two stories above them.

"Shit, they have a Creation Witch-"

It fell.

Splat-splat-splat!

The three officers were crushed under the tank.

But as soon as the conflict ended another conflict arose. Luna fell back from the windowsill. Her body dry and thin. Marcus ran upstairs as fast as he could.

Luna collapsed to the floor, her body dry to the bone, like a mummy, not a single drop of blood left.

"Marcus... The... Get... The... Blood..." she tried to speak, but her lips were so parched that even talking was draining her.

Crash!

Marcus came barrelling in with three blood bags in hand.

"I got you, Luna!"

---

High in the sky, in a helicopter.

"So they have a Creation Witch?" asked Killa Kill.

"It's Luna idiot. We already went over this. Uhhhggg. I don't want them to kill Luna. Can you tell them not to kill Luna?" asked Bryan.

Killa Kill looked through the binoculars again.

"Well, it's gonna be hard Boss Man Bryan. Their communicators were crushed by that tank and their gonna take a bit to come back. I'd say give them five minutes."

"Five minutes? Fine... But if they go after Luna, I'm gonna have to go down there and stop them myself."

"Well, I don't think you should jump down there. Not cause of the fall... Hell nah, you'll survive that. But that man... The one who used the Ice Magic. The Ice Witch. You don't want to get mixed up with Ice Witches. All the big boy Ice Witches are trained to fight against Immortals. And it doesn't matter if your a true one or not, they know how to widdle you down until you turn to mushy mush. The only ones capable of taking them on are the Burn Witches, but those guys have their own priorities right now."

"So I just have to hope Luna survives?"

"Yuparoo."

"Great..."

"Hey hey, but it's all chill. Don't worry. Those three down there are the best of the best. They're not in the Immortal Army for no reason. Just let em do our dirty work for now."

---

Five minutes later. The blood-soaked street. Puddles and puddles. Crushed flesh and bone. Each piece started to reform, to turn back into a human. From under the tank, they came, their skin folding around their muscles, their blood flowing through their pores. Within five minutes they were back on their feet, stepping up on their toes, their legs, their chest, their arms, their heads. And lastly were their genitals.

Marcus looked out the window as the three officers headed back to their truck.

"Shit. They came back."

He looked at his hand. His fingernails were missing and bleeding. He turned to Luna, her body still recovering. He turned to Aria, her half-unconscious face as she rested on his bed.

"Shit-shit-shit! I'm gonna have to lose more than a fingernail if this keeps up. But I could always escape..." He looked at Aria again, "I can't do that... I can't... I can't! I used her. Ever since she was a kid all she's wanted was revenge... For her family... And I fueled that revenge. It's my fault she ended up like that. It's my fault."

He watched as the Immortal Soldiers pulled weapons and a new change of clothes from the trunk of their truck. He watched as they changed back into new suits. He watched as they pulled out grenade launchers and machine guns. He watched as they turned back around, heading toward his bookstore.

"Luna! Luna! Can you still move?" he asked in desperation.

"I... I can... I just need... I feel... My head is light..." She shook with her head, her brain going in and out of consciousness.

"Shit-shit-shit! Think Marcus, think!"

He looked at Aria, he looked at Luna. He looked at the two girls on his bed. One unconscious, the other losing consciousness.

He looked at his bleeding hands. His mindless thoughts.

"I guess I only have one option."

He pointed out his two fingers.

"I've never tried this before, but now would be the best time for it to work..."

He closed his eyes and focused on something.

Something he cared about.

He focused on protecting...

He ran downstairs and waited as the three immortal soldiers broke through his front door. He pointed out his two fingers.

They lifted up their weapons, ready to shoot.

At the same time.

He focused on protecting. On not killing, but stopping, not losing, running away, and escaping.

They fired their guns.

Ice Spell: [Perfect Ice]

Fwoooosh...