Dating Jack

Jack is immortal. He can't die, and never will. Earth has a second attempt, but something has changed. Something that might change the human race forever - but for better or for worse?


4. Leave Earth To Die

It must be a dream, a hallucination, a desire so powerful that I was imagining it.

Jack was standing in front of me.

But he can’t be. I saw him die.

“You didn’t see me die,” he said carefully, as if he were reading my mind.

“How did you escape?” I asked, my lips barely forming the words.

“I didn’t,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. Which could only mean...

I wanted to question him, but he crashed his lips to mine before I got the chance. He was dangerous, and impossible, but he understood me. But I knew a lot less about him than I thought I did.

“See ya Isabelle,” he said, a Hollywood charm to his tone, but I heard the tremble in his voice as he threw his backpack over his shoulder and disappeared into the evening market crowds.


Immortal? He can’t be.


I rigged up my old computer and typed in ‘Earth’.

Thousands and thousands of pages blurred before my mind, but one title caught my eye. Leave Earth to Die.

Intrigued, I clicked on the link and read further.

Earth used to be a normal, comfortable habitation ground for humans. But now it can never be returned to. An airborne virus is here. No-one knows what it is, or how it got here, but if you are reading this you must stay away.


 The writing was scribbled, hasty, much like a diary entry. I scrolled down, longing for the next chapter. But this writer didn’t get the chance to tell his tale.

What virus? Was it still active?

I shut down my computer and hugged my knees to my chest, praying that we were safe here on Earth 2.0.

But there were no bodies when we arrived.

So what happened? Did everyone just leave to live out their final days in peace? 


Confused and angry at my futile search, I grabbed my threadbare blanket and curled up on the floor, desperate for sleep to fill my mind. And it did, but there were dreams too.

I was standing in the market place. Jack was in my arms, blood blooming from his chest. I couldn't save him. I was surprised to feel a stab of pain in my side, but I wasn't afraid. Almost like I knew I would live, even though my wound was fatal. But then he was there, standing tall in front of me, unscathed. I was beside him, my clothes clean of blood, my limbs strong and ready for anything.

And in that second, I could have sworn we were both immortal. 



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