Sebastian Grimm

I am immortal. If I would have said that over in my head a hundred times when it first happened, I still would have never believed it. This is an apex immortality. I do not die if I am beheaded. Any part of me that is severed becomes dust and I can grow back my severed body parts in seconds. If I am beheaded a new body will grow and my old one will become ashes. 

As you can see this makes the point of getting tattoos rather useless, as I am a solider of sorts and every mission usually leaves me with multiple limbs being blasted to bits, just to come back missing my ink. I’m not entirely sure of how this happened. I remember a great deal of my life being spent in Britain, though I am not British.

I was kept alive, somewhere underground. I remember images of tubes, metal boxes, steel cages and a bath of green liquid. I can recall waking from a box in a blackened room and being told by a voice from above to stay calm. I know I am an experiment and I’m relatively sure I know what I am. I know I was a man, six feet tall, blonde hair, white skin and only a bit physically thin. 

I look now as I had back then, all except for my eyes which were once brown, but are now neon. One is white and the other is green. They shimmer and fluctuate based on the light that hits my eyes, but it doesn’t effect my sight any. If anything my sight is better than it was before. Along the way I gained snippets about what the institution I was in had done to me.

They were very open, offering me no information withholding. I am a soldier, an agent of D.I.C.E. and, from what I’ve come to believe, am employed by this international organization to deal with things the average solider might not be able to handle. It’s such a trope, isn’t it? I remember comics—not many, but I remember, people with powers working for government institutions.

Just like the ones in stories, the existence of the D.I.C.E. agency is kept a secret from the world. From what I’m told there were other agents before me. Freaks of nature like myself. But where I will succeed they had all failed. My predecessors were weak, unable to regenerate. You see, that was the defining factor that set me apart from them.

It doesn’t matter how strong you are, you can be blown away in a multitude of ways. The only way to create the ultimate solider is to make them completely and ultimately un-killable. Of the few D.I.C.E. agents I am aware of there is my commanding officer, General Gray, Jane, my nurse, Professor Wells, who is my educator and therapist, leaving Agent H, A boastful bastard who thinks, if push came to shove, he could take me.

Aside from all of them is Vaides. I knew him from back when he was an intern. He was so bright and knowledgable. He made me my weapons. My guns, Jekyll & Hyde. Jekyll is silver and Hyde is as black a gun as night. Sometimes, with my advanced hearing, I hear agents whisper about it being able to absorb light around it, which it uses to compact energy to put force behind its bullets.

I wouldn’t go that far as to say the gun is that advanced or technologic, but then again I don’t tend to think too deeply into those kinds of things anymore. My guns, Jekyll & Hyde, were designed by Vaides and are a mix between flintlock pistols, with parts from desert eagles. They are long and beautifully crafted.

Out of everything I got out of working under the agency, my guns have to be my favorite thing. As for my relationships with my co-workers, General Gray is stern, but understanding. He is a good leader, a veteran of old wars. He knows what he’s doing and relies on my power and strength. Honest and trust worthy, there’s no one I’d rather be serving under.

As for Jane, she is a sweet young woman, much older than Vaides, but far younger than Gray. I’d say she’s H’s age. Despite what the agents might say, we are not romantically involved. I don’t tend to think about those kinds of things these days. I’ve had love in the past and let it go away. The taste of it on my tongue has gone dry and all I desire now is to return the favor to the people who made me this supreme power.

My days are simple. I enjoy the hunt and the killing. This is only because what I kill is relatively pure evil. Often times Agent H accompanies me. I don’t like it very much, but Gray wants us to get along, so I try and deal with it best I can. As time went on I eventually found my way researching what it was that made me what I am.

In this world of ours there exists all the horrors man could think of. There are vampires, lycanthropes, doppelgängers, shapeshifters, ranks of the undead, draugrs, dullahans, apparently demons, and so much more. Fortunately, through the world’s joined governments, the existence of these alternate human species have all been flushed out.

Of my knowledge there are only two vampires in the whole world. One of whom is employed by the British government. I work out of America, where the last lycanthrope resides. The only dullahan in existence once occupied north America for a time, but since its defeat, at my hands, there have been sightings of another in Japan.

D.I.C.E. makes sure to keep a close eye on these things, pulling their recourses to study and monitor these creatures. My case files say that I am a human, mixed with the DNA of all these creatures. Especially vampire genes, but without any of the occult weaknesses. H represents my view of people if they were to read about me.

He hates what I am, secretly only because he wishes to be me. I know this, but I say nothing. I know it is common in culture to despise immortality, that it is a curse and a thing to be loathed, but I couldn’t feel more different! Being immortal, unable to die, is incredible. In one-hundred years I’ve never been more alive.

I don’t hit walls of depression or loneliness. Life is loneliness. It’s just a matter of learning to reflect upon your time alone and appreciate the mere fact that you exist in this grand cycle of life. It is quite amazing to me. That, and the fact that up until this point nothing has been able to best me, is what keeps me going.

The year is 2006. I am now one-hundred and four years old. In my time I’ve killed one vampire, two werewolves, a shapeshifter, a doppelgänger, a dullahan, six zombie outbreaks, one mad scientist, a small alien takeover and halted a secret invasion upon American soil. I apologize if I mention these instances so none-enthusiastically.

They were some time ago and are just fragments on the mind at this point. My first ever mission was against a horde of zombies that had broken out in a city in the south, a little below Carolina. It took me two days to patrol the highways and forests, seeking out the undead and keeping the whole thing contained.

My second zombie mission, twelve years later, was in Canada. That one wasn’t so bad. Only about fifty undead. The last zombie outbreak I had to face was in Florida. Orlando, of all places. It was there that D.I.C.E. finally found the guy that had been causing it all. This scientist, by the name of Doctor Azure, was creating undead thanks to the help of some shady organization.

We couldn’t figure out who it was, but I put twenty bullets in Azure’s head for good measure. About a month later our department up north sent in a request for me to head up to New England. A dullahan had appeared and was killing folks like mad. I followed the thing down to Philadelphia where I shredded it with Jekyll and Hyde.

See, dullahans are made up of pure dark energy. The only way to kill them is to destroy them on a molecular level. That’s where my guns come in handy. After that I had two lycanthrope cases in a row. One was in Canada, the other in Brazil. Werewolves are a little easier to kill. They aren’t as powerful as vampires, but damn if they ain’t fast as all hell.

As for doppelgängers, we had one loose in the facility once. About eight years ago one got in, impersonated Gray and started killing our agents left and right. His name was Byzantine. It all finally ended when I caught the general and the doppelgänger together, at gunpoint. It was one of those choose-the-right-one situations.

Luckily my hearing was excellent and I could hear Gray’s heartbeat racing. Doppelgängers don’t feel fear. Their hearts are always calm. I shot Byzantine right in his head. Quick and simple. Unfortunately for his employer, we learned this was a premeditated attack by tracing who he had posed as while living in new York.

Pretending to be a factory worker by the name of Frank Victor, Byzantine’s whereabouts in the last three months, leading up to his death, were traced as the northern branch of D.I.C.E. believed the civilian to be up to something after receiving large sums of money. This time we were able to trace who hired Byzantine to carry out this attack.

It was the same organization that had backed Doctor Azure to strike us. Now, where would a supreme organization, striving for the forces of good, be without an alternate, evil syndicate to rival it? That is where E.U.L.B. comes into play. From 1998 to 2000 D.I.C.E. fought a secret war against E.U.L.B. and seemed to be winning.

It was our agents against everything the syndicate could throw at us. Their plan never seemed to be full victory over anything. All they wanted was total destruction of anything and everything they could find, until they burned up. It was after locating one of the syndicate’s lesser bases that I came to face Brandeis.

He was a human who’s entire makeup was bonded to a strange kind of technological armor. he wielded a great axe and disconnected himself from a great room, like a chamber, beneath the base. He got a few good swings in on me, but ultimately my guns shattered his axe, and from there I blasted the hulking giant to hell.

I destroyed the mainframe he was attached to, realizing this base was specifically created to create and house him. I only felt bad for Brandeis because serving E.U..LB. was something he felt he had to do, with no choice. To this day I wonder if he could have been turned over to our side. He was the first instance I had seen of a human soul being bonded to a mechanical body.

After his defeat his soul was lost, never to return and no way to come back. We clarified him as a Golem. Attempts to locate the leader of E.U.L.B. after that only ended in failure. It was as if they were an organization of underlings, all working in unison. After this I had fought Cobalt, an android in rhode Island, and Cyan, a cyborg in California.

Both were easy enough to kill, with Cobalt giving me some trouble as his speed was better than mine. My guns were heavily damaged after the fight, as the android realized that was all I had that stood a chance against him. I shot him dead, but he broke my toys pretty quick. Back at headquarters Vaides fixed them up.

Then I went and took down Cyan. Cyan was a bit more human. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but revealed to me that none of them had any choice in the matter. So be believed. I have to confess, though I reported that I neutralized Cyan, he killed himself with a plasma charge to the head.

After this zombies began appearing on the east coast, so off I went again with no rest. Azure, the evil scientist, returned as an undead and with a horde of one-thousand zombies within a base in Virginia. I headed there with H and we swept the place clean, eventually coming to find Azure in the head office.

Somehow he had infected himself with his own reanimation serum, returning from the dead, but appearing more zombified. After a short firefight, H set the base ablaze and I threw Azure to the flames below, assuring he wouldn’t come back a third time as his entire body went up in smoke. He died laughing, screaming about how the syndicate had already achieved what it had set out to do.

The next day bombs were detonated in every major American city, killing countless people. The panic was untold. E.U.L.B. was on a path of utter destruction, looking to take everyone out with them. Our organization went into a lockdown after that. 2000 was a year of utter silence. Byzantine resurfaced, an old experiment of Azure’s, and was unleashing hell in Canada. 

Once again H and myself were deployed. This time H wasn’t so lucky. He received multiple gunshot wounds in the field, but ultimately we made it out, blowing up the E.U.L.B. base and finally taking the doppelgänger out. This came after he attempted to impersonate the US president and bomb Europe.

We chased him back to Canada after disabling the US missiles, not realizing that while we were ending Byzantine’s trail of terror, E.U.L.B. had agents across the seas looking to attack us! While H was put under care, I was sent to one of our cruisers, near Madagascar, to meet up with a team of mercenaries that were supposed to aid me in my newest mission.

When I got there I ran into Klein, a mortal man, and Majorelle, a dhampir. While fighting Klein I swiftly learned that he was somewhat like me, able to regenerate, but not immortal. While he escaped to Madagascar to ready another base for a US attack, I fought Majorelle. Unlike the others, but much like Byzantine, she was happy to kill, actually enjoying mass genocide and vowing to activate a chemical bomb that would activate in the heart of London if I couldn’t kill her in a span of five minutes.

Not wanting to waste time, I used the General to call in an airstrike on the skip, knowing I would survive. The device to set off the chemical bomb was destroyed as Majorelle was sucked beneath the boat and crushed by debris. I swam ashore and found my way to the base on Madagascar, where Klein was hiding.

When I finally got to him, Klein revealed that the bomb in London had gone off anyway, as Majorelle never had any plans to stop its detonation at all. Klein and I fought, pointlessly. In the end I had pinned him against melting steel and tore his heart out of his chest with all the force I had. he died reaching out for me, swearing he’d come back before turning to shattered nano-bites. 

It was at this point that a being made himself known to me. Eton, who said he was a demon that served the E.L.U.B. syndicate, congratulated me and told me that my efficiency at killing the members of their organization, however I was soon to meet an opponent that I could not take down, and that the deviation seen was nothing compared to what was coming.

Eton disappeared, almost securing my belief in the supernatural. I made my way back to the US, but along the way my helicopter was ambushed. On a airship, on route to America, I fought yet another one of the syndicate’s agents across the ocean. This fight was with a built, blonde man named Glaucous.

He told me he was Greek and was over three-hundred years old. Glaucous, after blocking every bullet I could unleash on him, halted our fight and turned my attention to a large screen that had been displayed atop the airship. On the screen was a man. Thinking back I can’t remember his face. Glaucous revealed himself as a true immortal, one unable to die by any means.

Then told me that on this day, quicker than at any other time in history, an entire nation would cease to exist. Upon the screen the strange man, who Glaucous called god, introduced himself as Phthalo, and with a snap of his fingers killed every person within the boarders of Russia. I didn’t believe it to be real at first.

In an instant all these lives ceased to be. All Phthalo had to do was think it, and it happened. The mysterious man then stepped through the screen, snapped his fingers and disintegrated Glaucous, who seemed jovial and accepting of his demise. Then the omnipotent being turned his eyes to me.

He placed his hand upon my forehead, telling me that I was now the only true immortal in the world. Like that, I could not die. Nothing in creation, short of Phthalo’s will, could kill me. After this the man teleported me back, before the General, who he then disintegrated with a snap of his fingers.

I was knocked out, and while I could do nothing Phthalo traveled our headquarters, killing everyone until only H and myself were left. After I had awoken, H was living out his last few moments in panic before he shot his own brains out, believing all hope was lost against the syndicate. When I resurfaced into the world, everyone was in dismay.

Phathalo sunk Asia into the sea, separated the continents and threw the world into the state of a global superstorm that wouldn’t stop. Finally, I was approached by Zaffre. He was meek, an experiment of Azure, and told me that the man who orchestrated the world’s destruction wished to see me. I killed Zaffre and when I did Phthalo teleported me to the man’s whereabouts, knowing I’d give them a hard time.

That was when I met the entity, a supercomputer within an unknown underground lab, known as the Cerulean Program. A failed US AI system, Cerulean went rogue and awaked with the intent to get revenge on those who created it, as it was a machine confined to computers and wires and just wanted to die after being activated.

The Cerulean, who requested that I call him Blue, told me of his secret history, being manufactured secretly by the world governments. Somehow scientists had found a way to link a consciousness, found in a place between the four dimensions of our world, and link it to our plane of existence. Since Blue’s core and program were linked to a system which was connected to multi-dimensional planes of the earth, he could not be destroyed.

Only contained. Blue felt that because he could not travel independently, he would kill the world and everyone in it out of jealousy. I shattered the monitor, but it did nothing. I cut all the wires, but still, nothing. It was then that I found the single chord that connected Blue to the computers of the world.

Blue begged me not to do it, but I severed that wire as well, trapping the living program within his shattered monitor. After this Phthalo appeared. He apologized to me, saying that, despite all the pain, this global test was more interesting than he had expected. And with a snap of his fingers Phthalo remade the world as it had been before the creation of Blue.

I was delivered to a world free of the carnage that had transpired, as Phthalo revealed that all that had happened he set into motion out of curiosity. I was speechless. Just like that it was like none of it happened, and I woke up at headquarters as usual. H, Gray, Jane, Vaides, all of them. Phthalo told me had grown weary of our world and was leaving to pursue less torment-orientated projects, as he swore Blue would never be created.

I last remember his saying he was going to Pluto for a while. After all that I kept drawing up blanks on what to say. This adventure was the scariest, most emotional thing I had ever experienced, and no one even remembers it. Yet, things are as they were before. I am immortal.