[ WP ] As an immortal , you strive to do something new each day . Today that thing is murder !

There are only a few things able to scare someone immortal. Do understand that when I say immortal, I mean immortal, not amortal. The latter simply does n't age, but can die. I'm immortal. I'm immune to death. Chop my head off, set me on fire, give me cement shoes ( that one was particularly bad, do you even know how hard it is to break cement underwater? ). I still feel pain, or something similar, but I always heal. 
 
 Well, either way, if you are unable to die, your perspective becomes completely warped comparing to a regular person. For one, money loses meaning, there's no need to buy things. Also, it somewhat accumulates. Given enough time, even a penny can become a fortune. There are a couple of other things, as well. You start not to care for people, or at least look at them in the same way one would look to their pet. They're funny, it's enjoyable to be around, but regarless, you are sure that they will be gone before you. Even fear loses its meaning, as there are no consequences that wo n't go away. 
 
 With all those deviations, there are only two things that scare an immortal. First is boredom. That's why I always do something new everyday. The other thing is being caught. You see, humans are easily scared, if they do n't understand something they try and kill it. I've seen it happen millions of times. So, although it does mean that I wo n't find any other immortal, I ca n't afford to be found out, or I might get turned into a guinea pig. 
 
 Why all that monologue, you ask? Well, today I'll be taking a high risk. I'll try murdering someone. I've taken part in some wars, so it would not be my first kill, but it is quite different, as there was never any chance of being imprisioned. In this case, if I'm to be sent to jail for a number of years, people will notice that I do not age, and that means being exposed. 
 
 Even with this much risk, I decide to try it. I've been stalking a girl that goes to the same coffee shop as I do every morning for a while, and I've discovered where she lives. Ok, I know you are thinking that I am crazy, but see, I had to choose someone, and ( being quite honest ) after years with little to no company, you do tend to go a little crazy. Why else would I be thinking as if narrating to people in my head? 
 
 Well, my fickle sanity aside, it's quite different going to her building at night, and, although I know her appartment, there are no conveniently located fire-escape stairs that lead to her appartment. I try the oldest trick in the book: ringing random appartments pretending I'm a delivery guy until someone let's me in. It works like a charm. 
 
 Now, is just a matter of getting her to the door. I knock on it until I am able to hear footsteps. She opens the door, and before anything happens, I barge my way in, stabing her neck in the process. After four stabs, she is still standing, my hand covering her mouth. I take my hand off, and eyes wide open, I wait for something to happen. 
 
 `` That hurt, damn it!'' 
 
 I just stand there, trying to piece together what is happening. 
 
 `` Are n't you going to run? If you do n't, I'll be the one going stabitty-stabitty this time.'' 
 
 And so she does, skilfully taking the knife from my hand. 
 
 Now, both of us with bloody clothes, are just staring at each other. We both understand what is happening, but it is so surprising that we froze. It seems I got a lot more than what I've bargained for.
