[ WP ] You are an immortal who stopped aging at 25 and have been alive for over 1000 years . On the day you turned 25 you received a prophecy that you would kill another immortal or they would kill you . You find the other immortal , who has only lived for 50 years in the year 2017 .

Ezekiel stamped out his cigarette on the train platform, and gave a less than cautious look down both tracks. He never got the hang of trains. A horse he could tame and understand, but even after 1000 years a high speed metal death trap was indecipherable to him. He checked his watch, looked over the schedule and sighed a breath that had been repeated too many times in his lifetime. How many minutes, how many years has he spent waiting. Waiting for cars and trains. Waiting for wars to start and end. Waiting for his loved ones to succumb to the ravages of age while he had to watch them through blank, unaging eyes. 
 
 “ A lifetime of loss, and you'd think I'd be used to it at this point ” he thought to himself. “ A lifetime… ” he closed his eyes and wondered where it went. In the past, Ezekiel had been many things. Recently, he has taken up clockwork, repairing old watches and other timekeeping pieces. To an immortal, time is the only consistent friend. Further back he had been a war criminal, a war hero, farmer, king, jester, lover, fighter, hermit, until he thought back to his first role - a naive 20 somewhat with ambition too big for his body who heard of a ritual for eternal life. 
 
 “ Eternity ” Ezekiel thought to himself. The world rolls effortlessly off his lips now, but back then it seemed to have a weight to it that no human should have to bear. He lit another cigarette, and tried to picture the shaman ’ s face. 1000 years might have dulled his memories of others, but he will never forget the bloodshot look of a man desperate to die. 
 
 He drew his mind back to a small hut on the outskirts of his village, adorned with symbols and glyphs of ages past, and skulls and skins of animals that had no right being there. For as long as Ezekiel ’ s Village could remember, the hut had stood there, neither war nor weather could move its bloodied leather exterior. Ezekiel had rode past it many times in his youth, but in the start of his 25th birthday, with no fear or questions, he felt drawn to the hut. 
 
 “ Eternal life is in your hands, young blood, and all you need to do is reach out ” the shaman latched his bony fingers onto a younger, yet identical Ezekiel ’ s wrists, and put them around his throat “ and take it ”. The shaman threw his hands in the air and began laughing. Ezekiel, even at that age, remained unmoved. “ But be warned young blood. Once immortal, it is kill or be killed. An immortal ’ s life is paid in blood. ” and with unnatural speed, he brought his hands down on Ezekiel ’ s neck and squeezed. “ if you want your eternity, take it from me Young blood! ” Ezekiel tried to break free, but the shaman had a strength unnatural to his body. “ How much is the cost of your life, Young blood? What price will you pay? ” The shaman yelled into his face. “ Make your choice, now or forever! ” 
 
 In an instant, Ezekiel felt his hands push together on the old man ’ s neck. They sat there, arms locked around arms, thrashing on the floor of the hut, until only Ezekiel was moving. He released his grip, and the shaman smiled. “ Young blood, the burden is yours ” he grabbed Ezekiel and pulled him in “ but be warned. Just like I before you, soon someone will take your place. Every 1000 years, kill or be killed. Kill ” the shaman choked on his own breath “ or be killed ”. And with that, the shaman was gone. 
 
 Ezekiel ’ s thoughts were brought back to the present with the rush of the train. As he stared at his reflection in the windows, he saw the same bloodshot look in his own eyes. The same look he's been seeing for 1000 years. He wandered the train cars until he found a near empty one, save for a young man not more than 25, but with the demeanor of something much wiser. He sat opposite of him, and they silently gazed at each other for an eternity. Ezekiel broke the silence at the last stop. 
 
 “ Eternal life is in your hands Youngblood, all you need to do is reach out and take it ” 
 
 
 ( ( this is my first time posting, I am open and welcome to any criticism ) )
