[ 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 .

`` Sir, the genetic test confirms it. Her telomeres are similar to yours.'' Mike said matter- of factly. He quietly waited for further instructions on the end of the line as I drew in a sharp breath. I was coming out of my Hist 242 class when he called you see and although I had been expecting the call, the results still took me by surprise. 
 I muttered a quick thank you and hang up the phone. Michael was used to my lack of pleasantries, he would go on with his other duties until I had need for him. 
 
 As I walked back to my dorm room amid the chatter on Yale's cross campus I thought about what my next steps should be. I thought back to all the things I'd seen in my life and smiled because I had long ago made up my mind that nothing could shock me anymore. Yet here I was my heart racing as I walked briskly back to Ezra Stiles college, unable to stop my mind from wandering. 
 
 It was my junior year at Yale, to everyone here I was Liam Freeman; a quiet Electrical Engineering major from London. I had learned long ago it was always best to take the identity of an international student at Universities in America. As a black man in this country, people tend to get curious about you during orientation. At least they did back in 1938 when I first arrived in the country and went to college for the first time at Morehouse. It's harder than most people think to fit in as an adult into a new place with a false identity. Despite having finely detailed records and fake historical data, it was the little things that could bring the whole ruse up. 
 
 For instance, back then I pretended to be from New Orleans, despite never having been to the country before. When one person cracked a joke about playing jazz for the Axeman and I did n't get it, he grew suspicious. I ended up having to leave before graduation after Michael's grandfather managed to get me the necessary documents to start again somewhere in Paris. It's funny how things work out is n't it? All that planning for me to go to college and because of one slip up I spent the next decade as a janitor in the 14 arrondissement 
 
 I entered my room with a scowl on my face and slammed the door. `` Fuck's up with you?,'' Paul asked. I had just woken him up from his mid afternoon nap. I grumbled something about not feeling well, threw my bag on the floor and jumped into bed. I then pretended to be asleep till he got dressed and left. Paul always started his day around 4pm and never returned till midnight or later, usually either high or drunk. I would need to apologize for that later. Rudeness like the door slamming is out of character for me. But thinking about Paris had brought up some old wounds, especially given everything that would have to happen now. It was in Paris that I realized how much I despised western society. I had spent 10 years there seeing the worst of human society in WWII. The worst part is there was nothing I could do directly to help people. I was just Pierre the janitor in Paris, the mute black cleaner who was practically invisible to everyone. I remember the night in'41 when the soldiers beat the crap out of me because they were bored and I had to spend the next 10 months in crutches. If it was n't for Jerome, Michael's grandfather, sending people to take care of me. I could have died. 
 
 You see though I was immortal, and had been since 948 AD. I could still be injured and killed like a normal man by physical force. Though I was immune to most diseases, a knife or a bullet could end my life just as easily as it could end yours. I did n't know that in the beginning. Back when I found out from the shamaan in my village that I was different from other people. Though that first century is pretty hazy, I still remember running to the river and bathing naked screaming about how I was a god. The women gathering water thought I was mad and alerted my father, the chief. I think that night was the first time I dared to look him in the eye. I was so sure that the prophesy meant I was invincible. So foolish I was... so young. 
 
 I'm lying in my bed, eyes closed. It's probably about 4:30pm. I've been still for half an hour thinking about that time and what I should do about this girl. I open my eyes and make a decision. I go online and google images of her. Now that I think about it... it's kind of funny that after all these centuries trying to find other immortals that my company would flag *her* of all people. Michael was the current 
 C.E.O of Ghis Limited, which allowed him to minimize the number of people who were aware of the red alert when it occurred approximately 7 hours ago. Right now, only he and I as well as the actual lab assistant who tested her blood knew of the results. Of the three of us only Michael and I knew what the results actually meant. 
 `` Thank God for the safeguards.'' I whispered as I scrolled through photos of her from some red carpet event she attended last month. 
 
 Ghis Limited of course had many safeguards in preparation for this day. The CEO who would always be a direct descendant of mine, would be informed of the truth when they received the position. No one else would know The instructions would always be the same. On the day whoever became CEO, they would receive a package explaining the full extent of the company holdings, and the real history of its founder, me. They would realize how large and powerful GL really was. How it secretly had shares in all 500 of the most powerful companies in the world. How it had helped shape the trajectory of 2 developing nations and how it was actually worth more than 300 billion dollars. Of course under several hundred layers of bureaucracy and red tape. They would also find out how they're distant ancestor, something their father's and grandfather's would have hinted at all their lives, was an immortal. Then they would receive a number, and we would have a conversation. 
 
 It was always awkward that first conversation. Michael was only 22 when he became CEO after his parents died in a car accident, way younger than his predecessors, so it was harder on him when I told him the whole reason I created the company, his family's sole purpose for being, to find *her* To have eyes and ears all around the globe for almost 400 years, all in preparation to find the person who would either kill me or end by my hand. Talk about family drama. I sometimes wish I could feel sorry for him, and all the people who came before him, pawns really. Loyal yes, but ultimately expendable for a larger goal. It may sound cold but when you've been around as long as me, that tends to happen. 
 
 
 I shut down my computer and send a quick text to Michael's secure phone. `` Number.'' is all it says. He's gotten used to anticipating my needs after 51 years so he'll know what I mean. I already know that the woman does n't know she's immortal. That much is clear, she would n't have given her blood in a charity drive if she had. She's almost 50 now so she must be starting to notice the lack of aging but given she's an actress, she may have assumed it was due to the thousands she spends on cosmetics. I'm going to have to get to her quickly. As a public figure, eliminating her is going to be complicated, so perhaps a more subtle approach. My phone pings with a text from Michael, he sent me her private line. Smart lad that Michael, 73 years old and he's still sharp as a tack. Anyway time for me to call her. I'm not sure what to say actually. What do you say to the person you've been waiting for for centuries? I chuckle to myself as I dial the phone. This should be interesting. I put it to my ear and hear it ring twice. 
 
 A woman says hello. She seems surprised. No one she does n't recognize usually has her number. If she only knew how easy it was for my people to acquire it. I smile at the thought. 
 
 
 
 
 I take a deep breath,'' Hello? Halle Berry? You do n't know me. My name is Liam and we need to talk.'' 

