Let's get one thing straight, I didn't kill her. Alright? I didn't even touch her. But that doesn't matter now does it? She's dead and my fingerprints were found scattered all over the scene of the crime. I shouldn't have been there. I know that now but I needed to get back what was mine. Sadly, they got to her first. Kyra… There was nothing I could do. I shouldn't have got her involved in the first place. I shouldn't have done a lot of things but there's no going back now. They're everywhere. They are the teachers, store clerks, police officers and working as Special Forces as well. That's why I'm wanted. They've known about me for some time now and now they have an excuse to put an end to me for good. I've been a thorn in their side for years and they've left me alone for the most part but the Black Diamond is not to be messed with.

What is the Black Diamond? Hell if I know. Kyra had been good to me. She hadn't asked questions. She didn't pry answers. She simply did as she was told and I know I'll never find someone who was as good with computers as she was. I think she had an idea of what this whole thing could be about. She just never chose to share her thoughts with me, not that I minded. I had my own hunches.

I hadn't expected things to get so…messy. I hadn't even known that they knew of Kyra. It made me wonder who else was in danger because of me. Kyra was the closest thing I've had to a friend. One of the few relationships I've actually managed to keep and even then I hardly ever saw her. I was a lonely life being on the run. Not that I care much. Humans developed attachments. I didn't. That brings us to the question, am I human? There was a time I believed I was. I had myself fooled you see. I should probably take this slow. From the beginning that is…

My name is Adam Knight or at least, that's the name I go by these days, and I'm immortal. I do not know why or how but all I know now is that I am. This does not mean I cannot die however. Every living thing can die. Every living thing must die as that is the way of life. But I've simply got better at the avoiding death part of my life. I'm no superman. In fact, I'm certain a severe hit to the head or heart would do me in for good but I've never tested the theory. At first I had looked upon this whole not dying matter as a curse. Others had, had me fooled that it was for some time. But I see now what a gift it really is.

My mind was buzzing when I first realized the truth. Actually there were still moments where I couldn't believe it myself and after 3000 years you'd think it'd give someone the time to adjust. Course, mind you, I look nowhere near to be 3000. Oddly enough, I've been in the body of a twenty year old for as long as I can remember now and haven't aged a bit, or so I'm told. I try to make a habit of running into the same people. People ask too many questions and questions often

lead to a number of dead bodies. You see what happened to Kyra and I had known her for less than 10 years. Maybe that's a long time for you lot but remember, weighing 10 against 3000? She was hardly a fraction of a my life and already I had lost her.

But her death wouldn't be in vain, I told myself bitterly as I ran. Time was against me, and as I looked up at the setting sun, I realized I wasn't getting any sleep tonight. Not if I wanted to get to Krya's before they did. That's right; I was going back to the scene of the crime. Probably not the best idea, as my face was most likely being broadcasted all over America, at this very moment. I wondered what other horrendous crimes I was being written up for. Kicking a puppy? Pushing old ladies? It didn't matter though. I had to search Kyra's bedroom before they decided to do another sweep through of the place. My only hope right now was that they hadn't already found what I believed they missed…

Who are 'they' you wonder? They belong to a certain Organization, kept a secret from the humans for their own good. I wouldn't be so surprised to hear our dear president has turned a blind eye to them but it goes a little something like this, you can't touch the Organization. You don't touch the Organization, because messing with these people is basically like digging your own grave, and I suppose that's what I've done. But if you think about it, technically I'm already dead, or undead, or maybe I was never truly alive. I try not to worry so much about the hows and whys as I have bigger things to worry about these days.

The second I step onto the ten million dollar estate I can tell something is off. It's too quiet. Some people may find silence to be reassuring. I am not one of those people. It seems that every step I take can be heard for a thousand miles but I have a feeling I am already expected. I do not know who awaits me but them coming here was their first mistake. Antagonizing me like this is their second because this is their chance, their clean shot. Yet they won't shoot? Won't attack till I'm inside the manor? Humans. Cocky and hot-headed creatures. Inside the manor was just like being outside; with nothing to greet me but the dead silence. I head up to Kyra's study, not wanting to look for the intruder and knowing that they'd come find me soon enough. I decide to also avoid her bedroom, not too sure if anyone cleaned up after the last time I'd been here, and not wanting to relive that horror again.

There had been blood everywhere. I guess that was what shocked me so. The Organization liked to keep things clean. They weren't messy. But this? It had been careless and so I understood that Kyra's death had been a message to me to back off. Funny how it did just the opposite, huh? Knowing the layout of this house like the back of my hand, I take out the laptop from the hidden compartment in the closet, and begin to boot it up. It doesn't take long for that but it does take

me some time to crack her password. Like I said before, Kyra was good with computers, but technology had never been my friend. It changed much far too fast for me to keep up with. Bending my back as far as the office chair would allow me, I sit right back up after hearing the satisfying crack of bones, and begin searching for any clues. But the sound of something falling to the floor has me whizzing around and firing three shots.

"Lucky cat…" I mutter to myself, picking up the little black thing that somehow managed to dodge my bullets. "You guys are supposed to bring humans bad luck." I commented and looked at the little guy who must have been Kyra's. But no sooner do I say this does it stop its purring and my ears pick up on the faint creak of the floor boards. This time I don't miss and hearing the soft groan followed by a thud tells me I didn't. If the little guy hadn't stopped all it's purring I just may have ended up painting Kyra's carpets with my blood. I had yet to decide whether he was brought me good or bad luck but my self-musing soon vanished, as the soft ping caught my attention. I don't want to open the file. The fact that it says 'read me' makes me wonder if Kyra had known she was going to die. It didn't make sense. If she knew all along then why not call me? Or take off? Unless she knew as much as I did and knew there was no running from the Organization.

Still, I could have helped. Maybe even prevented… Stop. Don't do this to yourself Adam. I sternly tell myself and clicked open the file without a second thought. I soon realize that Kyra was on to something. The Black Diamond… She had thought it was a person. Something I probably wouldn't have come up with in years but I suppose this idea was worth checking out. It kind of made me regret not asking for her opinion all those years but there was nothing that could change that. It was one of the hardest things I had learned about this life. There was no more turning back, only looking forward. I delete everything and then toss the laptop out the second story window for good measure. (You can never be too safe, you know). The damn cat followed me as I went and I almost pitied leaving the thing here on its own, but as if I could take it with me. I had just stepped onto the front porch when I thought I heard a soft ticking coming from beneath the steps. No… My eyes widened at the mere thought but they wouldn't. Would they?

I realized suddenly that they certainly would blow the place sky high if it meant being rid of me once and for all. I had a feeling that even I couldn't survive such an explosion, and I don't know what I was thinking, maybe because I wasn't thinking. I mean, who goes back inside a possibly rigged house, just to save a stupid cat? But that's exactly I did.