It was only many years later that I was to understand why I was chosen.

It was now 2017, and I still looked the same as I did when I woke in that strange room. The ability to change and accept change, was a vital part of being immortal. But I was no God, and that is very clear in the way I lived my life.

One of the sayings nowadays, I believe, is 'livin' wild', and that's exactly what I'm doing. Fantastic invention, these guns. Amazing the things you can get with these.

Over my many years, I have met several immortals in a similar position to mine. Confused without a purpose. Wandering without end, a journey through time.

Now I lived in New York, my home for many years. I live in an apartment in Queens, working in a small corner store to pay rent. I lived a secluded life, not wanting to be experimented on for my longevity. Immortality is very similar to Deadpool in the movies. Which makes me a very good assassin.

They called me Night, the assassin for hire. I do a quite a good job too, with all my years of practice.

But then I met a girl. Another immortal, one with light in her heart. I fell in love. What else am I supposed to do? She was beautiful and carefree, my exact opposite.

And here I sat, across the table from her, with IT's voice echoing through my mind.

"Survival is not life, survival is another chance to get it right."