The Eighth Day

The Eighth Day

Tonight, the world ends. Billions will die, and I am the cause of it all. To know why, you have to go back to another time, when I was just a boy.<br /><br />I remember my family, hanging helplessly from the eaves of the porch. And I remember the Preacher, slipping the noose around my neck. He was searching for a woman; the last of her kind. He’d been hunting her for longer than he could remember, and her death would end a war that had raged for thousands of years.<br /><br />It was supposed to be the final battle but she was clever and unpredictable, and eluded him again. Instead of her, he found me, and I made it a whole new war.<br /><br /><i>My name is Gabriel Armstrong, and I am immortal.</i>