Immortal Space Chapter Two; Some Explanations

Trent noticed that Jeff had stopped, and so he stopped himself.

“B-b-but-” Jeff stammered. He had been taken completely by surprise by what Trent had said. He realised that Trent had been quite right once he heard it. There was no other way that Trent could have survived all of that and come out in one piece. It was still taking time for his mind to process it all. Near impossible things always did. Especially the stuff that was supposed to be impossible.

“Not this again”, Trent interrupted, “spit it out kid”.

“But everyone dies.” Jeff said, “Don't they?” he added after a few seconds silence.

Trent shrugged and walked on.

“Guess not everyone does. You saw how I was, you know nothing could survive that, believe what you want to believe.” Jeff caught up with him and stood in front of him to stop him.

“No way, no way can you not die. There's no such thing as someone that can't die.” Jeff said. He was still a little adamant in his beliefs despite the evidence that was in front of him.

“Yes there is” Trent said before pushing past him. “I'm living proof. I probably always will be too”. Jeff caught up with him again.

“Prove it”, Jeff said. He pulled out the scalpel he had earlier, having kept it in his pocket.

Trent stopped, took the scalpel from Jeff's hand, and plunged it into his chest where his heart was. After a few seconds of not dying despite having a scalpel in his chest, Trent pulled it out, and gave the blood covered instrument back to Jeff. Jeff stood, once again, dumbstruck. He was able to snap out of his thoughts and once again catch up to Trent, who had continued walking again.

“So, you really can't die?” Jeff asked.

Trent sighed and said “Yes, I really can't die. You know that scalpel isn't fake, and you saw how far I put it in.”

“What about if someone cut a piece of you off?” Jeff asked, curiosity taking over.

“There was one time I lost a finger actually. I went to bed and when I woke up, it was back.” Trent teased sarcastically.

“Seriously?” Jeff asked with a serious expression on his face. Trent once again took the scalpel, and this time cut off the tip of the little finger off of his right hand. After a brief moment of screaming in pain and an extended moment of cursing he handed the scalpel back and put the finger in his pocket.

“I suppose we'll find out won't we?” He said, winking at Jeff.

“Wait, you have no idea what will happen? Why did you do it?” Jeff asked. He was surprised Trent would do something like that without knowing what would happen. Trent held up his hand and looked at where part of his finger had just been.

“Well, you can always learn something new, even at my age.” Trent said, examining his finger.

“Just how old are you anyway?” Jeff asked. This time Trent was the one to stop. He thought about it before answering. He'd never really thought about his age. Time just passed for him without him taking the effort of noting just when it was. He would also spend a large amount of time in space. There was technology to keep track of the time and date, he just never used it.

“I actually don't really know,” was Trent’s eventual reply. “When you live as long as I have, the days just meld together you know? You lose track of these things. I'm not even sure what year it is.” Jeff, however, didn't know what it was like to be so old that the passage of time meant nothing. He chose not to point that out. What he did point out though is that they were coming up on the Janitor's closet, and with that, the lost and found box. With that, hopefully, some clothes for Trent. He also knew what year it was.

“By the way,” Jeff said to Trent as he looked through the box to find some clothes, “it's 2520, that's what year it is.”

“Really?” Replied Trent, picking out a pair of trousers, a black shirt, and a pair of boots. I guess that makes me about five hundred and twenty two years old. Give or take. These clothes will do for now too thanks.” He pushed Jeff out of the closet and shut the door before getting changed. Leaving Jeff, once again, dumbstruck.

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Sorry this is kinda later than I usually post this stuff.