Aristotle stepped out of the darkness as if she were born from it. Her dark cloak disappeared, as it was a creation of said darkness. Small tendrils still clung to her, soft and whispering but prickly all the same. She conquered the fear of the darkness long ago, so the prickly, sick feeling didn't remain as long as it used to.
The world in which she stepped into was unfamiliar but it had a homely call to it, like a grandmother's cooking on the Eve, however in this world, the only thing missing was the aformentioned cookies for Santa. Stepping carefully in bare cladded feet, Ari stepped next to the river that was quietly flowing. The moon was shining, giving everything a very eery white glow.
Aristotle sighed. Why was it that she could remember every single thing that happened in her life? They happened years ago, but yet at the same time it seemed like it was yesterday. She remembers being part of the Federal Bureau of Invesitgation, being someone sent out on missions for any possible leads on terrorism in America; she remembers being an assassin in China, being a black hat hacker and causing the possability of an outcome, being the sole creator of a "Fire Sale". A lot of it was bad, and she regretted a lot of it. But then again, a lot of it was good. She remembers being a doctor in one of her "lives", helping find the cure for AIDS and breast cancer, but of course none of it was established. She remembers being the co-founder of the mental problem known as "depression" and "bipolarity" and helping people with schizophrenia and those that had hallucinations. Aristotle remember beings alive farther back, like being a student of Aristotle himself, who in turn was a student of Plato, who HIMSELF was a student of Socrates; however, Ari made sure that her existance was wiped. Anything that could be traced back to her was forcibly removed. Aristotle already figured what she was and gave him everything he knew, which in turn was information from Plato and Socrates. Ari carries a part of them within herself - their wisdom, their findings.
But all in all, none of it gave Ari the feeling of being whole again. Maybe it was because she was immortal and could never settle down with anyone. Maybe it was because she saw too mch, knew too much, felt too old to be the looks of a 17 year old. Whatever the case was, she missed living like she used to: a carefree, mischief making, arrogant little brat. But sadly, she mellowed out way too much, however there was still a spark left in her and Ari was more than willing to let it loose. Hopefully someone would come along...and help her break free of the bonds of being mature.
