Post by I wuv M4( Satar Jaèoèdoæ) on May 22, 2009 14:37:22 GMT -5
Alii was strapped to the table. She was an isnarii, a race with transparent skin. But one thing made her different from all other isnariis was the fact her heart was green, not blue. The other isnariis shunned her for that, but she didn't care. It made her special and she loved that.
But it was all going to change. Recently heart transplants were perfected and now she was going to be given a new heart. To her that would be a fate worse then death. It would destroy what made her her. She stared at the priest and his golden knife and at the donor. She took a deep breath. Maybe she would still be special even after the operation. Maybe she would still be the same.
Then the mask went over her face and the anesthesia was released. Suddenly she was filled with the purest most concentrated fear. What if she dies or is doesn't die but is still ultimately destroyed in the soul. She held her breath and struggled with the bonds but at last she had to breath. As she went unconscious her last thought was "why.....".
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