Post by Galuwen on Oct 29, 2015 21:38:22 GMT -5
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Stacey Queen opened the steel door of her office in the basement of the facility. She clicked on the light for another day at work with one hand. As the other held a travel mug. She hated coffee. But she had enough sugar, chocolette, and cream in it that she was pretty sure it was no longer by defantion a coffee. It was one of the frew percks she was aloud to have. Her red hair was pulled up in a high pony tail. She wore a white lab coat with dark blue scrubs underneath. She did not have a choice as to her clothes. It was the only thing they would give her. At this point clothes were the lest of her problems.
She was once a top medical student. Your normal college girl. Until she met a man at a bar one night. A few drinks later and she got bold. She showed the man her gift. That she was more then human. It was the biggest mistake of her life. That man was Joe, but he goes by head Master now. He took her to the felicity. She was one of his first victims. She was tourchured and raped daily. She had two mischarges in this hell. Then it all changed. The Head Master found out she had a talent for getting rid of bodies. No one would ever find them, not even the police. Stacey made a deal with the devil. She would take care of all the bodies at this hell whole place, in exchange for leaving her alone. No more treatments or trails. It took some time for Joe to trust her in doing her job. Some much so that he took the security cameras out.
The job was tourchure enough as she saw the faces of the dead pass by on her table. The kids were the worst. She almost had to be numb to it all. The head master gave her the name reaper. She hated it, but it soon spread. And her office was called the morgue, which it was. Anyone who dies in the felicity comes to her office. She only lets one other person into her office and that was Smokey. He was her muscle. Lifting and moving bodies were she could not. And her only friend she had. But with all the percks she had, she was still only a little above the ones the Head Master thourcerd just above her head. She never went up there. If she saw them alive before they came to her head, it would be much harder.
As soon as she clicked on the light she saw the familiar shape of a body under a white sheet on a metal table. "Who now." She sighed. Pulling the sheet off she was shocked. He looked different then the normal ones she would get in here. There was something about him, from the tattoos to just the way he look. With every body she got a sheet of paper with their name. And a yellow envelope with any person effects the person had on them when they arrived here.
"Well Mr Wentz." She said as she sat the envelope on the counter. She started to examine the body. He wore standard issue clothes. Something she could tell just by looking at him was that he hated the clothes. Light blue cloth scrubs bottoms and a white tee. But it was the bullet hole that caught her eye. Stacey took a pair of scissors from a metal tray and slowly cut down his shirt. She could see the bullet hit his heart. At lest he was killed instantly instead of suffering. Something the Head Master was not known for. So who killed him? She looked at it from all angels before carefully removing the bullet. "Well Pete," She said. "There you go. Now what to do with you."
Stacey had the power to pull static from the air and Chanel it to her finger tips, like little electric bolts. She got the idea to start using her gift to try and bring these people back from the dead. She never wanted to play God. But in her mind it was the only way she could help. But it always failed. Every time she would try in the back of her mind she excepted to fail. She had no clue what she was doing. And this time was no exption. Yet the more Stacey looked at Pete's wound the more she wondered. Could she do this? She sat beside him and looked down at him. "Well Pete am going to try and being you back. But you have to want this." She always believed that the soul had to want to come back. Stacey quickly went to work cutting open Pete's chest. She used a scalpel to cut the muscles to get to his heart. "I don't think this is the way for a girl to get to your heart." As she was doing this she thought, holly crap am doing open heart surgery.
After an hour had passed she found the hole in his heat where the bullet was. She quickly took off her rubber glove and began pulling static electricity into her. Like a welder, she fused the tore together using her index finger. Sparks and blood flew in the air as she focused. Once it was together she check the rest of the heart then started the long process of stitching him up. Four hours later Stacey sat back and looked at the fresh stitches that traveled down Pete's chest. The easy part was over. Now she had to find away to get his heart started again. She hooked him up to a heart monitor that she had gotten from the labs upstairs. Well stole from the labs. Stacey placed both of her hands on his chest. Her hands glowed white as she poured all the power she had into him. His body jumped but still nothing on the monitor. "Come on Pete!" She screamed as she tried again. Her doubt was starting to get to her. You can not bring someone back from the dead.
After two hours of trying she fell into the chair that was at the counter. She was exhausted and covered in his blood. She said a small prayer for him as she did with all the bodies that came through her office. She reached for travel mug of coffee when her hand brush against the yellow envelope. Stacey was curious as to who he was, dumping the contents in front of her. It was only a cell phone and wallet. She thumbed through the wallet until she found a picture of Pete holding a little girl. The smile on his face made her smile. It was the first time she had smiled since coming here. Stacey flipped it over to read, Uncle Pete and Lava girl.
It was the fire she was hoping for. She jumped off the chair. "Come on Pete am not giving up on you." White light glowed from her finger tips as she pushed on his chest again. Just as she was about to do it again she whispered in his ear, "Lava girl needs you." Power surged from her hands into Pete's chest. Suddenly a loud beep filled the small room. It caused Stacey to jump. It was the heart monitor. It was a faint heart beep. But it was a beep.
"That is it Pete!" She yelled. "Fight it. Lava girl needs you to be alive. Come on Pete!" She grabbed a needle that was filled with adrenaline and gribed it into his chest. His heart rate started to rise. "Pete!" Stacey danced around the room. She did not care if she looked like a dork. She grabbed another needle and repeated the process. His heart was steady now. Stacey smiled as she removed the needle. She had done all she could. Now it was up to him. She looked down at his face. She still had this feeling that he was different. That somehow saving him was her ticket out of there. She touched the side of his cheek slowly.
The last thing Pete heard was his best friend yell his name, "Pete,Peter." Then the male voice of Patrick morphed into the female voice of Stacey. He tried to move but pain run through his body. His chest felt like it was on fire. Pete opened his eyes slowly. Only to see a blurred image. But he heard that female voice again.
"Don't move. You have been dead for a day. Your too week to move." Stacey looked at him grinning ear to ear. She looked like the cheshire cat. "Pete you did it. Your back."
His weak mind tried to put the pieces of what had happened back together. He remembered tears and fears. A gun shot. And then it hit him like he had been slipped in the back of the head, Patrick. Patrick had pulled the trigger and killed him. Then he remembered seeing Patrick's face when he pulled the trigger. And that woman, Laura. She held a gun to Patrick's head and made him do it. She made him kill his best friend. So why was Pete still alive? Or was he?
He did not know where he was. When his vision cleared he saw a women looking down at him. He tried to talk. He wanted to say, If this was heaven it is not so bad. The women was nice to look at. And her smile seemed to light up her face. But all he could get out was, "Angel?"
"No your not dead. Well you was for a day, until I brought you back." Stacey tried to hide the fact that she was blushing. She grabbed a cup of ice from her small fridge. "But your still in hell. Don't try and talk." Stacey picked up an ice cube and run it along his lips, letting the meted water slide down his throat. "You need to get rehydrate first." The ice felt so good on his dry throat and lips. The simplest of things can feel like paradise to someone who has lived in choas.
"My name is Stacey. I'll look after you till your well enough. Your body is still in shock. But we have to hide you. If the Head Master finds you. He thinks your dead lets keep it that way."
Anger rose within Pete at the mention of the Head Master. Memories assaulted him. He could still hear Ember screaming in pain. Patrick's face covered in tears. All at the hands of there once best friend. How could he do this to them. He had to get back upstirs. Every secound he was down their his friends still were suffering upstairs. He wanted to take Ember in his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright, Uncole Pete is here. As his eyes flashed anger and hate. His clear voice rang in Stacey's ears. It made her jump. "Am going to tear him apart and get my family out of here."
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Stacey Queen opened the steel door of her office in the basement of the facility. She clicked on the light for another day at work with one hand. As the other held a travel mug. She hated coffee. But she had enough sugar, chocolette, and cream in it that she was pretty sure it was no longer by defantion a coffee. It was one of the frew percks she was aloud to have. Her red hair was pulled up in a high pony tail. She wore a white lab coat with dark blue scrubs underneath. She did not have a choice as to her clothes. It was the only thing they would give her. At this point clothes were the lest of her problems.
She was once a top medical student. Your normal college girl. Until she met a man at a bar one night. A few drinks later and she got bold. She showed the man her gift. That she was more then human. It was the biggest mistake of her life. That man was Joe, but he goes by head Master now. He took her to the felicity. She was one of his first victims. She was tourchured and raped daily. She had two mischarges in this hell. Then it all changed. The Head Master found out she had a talent for getting rid of bodies. No one would ever find them, not even the police. Stacey made a deal with the devil. She would take care of all the bodies at this hell whole place, in exchange for leaving her alone. No more treatments or trails. It took some time for Joe to trust her in doing her job. Some much so that he took the security cameras out.
The job was tourchure enough as she saw the faces of the dead pass by on her table. The kids were the worst. She almost had to be numb to it all. The head master gave her the name reaper. She hated it, but it soon spread. And her office was called the morgue, which it was. Anyone who dies in the felicity comes to her office. She only lets one other person into her office and that was Smokey. He was her muscle. Lifting and moving bodies were she could not. And her only friend she had. But with all the percks she had, she was still only a little above the ones the Head Master thourcerd just above her head. She never went up there. If she saw them alive before they came to her head, it would be much harder.
As soon as she clicked on the light she saw the familiar shape of a body under a white sheet on a metal table. "Who now." She sighed. Pulling the sheet off she was shocked. He looked different then the normal ones she would get in here. There was something about him, from the tattoos to just the way he look. With every body she got a sheet of paper with their name. And a yellow envelope with any person effects the person had on them when they arrived here.
"Well Mr Wentz." She said as she sat the envelope on the counter. She started to examine the body. He wore standard issue clothes. Something she could tell just by looking at him was that he hated the clothes. Light blue cloth scrubs bottoms and a white tee. But it was the bullet hole that caught her eye. Stacey took a pair of scissors from a metal tray and slowly cut down his shirt. She could see the bullet hit his heart. At lest he was killed instantly instead of suffering. Something the Head Master was not known for. So who killed him? She looked at it from all angels before carefully removing the bullet. "Well Pete," She said. "There you go. Now what to do with you."
Stacey had the power to pull static from the air and Chanel it to her finger tips, like little electric bolts. She got the idea to start using her gift to try and bring these people back from the dead. She never wanted to play God. But in her mind it was the only way she could help. But it always failed. Every time she would try in the back of her mind she excepted to fail. She had no clue what she was doing. And this time was no exption. Yet the more Stacey looked at Pete's wound the more she wondered. Could she do this? She sat beside him and looked down at him. "Well Pete am going to try and being you back. But you have to want this." She always believed that the soul had to want to come back. Stacey quickly went to work cutting open Pete's chest. She used a scalpel to cut the muscles to get to his heart. "I don't think this is the way for a girl to get to your heart." As she was doing this she thought, holly crap am doing open heart surgery.
After an hour had passed she found the hole in his heat where the bullet was. She quickly took off her rubber glove and began pulling static electricity into her. Like a welder, she fused the tore together using her index finger. Sparks and blood flew in the air as she focused. Once it was together she check the rest of the heart then started the long process of stitching him up. Four hours later Stacey sat back and looked at the fresh stitches that traveled down Pete's chest. The easy part was over. Now she had to find away to get his heart started again. She hooked him up to a heart monitor that she had gotten from the labs upstairs. Well stole from the labs. Stacey placed both of her hands on his chest. Her hands glowed white as she poured all the power she had into him. His body jumped but still nothing on the monitor. "Come on Pete!" She screamed as she tried again. Her doubt was starting to get to her. You can not bring someone back from the dead.
After two hours of trying she fell into the chair that was at the counter. She was exhausted and covered in his blood. She said a small prayer for him as she did with all the bodies that came through her office. She reached for travel mug of coffee when her hand brush against the yellow envelope. Stacey was curious as to who he was, dumping the contents in front of her. It was only a cell phone and wallet. She thumbed through the wallet until she found a picture of Pete holding a little girl. The smile on his face made her smile. It was the first time she had smiled since coming here. Stacey flipped it over to read, Uncle Pete and Lava girl.
It was the fire she was hoping for. She jumped off the chair. "Come on Pete am not giving up on you." White light glowed from her finger tips as she pushed on his chest again. Just as she was about to do it again she whispered in his ear, "Lava girl needs you." Power surged from her hands into Pete's chest. Suddenly a loud beep filled the small room. It caused Stacey to jump. It was the heart monitor. It was a faint heart beep. But it was a beep.
"That is it Pete!" She yelled. "Fight it. Lava girl needs you to be alive. Come on Pete!" She grabbed a needle that was filled with adrenaline and gribed it into his chest. His heart rate started to rise. "Pete!" Stacey danced around the room. She did not care if she looked like a dork. She grabbed another needle and repeated the process. His heart was steady now. Stacey smiled as she removed the needle. She had done all she could. Now it was up to him. She looked down at his face. She still had this feeling that he was different. That somehow saving him was her ticket out of there. She touched the side of his cheek slowly.
The last thing Pete heard was his best friend yell his name, "Pete,Peter." Then the male voice of Patrick morphed into the female voice of Stacey. He tried to move but pain run through his body. His chest felt like it was on fire. Pete opened his eyes slowly. Only to see a blurred image. But he heard that female voice again.
"Don't move. You have been dead for a day. Your too week to move." Stacey looked at him grinning ear to ear. She looked like the cheshire cat. "Pete you did it. Your back."
His weak mind tried to put the pieces of what had happened back together. He remembered tears and fears. A gun shot. And then it hit him like he had been slipped in the back of the head, Patrick. Patrick had pulled the trigger and killed him. Then he remembered seeing Patrick's face when he pulled the trigger. And that woman, Laura. She held a gun to Patrick's head and made him do it. She made him kill his best friend. So why was Pete still alive? Or was he?
He did not know where he was. When his vision cleared he saw a women looking down at him. He tried to talk. He wanted to say, If this was heaven it is not so bad. The women was nice to look at. And her smile seemed to light up her face. But all he could get out was, "Angel?"
"No your not dead. Well you was for a day, until I brought you back." Stacey tried to hide the fact that she was blushing. She grabbed a cup of ice from her small fridge. "But your still in hell. Don't try and talk." Stacey picked up an ice cube and run it along his lips, letting the meted water slide down his throat. "You need to get rehydrate first." The ice felt so good on his dry throat and lips. The simplest of things can feel like paradise to someone who has lived in choas.
"My name is Stacey. I'll look after you till your well enough. Your body is still in shock. But we have to hide you. If the Head Master finds you. He thinks your dead lets keep it that way."
Anger rose within Pete at the mention of the Head Master. Memories assaulted him. He could still hear Ember screaming in pain. Patrick's face covered in tears. All at the hands of there once best friend. How could he do this to them. He had to get back upstirs. Every secound he was down their his friends still were suffering upstairs. He wanted to take Ember in his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright, Uncole Pete is here. As his eyes flashed anger and hate. His clear voice rang in Stacey's ears. It made her jump. "Am going to tear him apart and get my family out of here."
