"She is failing, hurry, bring more blood—"
There was the sound of machines in the background, followed by the frantic speech of those trying to save the life in front of them.
Even if it is known that this woman ran to the hospital for the slightest issue and her husband is a man of vast power, but treated his wife more like a stranger, she, in the end, is still the legal and known wife to those in power!
The director and top surgeons, nurses, and everyone who could possibly save the oversized female lying on the operating table below tried their best.
She cannot die!
If she died, their lives and that of their family would be forfeited!
So, with the life energy at the disposal of the director, he filtered some into the female below to keep her alive.
"Apply more pressure!"
"Applying!"
"1, 2, 3—"
"Clear!"
"1, 2, 3—"
"Clear!"
The machine made a final drawn-out beep, signaling the loss of a life.
The director collapsed, his already pale face even becoming more so. His life was over; their lives were over. A boom was heard, following this sound as they heard a roar trailing to an anguished cry.
Those in the room, where blood filled the air and their hearts sped at a rapid pace, making all present slightly light-headed, but it was from fear.
Fear that they would die a death so horrible beyond which they could never recover.
One of the head doctors recovered and asked in a shaky tone.
"Time of death?"
"20:40, name Satrya Bennett, age 26…"
Disappointment etched in their covered faces as they reached for the sheet to cover her, but suddenly, there was a steady sound—a signal that the heart was beating.
They paused, shocked at what they heard, staring at the woman who had been thought dead, sitting up, face a bit confused.
No one knew what to really make of the female who sat up, for legally she had died. The machines had shown such things, and they had even confirmed it in several other ways. But now there she sat.
The director himself felt relief. Sighs echoed throughout the room as they thought with pure joy that she lives; their lives had been saved!
That man, her husband, who everyone thought did not love her, will spare them and perhaps give them benefits.
Some will never forget that day.
That day changed the entire world. That day they had opened a door and released something that will both save countless races and cause many to be forever lost.
*****
Satrya
It was hard to adjust to this body, but it was an actual body!
Ah, finally fresh air to inhale,
To be able to touch,
To feel,
Ah, smell and see!
Glee filled me immediately.
Fighting for years with my twin to enter into the actual world. Then the bitch had finally died, giving me an opportunity to be able to come out and play.
If I gave a shit, I'd have said it was sad as f**k. But it was like she just stopped living. Why give up after all of that fighting?
It was something I will never know now: I'm the new owner of this body now and, well... she expired, which for me was excellent, tch she could have upped and died sooner.
This pathetic sister of mine had three miscarriages, on top of that being married to a man who apparently no longer wanted her as a wife but refused to divorce her.
I shook my head at each memory that surfaced, after all the effort in the beginning only for him to change into the man he had become right now.
I felt like weeping for her, just like... for half a second. But then it went away, and I just shrugged to myself. A man can't give me life. This world had too many.
My sister, in truth, had been too pathetic to ask for freedom, and because of all her stress, her body looked like shit!
I looked at the mirror, my face was chubby, my hair was thin, my body was—
I shivered. I had no memory of my own, but that pure darkness and myself looking out from within... Now though I wasn't surrounded by darkness and cold, I didn't have to try to claw at the tiny light but never reach it.
No, now I was in this world—
Finally!
She was gone, expired—
The light, which suddenly I had reached after so damn long; had led me to her shit body. Now that I am here, now that I am free... I will grudgingly show some partial gratitude for her dying and me getting her body—shit, but still a body nonetheless. For now, I will live in her place.
The c**t, the body ah talk about eyesore... I growled low in my throat and stepped from the mirror.
The clothes I wore comprised a simple loose pale blue top, paired with matching pants; three-quarter in length, quite comfortable actually. Paired with blue socks, with ugly ass grey sneakers that had a soft sole, at least that was a plus there. I'll be dumping these sneakers and ordering a fresh pair after though. Ugly things should be tossed like trash!
The hair, f**k, what a disaster! I'll shave it off and let it regrow. Read up and learn how to treat the shit. Split ends? Thin hair? No way! I can't continue to keep this disgusting thing!
Nope, I need perfect hair and in order to have that type of hair; I need to first become a skinhead and allow it to grow from there.
I'd be a flinchable sight for a while but that's OK, wigs work too.
In the darkness, I had glimpses of others, even though I saw on the outside I had no sense of time or what I looked like. But why would I?
I had been in pain for so long, begging, pleading for freedom from that place.
What I knew though was that from seeing most of the people around, this was not the form I wanted.
The skin of the body was nice, actually; it had an earth tone color, a rich dark brown with slight golden highlights. The face was decent, and if you looked a little longer ignoring the double chin almost triple and extreme roundness, it could be considered as being almost pretty, on a side note I'd say it was something that didn't make me want to scream whenever I looked at it.
Now that I was officially a skinhead... shaving what little was there in the first place I can't even bring myself to look in the mirror really this was what I had to deal with.
Meh! It will grow back. With a shrug as I placed the buds in my ears, listening to the history of this place. It was a big place, too.
Learning all I needed to will take time, that right now I had, this shit body had vitality at least exercising. I didn't tire out as fast, but I grew hungry.
As I forced myself to run, jumping over rocks, dodging fallen logs. My breathing is decent at least. Well, I was doing good OK, so too much good, but I have to give myself some motivation here so again good.