"Number 1087 is ready for injection"
I can't see anything. Every thing is a blur.
"May the Life guide thee and her travels"
I scream and push against the metal that bounds my wrists and cut deeper into my flesh. I fight to see who hovers over me. All I can see are the ice cold blue eyes of the Peace.
"Let me go or I will kill you all!" I hiss
"Let thou be guided by the light of Life" hollered among the priest of Peace.
The cold whispers slither through my ears and down my spine. They are altering me. I am going to become a Soul. I close my eyes and begin to weep as the surgical needles and scalpels clang and screech across the tables. They are preparing my soul. His words flutter out of his mouth and onto the floor.
"May you rejoice in the worship of our creator who will cleanse your body of your past transgressions and forever thrive in you and give you Life!"
"No! The Life is a lie and my soul will never be stripped of me!" I screech
"May your trangressant soul perish in the realm of the dead!" the shadows of his words hung before my eyes.
"Do you wish to have the honor of speaking your the last words before the almighty and powerful Life?"
"Go to hell"
My last breath was sweet like sugar.
