I was called in from my prayer early Sunday morning by the council. Not much had been explained; the only hint I got was the need of a "science project". Specifically, one for me, Damien Sean. Weird- as with my short stature and mid level in the church, I'm one of the least likely candidates for any "important" work. Guess they finally realized something was up and decided to test me....... as if they can actually tell who's loyal by tests alone.
My boots clicked against the cold marble tile as I made my way down to the head office, cloak swishing in tune. The almost-black robe I wore drifted in my wake, like an angry shadow it followed. Screams and cries echoed in the empty hall, filling my head with misery. It was unfair what they did, unholy. But now is not the time to think about that. After a moment, I reached the end of the hall and took a deep breath underneath the mask, and entered the room.
The atmosphere was tense as I made my way to the middle of the room and bowed before the superiors seated above me, cloaked in darkness. "Fathers, What may be the reasons for my summons?" A shuffling of papers and a gruff voice answered me. " Damien, as you are aware there has been an influx of patients in recent months." I nodded my head. There had been a peculiar increase in prisoners; but, why this has occurred I have no clue. "Since this influx has caused shortages in staff, you will be assigned a case." He stated with a hint of disgust in his voice. "Thank you father, I am honored to have been chosen." He scoffed at my sarcasm and gestured to the guards who promptly left to retrieve whatever this assignment was.
After a moment, they returned with a tall man with blue hair and yellow scales, almost resembling a lizard. He was bound in chains, to subdue him I assume. "Meet your assignment, 12. You'll be converting him yourself, so treat him accordingly." I nod in understanding and bow, turning to leave and waving to the guards. " And Damien?" "Yes?" "Don't mess this up." "Yes, sir." I proceeded to leave with project 12, the doors locking behind me.
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Chemical imbalance
Science FictionWhat happens in a world where emotions are more powerful than logic? Where the ones we hold in the light are dark, and love can be found in the deepest fear? This is what happens; and hopefully, the good prevails. Still editing!!!
