Eyes Open

Prologue

Prologue

     Avoiding this was inevitable. This was inevitable because even on how much he had loved his own nature, he felt fervour in this new entity. Still, his human emotions were never before seen in his eyes. New emotions kept bulldozing through his own heart and the worst parts, he cannot control it and it was still uncomfortable for him to be missing one fervent emotion.

     This was his fifth time doing the insertion again, for this day.

     This girl was before seen running from one of the neighbourhood houses whom he was sure had been void. The profound fact confused him even more. Where did she come from? That neighbourhood had been cleared for more than a month now and no one even reported a loosed girl running for survival... but none of this mattered now, that was not his job and those Candidates must do their work to this missing information.

     He felt sympathy. No, not because he would be doing the operation because on how much pain she had endured, but of course she was perfectly healed now, he had made her perfect ... and sedated. He also felt excitement on how would the new girl turned out and as the new feeling was pure, he grasped, once again, the scalpel.

     "Hirum, are you going to do the insertion or do you want me to do it?" The calming voice of his own Consoler was heard just a fraction of a room from the operating table.

     "Hirum, if you're waiting for the girl to scream and shout bloody doctor, step aside,” followed by his own Candidate who was not doing him good for the rest of his project.

     "I am an Inserter, I do perfectly good creatures before I released them out of this lab, but since this was my 5th time doing it, I am having a hard time concentrating to do this project." He thanked the new emotion, patience that came to his way.

     His Consoler sighed.

     His Candidate grimaced.

     And he continued on with his business.

     The girl was laying head down on the operation table and the only movement that was seen was her breathing. The girl was naked and this fact doesn't even bother him for he had done these thousands of times. He gestured for his Assistant to come along for further help and even though he had done this hundreds of times, nervousness was compulsory.

     He took a deep, menacing breath then he slided the scalpel just above the hip, onto the last bone of the spinal cord. No more than a flick of his finger, the Spirit was released from its container and was ready before he was.

     He hadn't seen a Spirit without his mouth hanging open in awe.

     The best way to describe this Spirit would be a massive-winged butterfly.

     The Spirit was perfectly motionless, except of its own white hairs brushing along to the invisible wind. This Spirit was different, longer than any Spirits he had seen. It must be because this spirit had experienced more than he encountered and all he cared was the safety of this little butterfly.

     The wings were useless, but it was where the Spirit last lived, some kind of a reminder to those Inserters who could forget this fact, and the wings were not visible to those who hadn’t been inserted yet.

     He carefully removed each wing without difficulty and placed the Spirit to its own soon-to-be Anchor, the girl's body.

     It wiggled itself on the hole provided by the Inserter not more minutes ago and he was even amazed on how this Spirit moved gracefully.

     Just 10 seconds past and the half of its own body was seen. It may had been fast for him but not for his Candidate who just wanted amazing facts on how this girl survived.

     The Spirit took its own seconds before none of its body was to be glimpsed. Clearly, the Spirit was taking its own time. Not to soon before, a bump on the girl's spine was visible and the Spirit, inside of the girl was now running. The new environment doesn't even seem to bother it. The Spirit had perfectly adapted on just 15 seconds and he was now full aware that this insertion was special.

     "Very clever, young Spirit, you are really different."

     His Consoler praised.

     He knew that the Spirit that he just placed was not the one this person was praising, but Hirum, himself. It would be a crime if his Consoler were to console some other Spirit.

     His Candidate laughed.

    Indubitably, his Candidate was sick of this pointless 15 seconds and just wanted for this girl to be awake and gain that information that she had been itching to gain for herself.

     How selfish Candidates were.

     But he knew better, those emotions were pushed and forced by the Spirit itself because of the desire to eliminate the remaining, surviving race.

      The machine beside the girl beeped and the three of them knew what this meant.

     The Spirit was now on its main goal and attaching its own feathery hairs to the brain of the sedated girl.

     "How many days, O Mighty Inserter?” the Candidate asked him waveringly.

     "Vaguely, I don't know. This Spirit was specially picked for this surviving girl and it was the first time we have encountered a surviving human. Please grasp that."

     He knew well that the Candidate wasn't listening after the 1st sentence.

     To abruptly lighten the mood, the Consoler interfered.

     "We'll see then."

     There was the glistening sparkle that his own Comforter used just by delivering vocal language.

     The girl was still breathing and he knew what was there to come.