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Fyi two people are writing this fanfic we are each writing about are own characters point of views then combining them in the story.
Prologue
Dysis pov.
"Oh, why did the seamstress have to take so long, Mother is going to be so angry that I was out this late." I thought as I was rushing through the dark foggy streets of London. I hurried till I see the alley that leads to my house, I slow down at the entrance and look in, the shadow from the buildings make it so dark that all I can see is the light coming from the opposite side of the alley I squint and see there's a lamp post that looks like the lights about to go out.
I stand there, terrified on what might be in this dark void... The dark horror stories my friends told me at parties are running through my mind, I shake my head and try to clear them away, "Good God Dysis, you are not a child, you can handle walking a little ways in the dark." I say to myself then start striding forward with new found confidence. After a couple steps in, I look around and see nothing I look down at my hands and realize I can't even see them. My new found confidence is now seeping out of me, so I start to run.
I finally get to the end and let out the breathe I was holding in. "See it was not that bad." I say to myself, grinning at my bravery. I start to move out of the alley way, when I feel a sharp pain in my stomach my eyes widen, I slowly reach down to touch where the pain erupted I lift my hand up and see blood all over it, horrified I stumble back something roughly grabs my arm and drags me back into the the darkness, I look to where the arm came from and see cold dirt brown eyes looking right at me. I fall to the ground at the pure evil and curiosity coming from within his eyes but, still not breaking eye contact from this man or monster. The form starts to come near me I see a glint of metal to the side of him. I scream finally getting out of my shocked daze, hoping to God that someone will find me and that I'm not too late. Then I hear a whooshing sound right next to me I quickly move my head to look at it and see a flash of blonde hair. A flicker of hope lights in my heart, someone come to save me. I hear the sound of footsteps running. I was on the edge of blacking out when I see the face of an angel right in front of me, I was about to reach out and touch him when everything turned black.
Then three days later I woke up.
Helena's pov.
The table I lay on is metal, and ice cold: that's how I think of death, cold.. Possibly metal. I stare at the lamp glaring at me from above, people are holding me down, I want to yell at them to let me go but, I am too terrified to speak. I look up to see the doctor with a sadistic grin on his face, I close my eyes not wanting to look at him any longer afraid if I look at him to long I'll get sick and throw up on all these people around me. When my eyes are closed I feel so peaceful like nothing was ever wrong the dark was just so inviting.
Then I feel it, the searing pain in my chest, I start to twist, and my breathes become more frantic and labored.
Screaming rips it's way through my airway, echoing off the walls. No anesthetic, nothing to stop this pain. I can't breathe, it feels like there's a weight on my chest: and I let the darkness take me into it's arms, I close my eyes, I open them again to see a woman, with blood red eyes. Ha, that's funny: death has come to greet me.
There's a strange hollow feeling where my heart should be, it should still be there: It was just an open heart surgery, unless it was worse than I thought, and it was taken out. The strange woman speaks,
"Your heart is gone, and I saved you life, you should thank me."
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