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Prologue:
May 28th:
A dark, ominous, figure stood in a grave with a shovel, digging vigorously to reach the body under the dirt. The figure, was a girl, but her features couldn't be made out in the darkness of night. She slaved over every scoop of dirt it dug out of the six feet deep rectangle in the ground. Until she hit solid and she set down the shovel and wiped the dirt off of the coffin, before picking the shovel back up and using it to pry the coffin open.
The girl tossed the shovel out of the grave and opened the coffin all the way. She gagged and coughed at the smell of the rotting person down below. After the girl finished coughing she pulled the body out of the coffin and lifted it out of the grave before pulling herself out. She then unbuttoned the shirt of the corpse and pulled a knife from her bag and cut the stomach open. She almost puked as puss, embalming fluid, and maggots came spewing out. The girl rolled up her sleeves and looked at the jars she had set out holding all the organs that would be removed from a body if a coroner was asked to take from the corpse.
She was not taking chances, so she put her arm the body and felt around to make sure everything was in place. The girl found that everything was as it should of been, meaning no autopsy had been done to the corpse. Though, to be extra sure she felt the corpse's throat and checked it for it's tongue, then flipped the body over and found no incision had been made at the skull. She sighed in relief, because she hadn't wanted to risk getting caught by the gravekeeper or catch the eye of a vigilante while she played Frankenstein on a corpse.
The girl then pulled a water bottle out her bag with her clean hand and flipped the cap open and rinsed her bloody hand and arm off. She then pulled out a thread and needle out and stitched the body up. Once finished she put her stuff away and pulled a vile out of her bag. The vile was filled with a glowing fiery looking substance, that was known to belong to a Lazarus Pit. The girl moved closer to the mouth of the corpse. she had opened to check for it's tongue, and poured the liquid in, before standing up.
She waited in silence for something to happen to the body for a while. The girl was about to call her experiment a failure when the corpse started to regenerate until it opened it's eyes. The body started gasping for air and girl helped it sit up as it started to get use to being alive again. The one vile wasn't enough because the corpse still had foggy eyes and couldn't move very well, luckily the girl took precautions and gave the undead person two more viles of the Lazarus chemical. The person got color back to it's skin and hair and looked as if it had never been killed.
"W-what happened," the person asked and the girl looked at the undead child and smiled.
"Welcome back to world of the living," the girl said with a silk like voice, but the child paid her no attention.
The child looked at the girl and her eyes widen and stuttered,"T-Tali-", but was cut off.
"I'm only her in appearance, child, I think nothing like her. I'll explain more later, but we need to go now, before someone finds us good or bad," the girl said she helped the little girl stand up. The child held the girl's hand wearily, and stopped in shock when they turned around.
Before the child was a dug up grave and a head stone that said,"Here Lies Lian Harper" and the year she was born and the year she had died.
To be continued:
Well, here in the prologue for the third spin off of Unexpected Change. I hope you liked it, please comment and tell me your thoughts. Goodnight and kudos to you all.