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It was a wonderful sunny day for the couple that was about to be wed. The sky was a wonderful cerulean blue, there were hardly any clouds blocking the sun or near it, a gentle breeze was blowing, and a couple was about to be bonded for life. It was one of those days where it seemed that nothing could go wrong.
The groom watched happily as his bride came towards him gracefully, but from the look in his eyes, something big was about to happen. Pachelbel's Canon was playing, it started from the middle of the song. The groom found that the music sounded much better with the emotion going on towards the end, rather than the beginning, which most weddings play.
At the groom's side there were hardly any people on the grooms' side, compared to the people that the bride had.
"And do you, Datura Stramonium Lactucarium, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest asked the young woman before him.
"I do," the young woman said with radiating happiness. She smiled a beautiful smile, but it was laced with underlying evil.
"Now I pron-" the priest began to say the last lines that would of bonded the two lovers together.
"But," the young woman said interrupting the holy man. "I can not marry this thing. He cannot be loved or love back. Just look at him."
The Church was silent and as she said those words, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two couple. As the bride smiled triumphantly, the crowd started to whisper around them.
"What do you mean?" the priest asked incredulously.
"But I do love you," the man next to her said softly. He wasn't even paying attention to their guests.
As he reached out to touch her cheek, she pushed him away with great strength. He fell towards the stained glass window behind him and plummeted down towards the soft yet hard grass. The brides' bouquet of chrysanthemums flew off after the groom. The petals broke free of their center and floated around the groom like small feathers.
"That's my girl," he said as he plummeted down.
He could feel the heat from the sun and the cool air beneath him. He remembered that the sky was blue. Then a sharp pain in his left eye made one side of sky red and the other blue. With his good eye he saw a shard of glass coming straight for him, but as he tried to deflect it, the shard punctured his upper abdomen.
He felt his nerves sending the impulses to his brain that something wasn't right. He thought he heard someone shout out a spell beneath him before his body connected with the ground.
He could hear people talking a few feet away from him, but his eyes and body were too heavy for him to do anything. All he could do was lay there and listen in their conversation. In the back of his head, somewhere, one of the voices sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place the voice with a face or a name.
"So as you can see he has hardly any broken bones just a slight blindness in his left eye and he was bleeding to death from the wound on his abdomen. Don't worry. We barely managed to repair that. I don't know how, but he has thrombocytosis."
"What does that mean doctor?" the man standing next to the doctor watched the young man in the bed in front of him sleep peacefully with the monitors beeping around him.
"Thrombocytosis? It means that he has an unusually high platelet count. Not only is his platlet count high, it's almost off the charts. Usually having thrombocytosis complicates things, but for him it's giving him the ability to heal fast, not get sick, and may even prolong his life. I got to say it's almost like…magic," the old doctor said. He took off his glasses and sighed. "But we still had to give him thirteen stitches."
"Is that all he has?" the man asked.
"He also has a skull fracture here, a cerebral contusion, and I'm afraid he might even be suffering from traumatic amnesia. Other than those injuries, he's perfectly fine," the doctor said. What he said next was that he saying his thoughts out loud unaware. "I'd love to get some samples from him and test on them or maybe even possibly test him myself. Oh how that would put me in history and give me an early retirement."
"Excuse me doctor?" the man asked angrily.
"Ah is something wrong?" the doctor asked pleasantly totally unaware what he just said.
"As a matter fact yes. I'll be taking him now and all of his records. Thank you," the man said as he pulled out a long wooden stick from his sleeve.
"Hey you can't do that! He's not ready to leave. We still have to do blood tests!" the doctor said. He didn't notice the wand until it was right in between his eyes. "What do you think you're going to do with that?"
"I'm going to erase you're memories," the man said smiling pleasantly.
"With a stick?" the doctor asked incredulously and half laughing at the foolish act. "Sir, counseling is just right down the hall. Why don't you go down to them?"
"No, with a wand. And no thank you for that suggestion. Obliviate!" the man said as the "good" doctors' memories were being erased.
"I know you're awake there boy," the man said after gathering up the records and modifying everyone's memory.
"Capt'n?" someone called out to him.
He blinked once, then twice. He looked at the person who had spoken and was surprised to see an old dirty man instead of a nice clean bride.
"Capt'n?" the person asked again.
"Aye?" he said as he pressed against the bridge of his nose.
"Do ye want grub?" the older man asked him.
He was having a hard time keeping his balance, but the man across him took no notice or if he did he thought nothing of it.
"No," the captain said waving the man off.
"Ye sure? I can get ye somethin' from the galley," he offered.
"I said no. Go do something...other there," said the captain pointing to various places on deck and on sea. He staggered away before the older man could say anything else.
He was starting to feel hotter than usual, but he wasn't about to strip off his clothing because of a little heat. He made his way towards the helm to catch some of the breeze, but it only seemed to have gotten hotter.
"Captain?" someone behind him asked.
He didn't bother turning around, by now his mind had caught up with the time. "Aye?" he said for the second time that day.
"Captain are you alright?" the female voice. Ana Maria, the only female on his crew of miscreants.
"Aye," he said. How many times did he say that just now? "I'm as fine as the weather we're having."
He felt a sudden blast of wind blowing; it almost knocked his hat off. There couldn't be a storm because there just couldn't. He looked up at the sky and started to see the clouds start to darken, just like his vision.
He turned away from the helm and stumbled down the steps. He would have fallen if it weren't for the small arms and soft chest that caught him.