Authors Note:
So I wrote this a while back and did some editing. This is my version of how Kyra became "a new animal"
WARNING: May be graphic for some viewers. Discretion is advised.
And once again, I own NOTHING but these wheels running in my head. Hope you enjoy.
Kyra
Conversion
I'm strapped to a machine but I do not struggle. The only person I ever truly cared about is gone-dead-so why should I struggle. Why should I not accept this new fate? I hear his voice, "Fight! You are stronger than this. FIGHT!" I push the thoughts away. I know he'd hate me for giving in so easily, but all I am doing is surviving. It's what I've always done.
I feel the sharp pain of the needles drive into the sides of my neck and then another surge of pain as the conversion begins. A wave of painful memories I've long since buried begin to wash over me.
The process of conversion lasts no more than a few minutes, but in those few minutes it feels like a lifetime, a lifetime of pain to be taken only to be replaced by another; a lifetime of pain that takes me back six years ago when my life ended and began all at once.
