Author's notes
This story takes place post R-2 and picks up kinda in the middle of my story. It's a Star-Wars esque timeline where the beginning is actually episode 4 and the end is episode 3, if you know what I mean. Hopefully it's not too confusing. Thanks for taking the time to read my first fanfiction! Please tell me how my first go went. Flames are alright. Just remember: your flames will be used to power my steam engine, which will power my train, which I will use to run over you. Haha, I kid. Enjoy!
Oh, and I almost forgot: I wrote, published, and edited this entire story on my iPod. So please excuse any spelling errors. The keyboard is tiny.
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Chapter 1
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"We're losing him!"
"We're losing her too!"
"Defibrillator!"
"It's not charged!"
"What the hell? Charge it!"
"10 % charge!"
"You imbecile!"
"Sorry, sir! Estimated 20 more seconds!"
"They won't BE here in 20 more seconds! Where's the second one?"
"What second one?"
"THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE HERE, DAMMIT."
"Charging now! 10%!"
"You! You are relieved of duty!"
"What?! You cant-"
"You there! Take his place! Status?"
"Yes, sir. Rapid blood loss, sir. It's not slowing. Might I suggest-"
"Shut up, or I'll suggest your face up your ass! Their pulses are slowing. Defibrillators?"
"Defibrillators ready at maximum charge. Shall we proceed?"
*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
The monotone signals of cardiac arrest sounded through the air. An eerie silence only associated with the sound of death suddenly fell upon the doctors surrounding the two wheeled stretchers. At that moment, the two stretchers made it into the operation room. The door slammed behind them, offering the only break to the single tone that had seemed to be playing for an eternity. This galvanized everyone back into action.
"NOW, DAMMIT. CLEAR!"
Twin *zaps* resounded throughout the room. With its location in the middle of a war zone, the hospital and its employees had become all too familiar with the sound of dead-tones and defibrillator discharges.
The two figures lying side by side in the stretchers both gave a slight jump before returning to their former comatose positions.
"Pulses are a negative! Ready, two!"
"Clear!"
Two more *zaps*, these almost simultaneous, sounded.
"I think I've got something here!"
Everyone paused for the smallest fraction of a second. The break in the tension was short-lived however.
"...Negative, that is a no-pulse, I repeat, no-pulse! Increase charge! Ready, three!"
"Clear!"
The violent spasm of the two bodies shook the stretchers with a much greater force than before.
"It's not working..."
"Yes, I can see that. Ready, four!"
"Sir, the defibrillators are out of charge..."
Once again, the whole room seemed to go silent as the realization dawned upon all present. Even the unchanging tone emanating from the pulse display seemed to grow smaller, fainter, as if understanding its subjects had passed.
"...your orders...sir...?"
The doctors looked expectantly at the lead surgeon, as if waiting upon a miracle to bring the two bodies back to life.
"We did what we could...I'm sorry. We lost them."
More silence. The silence seemed to grow until it was unbearable, almost deafening.
"What were their names?"
No one responded. No one knew.
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Patient ID: GR52491
Last name: Unknown
First name: Unknown
Middle name: Unknown
Gender: Male
Nationality: Unknown
Age: Unknown
SSN: Unknown
DOB: Unknown
Iris: Violet
Weight: 117 pounds
Main causes of death: Multiple gunshots delivered to the upper chest. Massive organ failure. Severe damage specifically surrounding the heart. Cardiac arrest. Major blood loss. Severe gunshot trauma to upper torso. Punctured left and right lungs. Suffocation in both lungs due to blood and fluid leakage.
Notes: Subject declared deceased within approximately 2 minutes 30 seconds upon arrival. Arrived in same medical transport as patient GR52492. Patient GR52492 also died of similar injuries at the same time and date. Two cases possibly related. End report.
Patient ID: GR52492
Last name: Unknown
First name: Unknown
Middle name: Unknown
Gender: Female
Nationality: Unknown
Age: Unknown
SSN: Unknown
DOB: Unknown
Iris: Gold
Weight: 105 pounds
Main causes of death: Multiple gunshots delivered to the torso. Massive organ failure. Severe damage specifically surrounding the heart. Cardiac arrest. Major blood loss. Severe gunshot trauma to upper torso. Punctured right lung. Suffocation in right lung due to blood and fluid leakage.
Notes: Subject declared deceased within approximately 2 minutes 30 seconds upon arrival. Arrived in same medical transport as patient GR52491. Patient GR52491 also died of similar injuries at the same time and date. Cases possibly related. End report.
The sound of a file being inserted into a manila folder barely penetrated the silence of the examination room. The heavy *CHA-CHUNK* of a timestamp being pressed onto the folder did little to help the tension spread thick in the air.
"Once you've finished your report, let's go take our break."
"Hold up..."
Now nothing but the noise of a pen scratching paper was heard.
"And...done! Whew, let's go. That was a messy one to do."
"Don't even think about mentioning it at lunch."
"Of course I won't."
The two doctors left the room, leaving behind the two bodies veiled by a light blue cloth.
He was once powerful man, being able to lead armies that would both destroy the world and create it anew. Death does not judge, however. It claims those which it sees fit to choose. It does not distinguish between the rich or the poor, the wise or the fools, the powerful or the powerless. Ultimately, all must succumb to the inevitable result of death.
Except her.
The other, laying on another operating table close by, was immortal. An extremely rare gift, achieved by methods unknown to most all mankind. Is it truly a gift? She would disagree. She considers eternal life a curse. A curse to walk this wretched earth for eternity. Unable to die, watching all others around her perish. As she has once said, "All those who have ever loved or hated her have vanished into the current of time."
The dark red, almost brown, contrasted greatly with the bright green canvas on which it was cast. It almost seemed to suit the darker black hair as a better match for a background.
Light suddenly flooded into the darkness of his mind. Instinctively, he closed his eyes tighter to block out the brightness, but to no avail. He felt as if he was staring directly into the sun. His eyes began to hurt greatly as a dull throbbing crescendoed in the back of his head. The light grew ever brighter, if it was even possible for it to become any more intense than it already was.
"Am...I...dead...?" he thought.
Cautiously, he opened his eyes, careful not to shock himself with the dazzling light which now seemed to radiate from the back of his eyes, directly onto his retinas. His eyes were now barely open and his senses slowly began to return, one by one. The first was sight. He could vaguely make out a rectangular border around the light from which he sought refuge. Next, his sense of hearing returned. The ringing in his ears from a far away chapel bell told him he was indeed alive.
Other senses quickly regained their functions as he attempted to look at and feel his surroundings. A sharp prick at his toe drew his gaze. He looked down the length of his body to see a red tag hanging off of his toe. Still lying down, he slowly flexed his excuses for muscles. Realizing he again had full control of his limbs, sight, and hearing, he reached down to feel the tag. It came off with relative ease. He held it up to his newly reborn eyes in an attempt to decifer the squiggles and marks on the tag. It read:
Patient 52491
Name: Unknown
"Name unknown? I guess they didn't find out who I really am. I'm..."
He thought about who he really was, not just some lifeless corpse destined for a body bag. Suprisingly, nothing came to mind about his identity.
"My name is...oh God. Who am I?"
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