I was growing tired of hearing the bird-like chirping and fighting of the many Pearls bunched in the aquarium with me. Another pulse boomed through our watery prisonyard, and we all fell to the ground.
I groaned in pain as I realized we were being pulled to the floor of the aquarium by an invisible force. Out of the corner of my eyes I spotted a large, metal claw picking us out of it one by one. I peeped and ran away while my not-so-smart siblings ran towards it in search of an escape. One by one, they were picked off by their limbs, painfully scarring them, one even picked up by the neck. Only me and 3 other Pearls, also friendly defects, remained. They were squawking for help, while I curled up in the corner rocks. Then, we were knocked out cold, and all I could see was black...
Hours later, execution/trash chamber.
I finally came to my senses, but I was no longer underwater. I was in a cage, with the other defects I had befriended, had been put in other cages, one for each Pearl. Our cages started moving forwards in a line, and I heard cheering, from the apparent crowd of superior gems around us. I gathered the courage to look at our destination, and the sight caused me to shriek. For there, in front of us, was a kill pool of hot acid and gem destabilizer. And we were headed straight into it!
"Ahahaha, this gets better every time I see it. The Pearls' screams are so amusing!"
"Oh yes, they are making me laugh so hard!"
I could hear multiple conversations from the Jets in the audience, chatter types they are. But my time was coming to an end, and I was taking my last breaths as we were being lowered. I shed tears as the first cage went in. The screams of my fellow Pearl, echoing in the room.
"SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME GO! I NEED TO LIVE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I ARGGGHHFHH..."
...Silence, then laughter, as the other gems laughed at the yelps of pain and fear of my close friends, as they too, were lowered into their fates. At last, it was my turn to die, to die in vain. I sobbed silently, then sang a song from the very center of my gem. I sang of my short life, my love for what I could see, then the pain I was about to experience. Through my singing, I did not see the pink being turning the machine off and heading towards me...
"STOP! Everyone, stop! I have decided... I want to keep this Pearl!"
Then I wouldn't be stuck in this mess...