Title: Non Omnis Moriar [Latin: Not all of me will die- Horace]
Author: Liquid Thalassa
E-Mail: Liquidthalassa@yahoo.com
A/N: Here is part three; this is where the "supernatural" angle comes in…I think…Hopefully it's not too cheesy!
Part Three:
Resurgam [Latin: I Shall Rise Again]
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Like I said, I thought I understood everything, I thought I had this place, my existence post death all figured out. I couldn't have been more wrong. It seemed to be the theme of my life- and death actually- thinking one thing then realizing I was far from the truth. Real far. Time went by; if I had not been counting I wouldn't have known how long. But I kept in contact with the real world, watching over Bosco and the others; enjoying life without being alive…It had been five years to the day since my death. Five whole years. At times they seemed slow- so slow, and others like it past in the blink of an eye, so quickly it was hard to comprehend anything. In all my time here as I am now I had no contact with anyone like me, no company or guide…no one. Just as well I thought it was like that in life so it is in death. But I longed to have company-real company- not the kind where I was a fly on the wall, non existent. I missed the simplest things, a glace there, a touch there…the job, my life…So much so that I prayed to live again….
I found myself at the place where it happened. The second floor of the now cleaned up drug house. I avoided that place for so long. It looked different, repainted and redone; it felt different, not as…evil as before. I was staring at the spot long before I realized its significance. I could almost see the blood, the puddle of death and lost life on the carpet. It was cleaned up now, the carpet replaced but I could still see it. I felt sick, uneasy…panicked. I avoided this place for a reason; I couldn't understand why I was here again. Calming myself I decided to look around. The shit-hole bedroom was nice and tidy, I got the sense a nice average family lived here. For a moment I saw the man standing there pointing the gun at me only to disappear. It was odd. He wasn't dead, he was stilling in jail for the first degree murder or a NYPD police officer, rotting away. It was a wonder they didn't kill him, the officers I mean, you know have a little mishap on the way to the station…I looked a clock on a small nightstand. 4:00 pm. Bending down to the ground, I touched the spot. I died here, I thought, I died in this very place…Fragments of what happened came back to me. Like a spliced movie, shaky and out of order. I couldn't take it, the assault on my mind. I began to cry…I wanted so badly to live again, to take back my mistakes…
I must've been like that for a while, when I opened my eyes and looked at the clock it read 4:10. I heard two loud cracks and I felt a pain in my thigh and my left shoulder, so strong it felt like that day. This is the time I was shot. Seven minutes from now and I'll be dead…My breath caught in my throat and I fought the phantoms. This isn't real, I told myself, this isn't real. Only it was, or it had been. I sat on the floor, my back against the door; just like that day…just like that day…I cried and pleaded. To whom I do not know. Seconds past, I could count the ticking of the clock in the silence…the stillness of life and the stillness of death. I waited.
It was then that the impossible happened. I heard a voice calling my name. I looked around finding no one. Nothing. Not even the present occupants. Maritza, it called again. Smoothly, clearly. What the Hell, I thought. I sat there, stuck reliving my death and this…thing. Maritza, it called again. It was then after the third time that I realized the voice was from my head. I had to laugh, I thought I was crazy. The clock ticked on. 4:15…Maritza, you are going to have to make a choice…the time draws near…you must hurry…I had no idea what was happening, like I said in all my time here I never met someone like me, someone dead. But I had a feeling this is something else, something or someone…important…powerful…different…
I looked at the clock again. 4:15:30…What are you talking about, I asked. You have a choice…to live again or stay dead forever…it is yours and only yours to make. Choose wisely for there is no going back…the time draws near…I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. Time was ticking. To live again. I wanted nothing more than that. To have a second chance, to right my wrongs and…Bosco, I could be with him; I could tell him everything…I weighted my options and tried to find a con. I couldn't think of any. I glanced at the clock again. 4:16:30. Thirty seconds…
So what is your choice, Maritza? I closed my eyes and paused. I didn't know how it would happen, how it was possible, and at that time I didn't care. To live again, I said just as the second hand swept over the 12. So it is done, came the reply.
And with that the scene before me vanished and I found myself in a hospital room. The harsh sound of the flat-line and the curt orders of doctors and nurses filled the air. I could smell the disgusting smell of iodine and medical supplies…I could see a few feet away part of what looked like a young woman. Where're loosing her, a doctor yelled anxiously. The flat-line kept on. I didn't understand. What's going on I asked not thinking I'd get an answer. You will see in due time, the voice replied again. You must know some things…the memories you hold now, they will not leave you but stay hidden deep within, they are safe there…you will not remember them, not in the normal sense. You are to go into the world without those holding you back…this is your second chance- your one and only chance to right your wrongs…to live again…I nodded, my eyes turned to the young woman on the stretcher, I walked closer getting right next to the doctor…
She was pretty despite the creeping fingers of Death that starting to sink in. She was Hispanic, I could tell even though her golden skin looked a few shades paler, her eyes where closed but I knew they would be a warm brown. Her hair was chestnut, almost black and though matted with sweat I could tell it was lustrous, falling in half hazard waves as far as the middle of her back. Her height was average; about as tall as I was now, she was thin, in shape. She reminded me of myself actually, it was almost eerie. Why am I here, I asked. You will see in time, it is drawing closer, Maritza…you will not remember this, you will not be yourself, they will not recognize you…there may be lingering connections…in the cases of love and hate…faint memories of your life that will break though at times…listen to them, they will guide you…you know what you must do, Maritza…
There were frantic movements, the doctor shocking the girl with paddles, yelling 'clear'. The flat-line kept on. She had been down for three and a half minutes already…There was blood all over her leg and chest and everywhere in between…staining her skin and clothes. To say that I understood everything I was told would be a lie. I was clueless. And her, I asked, still looking at the girl. Her time is done with, she has made her choice, she does not want to return again…she has no family, she has no future…she has chosen…but you, you have as well…it will not be painful, Maritza…your beginning maybe difficult but you are strong, you will overcome…you have to…
"Do you want to call it?" A male doctor asked.
The doctor who was doing all the action didn't reply. He looked down at the woman and shook his head. "Let try another shot of Epee." A nurse ran to a cupboard and grabbed an Epee Pen. The doctor took it and pierced her flesh…
Get ready Maritza…for in a blink of an eye you will be Maritza no more…
The EKG monitor stayed in the monotonous beep…The doctors and nurses waited anxiously hoping the effects of the drug revived her from the dead. And then it happened. Though I couldn't tell you exactly what it was. I was no longer watching the woman, no longer the outsider. I didn't feel the freeness I grew accustom to, it wasn't until seconds later that I felt the most excruciating pain and weakness I've felt since my death. This was real pain. My left shoulder...my thigh…and slowly ever so slowly I faded into the foggy darkness…ever so slow I ceased to be…only I knew that wasn't true…not all of me will die, not all of me will die…
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Breaking the silence the EKG machine began its bleeps, no longer a single shrill cry, but a seemingly erratic tone. The line rising and falling over the black screen. There was a collective sigh of everyone in the room.
"We got her back, good job everyone…" Said one of the doctors. Then he leaned closer to the woman's face. "Ms. de la Vida…can you open your eyes? Ms. de la Vida?"
Slowly ever so slowly earthy brown eyes struggled and fluttered open. The doctor smiled. "Anastasia...hang in there, you're going to make it."
A twinkle glinted in her eyes before the darkness overcame...only this time it was not the darkness of death, but the darkness of the unknown…
End "Part Three: Resurgam" stay tuned for "Part four: Revenant"
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A/N: Ok, interesting, huh? I hope my direction of writing is liked! You all know what happened right? I don't want to explain everything, but if you need clarification just let me know and I'll address it in the next parts (yes, they'll be another part) author's notes…But incase you didn't catch it, the name. Anastasia de la Vida- "Anastasia" means "of the resurrection/one who will be resurrected" in Greek and as far as I know (correct me if I'm wrong!) "de la Vida" means " of life" in Spanish…so her name means roughly "resurrection of life" ;0). Get it? Lol. I planed on having this the first part of a "series"- good? Bad?- like this was like the pre-quel of something…Anyways, I'm going to post Part Four really soon and that may clarifly some things. Let me know what you think- like, not like…continue with series, not? You know… thanks :)
