Note: I made Elda be "created" first, not Freya (I know that Freya was first—own all the comic books) But just flow with it for the time bein' --Red Tail
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It was dark and cold, the cool feeling of metal against her bare flesh making her shiver…but goose bumps didn't rise on her skin and she felt an emptiness where emotions, feelings had been in her. Groaning, she opened her eyes to see the saddened ones of her father.
Why was she lying here on this table? She turned her head and her father held a guilty look in his eyes. She saw…things coming out of her body. …Why was that? Something that looked like metallic wings were coming from her back and she couldn't feel anything.
She realized that she didn't even blink for over five minutes, something telling her distantly in her mind that something wasn't right. She glanced at the other table to see her sister, Freya, lying on a table that looked like she had just come out of surgery…with the blood to go along.
"I'm sorry." The words almost didn't reach her ears, everything sounding as if she was three feet under water or the earth.
She felt his hand, touching her where it shouldn't and then there was a click. Her eyes widened, dulling as she slowly slid them closed and fell into the dark void of unconsciousness.
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Beautiful
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
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Chapter Five:
Ivory hair spun around her, floating on invisible winds and the clicking and whirling of a machine sounded, the beeping of a computer with a status bar saying one hundred percent softly sounding.
"Honey, I want you to see something." A hushed tone said over the darkness and 'Her', not being able to recollect a name, kept her eyes closed still. It didn't seem…necessary to open them.
"What is it, darling?" The tone seemed to held sadness. Why did they hold such sadness Her wondered? A door opened, footsteps padding across the steps down into the lab.
"Oh…my…god…" Now, now it was time for Her to open her eyes. A woman, hands placed over top her mouth, gasped at the sight. Her blinked, confused at the brightness of, well, everything in the room filled with strange objects.
"Give her a name, honey." It was that man's voice again.
"I'll name you, Elda." Her smiled, now named Elda and she jumped from the invisible bonds holding her in midair and leapt into the woman's arms.
"Mommy!" A smile crossed Elda's face, showing true happiness.
Too bad that she didn't see the tears in her Mommy's eyes that weren't from happiness…but seeing her daughter once more.
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The days held so many smiles, but Elda couldn't help but become lonely, staring into the mirror and seeing the weird ear-things sticking out of the side of her head. She gingerly touched the odd looking devices but then remembered why they wee there. Why she was…different from the other kids.
She turned and looked out the window, seeing the leaves tumble off the branches as winter began to approach. It was almost a full year since her time with Mommy and Daddy.
'I wish I had someone to be friends with.'
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"Elda, Daddy says that he has a surprise for us." She smiled, bouncing over to her mother and gave her a quick hug.
"Let's go!" She giggled, "Maybe it's candy!" Mrs. Hibya couldn't help but stop the tears coming to her eyes when she remembered her baby, Elda. She loved this Elda, but it could never replace her daughters.
When Freya had died that day, so had Elda.
"Mommy?" Elda turned around with a quizzical look on her face.
"You go on ahead, tell your Daddy I'll be right there." She smiled, waving her robotic daughter off as she choked back sobs and the tears that threatened to fall.
She remembered the day that they had gotten the call from the school, saying something about an accident.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but the memories…they wouldn't stop.
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"Hey, Elda!" Freya waved at her sister, finally managing to ditch the many new friends that her sister had not been able to make. Every word on the tip of everyone's tongue was 'Freya'. But Elda could hold no hard feelings against her. She was, after all, her one and only twin sister.
"Freya!" Her sister gleefully called, racing over to meet her sister in her rather old blue ski jacket and pants. Her sister wore brand new black and silver equipment. "What's up?"
"Not much." The twin replied, looking at her sister with a smile still on her face.
"What is it?" Elda couldn't help but question.
"Well…" The teen paused for some drama and leaned in to her sister, "Why don't we switch clothes?"
"Wha—what?" Elda couldn't help but stare at the beautiful clothes her sister had on.
"Come on! It'll be fun!"
"B…but…!" She blinked in shock—that would mean that her beloved sister would be the "outcast"
"What could happen?" She had already started taking off her clothes, ready or the switch.
What more could have happened?
Was it chance, with those words spoken, that the ski lift that they were riding happened to be the one that fell. Was it chance that the gondola that her sister, Freya disguised as herself, had crashed and fallen?
Elda, dressed at Freya, looked with wide eyes at the red carrying device. There weren't any signs of movement. And there was a big, red stain growing in the pure white snow.
That was the day that Freya died. But to the rest of the people, the outcast Elda had lost her life.
TBC
Author's note: Kind of short—sorry for the long wait. Thanks to everyone who reviewed:bows: Thanks for taking the time to read this story!
Reviews and suggestions are always loved and appreciated!
Love, Red Tail
