Okay, so I was going to write a lengthy chapter but decided this story goes well with shorter chapters, and it would also be easier to update that way.
When we get to the end of this, it is going to be a loonng story I think.
Read, Review, and Enjoy! (I will only be motivated to write the next chapter if I actually receive reviews)
Chapter 1
I can't feel nothing at all...
Amber swirled into ecstasy once more as Zydrate hit her system, immersing her with tingling sensations throughout. She loved the feel of the glow, and every time she took another shot, it seemed better than the last. Well, almost.
She was on her 16th dose already for the week, and she was still craving more. In fact, she was becoming consumed by it; it wasn't just a want anymore, it was a need.
Her surgeons were preparing her for another facial change, and this time, Amber hoped that they wouldn't screw it up. She was paying good money, and she neededthis new nose.
Just like she needed that glow.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as she slipped into delight, feeling the Zydrate coursing through her veins. It felt so good, and so right. It was second nature. It belonged in her system always.
The nurses scurried around the room, handing the doctor his tools. Amber vaguely heard their voices, so far away it seemed as if she was rooms away from it all. This made her so thankful. Although she was addicted to surgery, it was more the Zydrate than anything. The small tingling pain from the cuts just made everything so much more exhilarating.
But this time, the pain wasn't small.
A loud thrumming echo in her head started to become apparent, and slowly it became louder and louder. Noise was heard. Voices. Scraping. The light. And more than anything, the cuts.
The cuts.
A pain unlike any other shot through amber. It burned, and she grabbed the surgeon chairs arms, desperate to cling onto anything in order to rid herself of the pain. Her nails dug into the leather of the chair and also something that felt very much so like skin, and she felt someone trying to hold her down; to control her.
She felt.
NO.
A scream welled up inside of her and she released it, shattering all of the glass in the room. Amber hadn't let loose so much energy in such a long time, she had never really had to. Until now. Zydrate had always been there for her. But no more.
The drug had worn off, and she was aware of all around her. Everything
She clawed the air and everyone, wanting a release. She yelled for more Zydrate, begging for its' sweet seduction.
Her actions were causing trouble, and the doctor's were unable to keep her sustained. She was causing blood to get everywhere, and they knew that if they couldn't control her soon, Amber would quickly bleed to death.
But there would be more important problems than Amber's situation. For within moments, an explosion tore through the building, flames shooting up in every direction.