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Tears were streaming down my face though I made no expression at all. "Take the scalpel from the second row," Oh, Maker please help me. "No, yes, that one." I saw two men standing in the room, Quentin and someone new. Possibly a new apprentice? "Try and cut straight along the dotted lines."
"Around it?"
"Yes, around the knee cap." Quentin was obviously agitated
"But why not just use the bone cut-"
"JUST SHUT UP AND USE THE MAKER DAMNED SCALPEL, CAIRN!" I could see his face turn red but suddenly calmed down. "Good morning, Hawke. I can see the fear in your eyes, my dear, and there's no reason to be afraid. You're going to be a part of something phenomenal. We are going to touch the face of the Maker…" His voice trailed off for only a moment and looked me directly in the eye "…And live."
My knees are burning… what did he ask me yesterday? Something about running? Oh no….
"Quentin?" Cairn called him over while he was working.
"Yes?"
"I've cut deep enough to lift the cap, would you like me to continue and finish this side or do both step-by-step?" A smile was plastered onto Cairn's face when he heard Quentin,
"Just do one at a time, then once you're finished you can continue on her other one." Cairn did something to my skin that made me want to scream. Damn, what are they doing? Quentin made his was around to my left side and took soot across my neck, right above the collar bone. He was murmuring something to himself while he drew on my skin, "I think that is perfect… No, a little bit lower, or maybe higher. Ah! Right there! That's perfect."
The burning subsided for a moment in my knee giving me a moment of clear thought. They're stripping the tendons from my knees… That is why they're cutting around the cap… That is why he asked how well I ran… My flesh was suddenly melting away from the lower tendons and ligaments in my knee… I knew that poison all too well. Muffled screams and tears came as Cairn poured more on corroding the skin and flesh.
Quentin left the table and barked an inaudible order at Cairn as he left the room. Cairn seemed to nod and left the table dropping the scalpel. He walked over to my knee and laid a clean butcher knife on the table. "Thank you, Hawke, for your beautiful sacrifice." He picked up the scalpel and slowly yet so painfully cut inside of my leg searching for the right tendon, careful to avoid the artery in my leg.
All I wanted to do was scream. To scream at the top of my lungs. For someone to save me from this torment. But all that came was squeaks and muffled noises and tears.
He pulled something up and placed it on the tray beside my head. He did this several times elongating my inevitable death. He had about five or six strands of something stringy on the tray when he picked it up with his blood covered hands and placed it on the other side of the room.
It was when Quentin came around to my left and placed a precise cut into my neck that Cairn came stumbling into the room backwards and fell on his back. I could hear Quentin screaming and yelling, but couldn't make out the words. I then saw the arrow that stuck from his forehead making blood gush from his face.
Four figures stood in the doorway.
That's when I went cold and everything turned black.
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