Monday, November 19, 2018

NaNoWriMo Project Excerpt:

NaNoWriMo Project Excerpt:
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Lysandra stood in front of the masses. “We are taught as Catholics that death is nothing but a transition.” Lysandra wasn’t sure she still believed in God after what she had seen in the war, but it was a comfort to her siblings, family, and friends. She stood before them in the church, her parents caskets laid out side by side, one with a flag, one with enough flowers to make a garden jealous. She swallowed, “we are taught that there is life after death. We are taught about life eternal. We are taught that once these mortal hearts beat their final beat that we are raised into the afterlife. Where our souls are cleansed in purgatory, then we ascend into heaven. It is hard to remember these teachings today. It is easy to say these words; but to live them is harder to do, when our souls are in this much pain.
            Our hearts and souls are grieving. It feels as if the ground has fallen out from underneath us. There isn’t a single person here that is not affected by this grief, though in varies degrees.
            Our parents, Nero and Tia, they touched so many lives. One who never met them can tell that just by the fact the church cannot hold all of us. So many people from so many walks of life, there was nobody that my parents wouldn’t help.” Lysandra paused, so many thoughts into her own head. Especially if it was good publicity. After all, mother would not accept anything but obedience and following the pat set for them for her children.’ She looked at the words she had written. She wrote them in a moment of pain and hate for her parents for leaving her. For making her do this, for making her siblings hurt. Once she wrote them that first night when she couldn’t sleep, she went numb. She coughed to cover the pause.
            “I am not going to stand here and say everything will be alright. Because right now, it is not for any of us. What I will state is that they believed in life after death. That we will see them again someday. It is so easy to say this, but I know the pain in my soul, and it is hard to not want the world to stop turning with you. Because it feels like the world stopped that night and we tilted as it went to a dead stop from the sixty-six thousand miles an hour it was traveling around the sun.


Monday, November 12, 2018

NaNoWriMo 2018

So, the full re-write of Praying (pending title change) is going on this month. I apologize for the lack of posts (if any of you actually read this). As for Halloween Part II I have most of them written fully, and those not written they are outlined. I will be typing them up in December, as well as typing up the rest of Insomnia Cafe!

Here is an excerpt from Praying (All Rights Reserved)


“School is boring. Do you think I can test out?” Lucius asked.
            “Do you really want to? I mean doesn’t that girl of yours still go to school?”
            “Yes Aurelia is only 16 and a junior. And she plans to go to some chef school right after graduating.”
            “In America or overseas?” Lysandra hummed as she pulled out ingredients to cook chicken fajitas.
            “Paris. She wants to be classically trained as well as street trained.” He rolled his eyes as he hopped up on the counter. “You could have become a chef if you wanted you know? You are good. And you know what those people on television are talking about in those cooking competitions. You even go out and try to find all those ingredients to try your own version. Do you really want politics or is it just so programed into you?”
            “I really do want to go into politics. There are a lot of things need to be changed. Civil Rights have taken a back seat and society screams and cries but nobody is willing to do anything about it. The only way to change any of it is to do so from the inside. Don’t you think the rights and freedoms I fought for when I was in the military deserve to be fought for in our own government?”
            “Sure. It is just you like to cook and bake and stuff too.”
            Lysandra chuckled. “I also like musical instruments, languages, art, and writing. But those are hobbies. I have made the choice to dedicate my life to the public. Maybe after I retire from the political scene I will publish all those stories I wrote. Or maybe I will have a mid-life crisis and go and start up a rock band.” She laughed as she tossed a cut up piece of pepper at Lucius.
            Lucius laughed. “I would pay to see that.  You in a rock band!” He laughed again as he tossed the pepper back at her.
            “Hey! It could happen! I mean, I play a mean guitar, and my voice isn’t half bad.” She laughed.
            “Uptight, conservative, Captain Lysandra T Tiburtinus gives up her life goal in stunning display of a midlife crisis, details at ten!” He said in an announcer voice. “Tiburtinus has punked out her hair, dumped a conservative boyfriend for a female lover, and has started up the next big female rock duo!” Lucius laughed. “I can see the trending hash tags and the news stations going gaga over it now!” He fell back laughing.
            Lysandra laughed. “I am not that conservative.” She stopped and thought about things. “Shit, I really did toe the line mom had me walk. I am even registered as a Republican!” She dropped the spatula that she had been using as she made this revelation. “Holy Hell Hounds!” She blinked and looked at her brother. “Do you think I would have been disowned if I hadn’t toed that line?”
            Lucius signed. “No, dad loved you. Adored you. You were his princess, so like him. He was the most liberal Republican I knew.  Perhaps it is time to revamp the party. Sure you are pro second amendment, but you are for decent gun control. And sure you are pro-life personally, but you also support people’s right to choose. Choose to educate them and use abortion as a last option for the woman’s mental health. You are very much what the face of the revamping of the Republican Party should be. Away from the bigot, white, rich, racist, hatful men and towards a new definition of conservative values, while being a decent human being.” He smirked then, “after all, you are the furthest from that description. You have been fighting for equal rights since grade school. And right under mom’s nose using the explanation it was good for your future political career.”
            Lysandra rolled her eyes, “yes, because it wasn’t the truth.” The sarcasm would hit even the most oblivious person over the head.
            Lucius laughed and popped a half cooked pepper in his mouth. “True, yes, but you always stood up for the little guy. You literally grew up to be Captain America!” He about fell over laughing.
            “Lysandra faked disgust, “Blasphemy!” She put a hand on her chest. “IRON MAN FOR LIFE!” She yelled.
            Lucius laughed. “Face it! You grew up to be Captain F’ing America! Quite literally, Captain!”
            Lysandra thought about it and shook her head as she put the chicken and steaks in their perspective pans. “I don’t know. Cap was way moral. Tony totally is human. He understands masks and the need for them. He understands working the system, and not fighting it. For Cap everything is black and white. Tony saw grey.”
            “Okay, so you are a human version of Cap, but you always looked out for the little guys. Always. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have half the medals you do.”


Tuesday, October 2, 2018

A Monster University Story: Draco and Flora


Draco/Flora
A Monster University Story
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Triggers: Murder, Sex, Blood, Curses, It is a Halloween Story


            ‘Walking into Griffin sleeping with that woman hurt me. I may have been a bit rash in my curse. However, I didn’t anticipate it curing myself as well. The last hundred plus years we have been living in this cycle of living for twenty years and then reborn and murdered. But for some reason I can never forgive him. He tells me every time he was being disowned to marry me. That he was drunk and thought it was me. So why do I always use him? Abuse him? Curse him? Never forgive him? Why never forgive him and free us both? Why can’t we stop this cycle of reincarnation and murder? He spends the first five years of my new life as a damn ugly bird and I am spoiled and loved. And then as I continue to grow up he lives his life. But he always lives with the fact I cursed him and he killed me. Maybe this time will be different… Then again most likely not. How is it we can’t walk away from each other? After all we are soulless monsters, and how can someone without a soul love?’
            “Flora…” The name fell off Draco’s lips in a sigh. It was 2021 and he had the next thirteen years to live his life, then two years to win the woman who cursed him. Why did he still love her so? He found her diary this time. He always thought that she got her memories when he told her. But this diary he found in her old things, that Bo had collected for him, proved she always knew. Always. He felt a fury boil in his blood. He took a deep breath. She was six. She was six. He had to keep telling himself. And he may be a monster but he didn’t hurt kids. Even a witch. He took another breath. Nothing he could do. He sighed. They were still in Grand Rapids Prairie, Bo and Beth had adopted a pair of twins four years ago. Frank and Lucas still were connected at the hip as they raised Frank’s daughter Sophie, who was now five, oddly enough she had been born of werewolf so Lucas had taken her in as pack heiress. Sam, even had a gal now. SAM! A brain eating zombie! Maybe it was time to move on. Take the fact he would be a bird for five years then he could live his life for fifteen years. It was time to move on once and for all. He felt a flash of cold as he thought those words.
            Flora looked up from the book her new parents had given her. A shiver went down her back. What was that? Did it have something to do with Draco? He would be human once more. She frowned. She moved over to the phone and rank Bo’s number. “Bo?”
            “Flora. Are you going to drop this con you don’t remember from the moment you turn five?” Bo drawled over the phone.
            Flora sighed. “I felt something. Draco, he is… He is still among us, yes?”
            Bo sighed. “Yes, Flora. He just had me set him up as a student, he is going to finish his degree and do something for these fifteen years. I think you felt his final acceptance of your curse.”
            “He is moving on?” Something in her voice broke.
            “I believe so. He is actually dating.”
            Flora slammed down the phone. “Screw this.” She moved quickly to her room. “A quick potion and I will be aged to twenty. I will confront him. He wasn’t ever supposed to give into his punishment! He wasn’t supposed to move on! He is mine!” She screamed as she gathered everything and with a quick slit of the throats of her ‘parents’ she disappeared.
            Draco was actually trying to pay attention in his class, but was just so bored. He was three hundred thirty five years old. He was friends with Vincent Van Gogh! He partied with some of the best musicians. He was a hit Musician! He sighed, he missed the eighties and classic rock, and for sure being able to tour with a band. Hell, he missed the swinging twenties! He missed the hippies, the rebels! He let out a loud sigh; he just missed the past period. But he was moving on, he had to for his own sanity. He couldn’t love Flora anymore. It was toxic. He couldn’t hold on to the only one he ever loved. He may have had his fair share of sex, but only Flora ever held his heart. Even a soulless being like him could feel love. After all he was once a mortal with a soul. He sighed again.
            A girl next to him smiled. “You seemed bored.”
            “have done all this before.” He waved his hand toward the professor. “The class just didn’t’ transfer.” Draco smoothly lied. He looked at her. The opposite of Flora, Tall, blonde, blue-eyed. “Draco.” He held out a hand.
            She smiled and took his hand. “Jane.”
            “Pleased to meet you, Jane. Want to go and get a coffee?” He gave her a charming smile.
            Later that night Draco stood outside on the deck, smoking a cigarette, looking out into the dark, focusing on nothing. Jane was naked and sprawled out in his bed. He took another drag when he heard her voice.
            “Well, Griffin, at least your taste hasn’t approved.” She drawled.
            “Flora.” He flicked his cigarette away.
            “Not shocked?” She frowned.
            “You messed up. I got one of your dairies. You remember and can age yourself, it seems.”
            Flora smiled. “I felt you accept the curse. I felt you give up.”
            “You don’t love me, Flora.” He offered her a smoke.
            She took the cigarette. “I do. I loved you so much as to give up my soul to curse you!” She lite the smoke and conjured a seat. “I do still love you.”
            “Then why this/” Draco asked as he knelt in front of her. “Why do this to both of us? We are monsters, yes, no denying that fact, but we were once mortal, we do love. What is in the remnants of our souls, those pieces of soul still inside of us, they allow us to love. We could be together Flora. Forever. All you have to do is cancel the curse.”
            Flora broke down. “Then you would become mortal again!” She cried out.
            Draco took her hands. “There are many ways to stop that. You are the strongest witch I know. There is a way to modify the curse so I ain’t a damn bird for five years.”
            Flora looked at him. “I don’t know, Griffin. I barely know what I did to curse us to begin with all those centuries ago.”
            Draco looked at her. “How about this? You remove the curse and then curse me with immortality?”
            Flora frowned and winkled her nose. “That could work, but the timing would have to be perfect and we would need a blood sacrifice.”
            Draco looked into his bedroom where his naked conquest laid. “What about her?” He nodded his head toward Jane.
            Flora sneered towards the naked blonde. ‘She will work as the catalyst to release you from your curse. We need another to curse you again.”
            Draco nodded. “Give me two hours; there is Jo’s bar she can help get another sacrifice. I work there as a bartender to give the illusion of being a poor college kid. And the free whiskey is always good.”
            Flora rolled her eyes. “You always did like your drink, Griffin.”
            “Draco. I have to go by Draco, for now.”
            “Fine. I will try and remember. Now go get me a blood sacrifice.” She took his head in her hands and kissed him for the first time since she cursed him over three centuries prior.
            Draco broke the kiss. He went and moved into the room, and put on a shirt, pants, and shoes, he kissed her head and left.
            Flora sneered at the naked woman. “That bed will have to be burnt with the slut.” She sneered at the body, using a spell to keep the woman asleep.
            Draco got to the bar. “Jo, there any expendables around?”
            Jo raised an eyebrow but tilted her head toward a group of drunken sorority girls. Draco nodded his thanks and slide over to them with a few pitchers of beer.
            An hour later he had two girls on his arms and headed back toward his apartment. The curse would soon be over, and he would finally have Flora back in his heart.
            Flora had the alter set up with the black and red candles, the woman was naked and awake, trying to get free. He walked in then; Flora rolled her eyes as she knocked the two sluts out with a spell. “Two?”
            “Eh, can’t say no to twins.” He smirked.
            Flora hit him over the head with a piece of parchment. “Clean off. It is time to do this. Lay under the alter after you tie the other two up.”
            “Yes Mistress!” Draco mock saluted. He striped the women and tied them down and then laid under the alter.
            Flora moved over to them and started to chant, a reversal spell, as she cut the throat of Jane. The blood ran down the alter, mixing with the spices and herbs she had laid out with the candles, mixing with the wax, and ran down and over Draco, as the blood washed away the curse he became visible once more. He gasped as he felt the curse lift, as heat spread through his body. He felt his mortal heart start beating once more! He gasped and gulped the air into his now living lungs.
            Flora saw this and changed her chant into a new curse, and slit the throats of the twins, allowing their life blood to flow and run down over Draco and into his mouth, giving to him the magic and life of their souls.
            Draco had no choice but to swallow the blood, to accept their life force, to accept the curse given to him, he felt as the curse changed, as his heart slowed once more, as his soul once more became tattered remains of a mortal soul. But as he flicked between visibility and invisibility he felt the ability to control this curse. Allowing him to never be a bird again. Allow him, most important of all, to be immortal. He laid there as the blood soaked into his very being, he allowed it to disappear into his body.
            He only stood once he felt no more blood. He smirked and grabbed Flora to him and kissed her hard. “Marry me, my flower.” He demanded.
            “Of course, my Griffin.” She kissed him and dragged him into the guest bedroom.
            The next morning Draco stood on the deck in a robe, smoking a cigarette, calling Tony as Flora took the master bedroom’s bed and burned it out back. He smiled as he rolled her eyes at her obvious glee to cast the bodies and bed on fire. But he was happy.
            Extremely happy. Today started a new chapter in his undead life. The best chapters he had a feeling. He reached up and wiped a drop of blood off his cheek, he sucked it off his finger. He smirked, yes, a new undead life, with the love of his life…
           
           

Monday, October 1, 2018

Monster University: Zoe And Aeron


Rachael / Zoe /Aeron
Monster University
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“These are my words. My stories. Read them. Understand them. And watch for the monsters hidden within our society. If you are reading this. You know my story. A girl who died too young. Her genetic condition taking her quickly as she left her final piece of work in a safety deposit box to finish. These are my last words. I know when I leave this bank I will die. Be aware of the people around you. You never know which may hide a monster within. And if you are brave enough, strong enough, powerful enough... Please finish what I wanted to start and destroy them all...”
Zoe read these words. She read the will. She read everything. She and her twin were the only ones that came after all. She was sixteen and just graduated high school. She had gone on a trip to Europe with her friends to be told that her sister was killed. Killed an alley and left to rot like a common rat. She didn’t understand why. Why someone would do that to her sister? Now she knew. Her sister stuck her nose in things that did not concern her.
Aeron looked at Zoe. He snorted. “She was always to nosey for her own good. Her cure was staring her in her face and she instead chose to anger gods. They may be monsters but they found the key to living with curses and actually living.”
Zoe nodded. “I wonder if they would turn us. Make us immortal. In exchange for destroying this of course.”
“We shouldn’t blackmail the monsters, Zoe.” He looked at the list of names. “But this Bo may be our best bet to check and see if they would change us.”
Three weeks later they stood in front of a law office: Robert Jingles, Attorney at Law. “Do you think this is the right move?” Zoe asked Aeron.
Aeron nodded. He looked at his twin. They had been born at the exact same moment. Their parents had a strange sense of humor, his name meant death and Zoe’s meant life; maybe they were destined to discover this world at the loss of their sister. Their sister was the last person who treated them as a child. Even their parents have given them their independence since they were thirteen. They still needed their parents, but the last time they saw their parents was to get their new credit cards and go ‘kiss, kiss’ to the cheek French style and they all went their separate ways. Aeron and Zoe going to Europe and their parents went to only God knows where. They never told their parents that two years ago they were diagnosed with a different genetic terminal disorder, which lead them to find out that their parents had them conceived artificially. Huntington’s. They had no symptoms now but they would as they got older. Their family blood was just bad it seemed. Well, the family karma. Being diagnosed with this was early but not unheard of in this day and age. He knew this was a way to stop everything and get to live. He and Zoe didn’t care about having biological kids or not, they didn’t want spread their bad genes. Marrying right now was not in any type of plans, they were only sixteen. He didn’t verbally answer but he knocked on the door.
Bo looked up from his papers. He liked living in this town. He and Beth were close and after the last few months they had moved into together and were planning marriage. But like Frank had been, he was always missing something. Don’t get him wrong, Frank was very much his son, and Sophie very much like his granddaughter, but things were always missing. The raising and finishing of a child. And Beth felt it as well. He looked up because of the knock. He frowned as nobody was scheduled for today. He saw a couple of teens. “Can I be of assistance?”
Aeron nodded. “May we come in?”
Zoe smiled and looked around in delight at all the law books. She was fascinated by the law and so looked around and kept reaching out to touch but stopped herself.
Bo closed the door and looked at the teens. “How can I help?”
Zoe handed him the will and the manuscript to him. “We want immortality. Not to blackmail you guys or anything, we are never going to publish this, but maybe you can make it a television show script or something and sell it the studios or something.”
“We have Huntington’s.” Aeron stated. “We don’t want to die like that. Not young like this.”
Zoe nodded. “Aeron wanted to be a surgeon and I wanted to be a lawyer, but our illness prevents living. That is why we want to have you help us exist. To be able to live in way. Please?”
Bo looked at them. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen.” They stated together.
Bo sat down. He could have a son like him with Beth’s talent. A daughter like his Beth with his talent. “You like music? Art?”
Aeron laughed. “I live for the sciences, medicine, mental sciences, social sciences and the like.” He smiled.
“I love music, I can play the sax, flute, clarinet, violin, guitar, piano and the drums. I love art. I took a lot of Art History classes for and Art classes. I am going for a double major, English and Art History while being pre-law.” Zoe responded.
Bo nodded. “Let me make a couple of calls and I will get back to you. Until then go and stay at your hotel.”
Both nodded and went to say goodbye, Zoe didn’t want to leave. Aeron wasn’t much better but they could wait a day or two before choosing their next move. After all they would not die the way their illness would have them die.
Bo called Beth and Frank and had them come to the office. It was time for a family meeting. Of course, he knew Frank would bring someone else to the meeting as well. But family was family.
Two days later Bo, Beth, Frank, Sophie, and Frank’s growth named Lucas, knocked on the hotel door of the twins.
Zoe and Aeron looked at the door and swallowed. No matter how ‘independent’ they were, they were only sixteen and a couple of kids. But this was a ticket to a life, to a cure, part curse part blessing. Aeron went to the door and let the group in. “Hello.” He stated and sat down next to Zoe. A sense of family of rightness came over the both of them as soon as the group sat down around them.
Bo smiled. “This is my fiancĂ©, Elizabeth Frankenstein, Beth. Our son Franklin Victor Frankenstein, his daughter Sophie Elizabeth Frankenstein. And this is Frank’s best friend’ he sent a glare at Beth’s snort. “Lucas Richardson.”
Zoe blinked. “Shit! The stores really were real!”
Aeron swallowed. “Werewolf?”
“Yeah,” Lucas smirked. “Alpha one. And this is my pack!” He then grew serious. “And I won’t let anything happen to them.” He flashed his elongated teeth at them.
Frank smacked him in the back of his head. “Behave. They are going to be my siblings, if everything goes right. But with my mom’s and my minds I don’t see how this won’t go right. Just have to do a blood test for the final calculation.”
Beth rolled her eyes as Lucas stood down. “Yes, dears, we have decided to bring you into the family. However, since you are teens the rituals will be a bit different. We will take some blood to see what Monster you will become. What is the best with your illness and such, nothing large.” She took out her doctor bag.
Aeron was at her side and looking into the bag. “What all do you carry? Are you a doctor? What kind of doctor? Do you carry an old fashioned bag as well?”
Beth smiled, “I am a surgeon in this town. I do plastic surgery as well. Frank and I are the go to the for the medical reasons among our clan, so to say. I mean there are packs and clans of different monsters. We really are the only mixed clan. Though Marie Leveau is a bitch, who should be destroyed, she is sadly part of our clan.” Beth winkled her nose.
“So this group Rachel wrote about is the clan and even though she is hated in the end you would help her, it is okay to hate her?” Zoe asked, as Beth took her and Aeron’s blood.
“Yes.” Beth smiled. “Bo and Frank says it makes no sense.”
“It makes perfect sense!” Zoe exclaimed. “She is an evil bitch but she is our clan bitch and nobody messes with one of our clan.” She said as she let Beth take the sample and hand it over to Frank.
Aeron lost interest. “Yeah, yeah. Marie bitch, but our clan. Frank how does this chemical work?” He asked as Frank dropped some onto the blood.
“It checks your DNE to see if you are compatible for the Monster Process, we think would work best. You see, we think you will do well as a skeleton man, much like Bo, that way we can replace your organs and skin every few decades and we can drain you this time ridding you of the disease and give you a mix of mostly blood mixed from the marrow of Bo and my mother. We think Zoe would be good to be a ‘Stein, like mother and I, which would be replacements of all parts but heads every so often. It will involve a complicated procedure but in the end it will be worth it.” Frank held the samples up. “After all then mom and Bo will stop stealing my kid every other night.”
Lucas laughed, “he panics all the time when Sophie isn’t home and we live with Cameron who won’t have an interest in her until she is legal age, and a budding Incubus.”
Beth sighed. “Drake still taking lessons from Vlad?”
Bo nodded. “Good thing too, his whole emo, depressed, days are so totally the 90’s.”
Frank and Lucas laughed. They laughed loud. Lucas fell on the floor laughing. Zoe and Aeron titled their heads. “What is so funny?” They asked together.
“Drake is a Dracul and the original Emo.” Frank explained between gasping breaths.
Aeron and Zoe looked at each other and laughed. It felt like a family. They were happy. They leaned against Bo and Beth. They couldn’t wait to start their new life.
The night of the rituals came. Frank and Beth had set up an operating center in Beth’s basement. A basement built with the dirt from Frankenstein Castle. Zoe’s process was first.
Beth drained half of her blood and half of Bo’s blood mixed with the cells of the marrow. They did the same again after getting a transfusion in preparation for Aeron’s procedure.
            Frank smiled at Zoe. “Now I am going to put you to sleep and remove your head. From there I will wake you up. We will reattach your head as we give your body a full transfusion, then we will send the bolts of electricity through your new bolts. I made them small and easily hidden, if you want to hide them.”
            Zoe smiled as she fell asleep. “Wanna be like my big brother…” She whispered as the world went black.
            The world came back in a blast of white light and she was in pain. She watched as Frank bolted her head back to her body. There was a river of blood on the floor. She couldn’t move her body. Beth looked at her and smiled.
            “Just a jolt and your new life will begin. You changed a bit, that was the point after all.”
            Frank smiled. “You got purple streaks in your hair and yoru skin is a light green and your eyes are now purple. You are gorgeous sis. Now bite down.” He put a strap of leather in her mouth.
            Zoe did as she was told as Beth slammed the power switch and watched as the lightning hit the rod. Thank goodness that tonight was a story might. After three bolts of lightning and blowing three quarters of the generators Beth turned the machine off. And they stood there, their breaths held, waiting for Zoe.
            Zoe blinked. Frank too the leather strap out of her mouth. “Sis?”
            Zoe looked up. She took a deep breath and moved to sit up. It was weird not having a heartbeat, but she smiled. She stood up and hugged Beth and Bo with a whispered mom and dad. She then turned and hugged Frank and Aeron. “Amazing.” She looked at Aeron. “Your turn!”
            Aeron smiled. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
            Beth smiled. “Hop up!”
            Aeron lay down. “Let’s go!”
            Beth smiled. “Now Frank is going to knock you out. I am going to remove your skeleton, and replace your blood and your marrow. During that transfusion of marrow, we will be inserting a concoction of milk thistle, hemlock, belladonna, lily pads, and Adrenaline. You will wake and get yoru bearings. Then we will put your meat suit back on.”
            Aeron nodded. “Cool!”
            Frank smiled and spoke, “see you on the other side!” He administered the anesthesia.
            When Aeron came to he felt naked. He moved to stand up. He looked down and saw nothing but bones. He jumped back in shock. He looked at the others. “What?”
            Bo smiled. “Feel a bit naked?” At Aeron’s nod he laughed. “You get used to it. Let’s walk around a bit.” He held out a hand to help him.
            Aeron saw the blood and stuff on the ground, but paid it no never mind, because he was starting a new life.
            Bo helped him get his bearings for a while, before Frank and Bo grabbed the meat suit. “Changed a bit.” Bo stated.
Aeron smiled. He knew it was a chance, and he was happy, his eyes became golden and his hair turned black. “Awesome.”
            Bo smiled and helped Frank correct and connect Aeron’s original and first meat suit. There you go, son.” Bo stated.
            Aeron looked at him and with a great big smile, he jumped on Bo and hugged him. “Thanks dad.”
            Bo smiled. He had already got Kristoff to take care of the papers and the bio parents. Aeron and Zoe had been told but there was no love lost.
“Welcome Home! Life and Death are yours forever! You are one of us! You are FAMILY!” Beth yelled as she toasted to their new life.