Future Perfect

[Westley]

(This started beteween me and Nusy- we're bringing it to the forum. We need people- but we need them for specific parts- some more specific than others. John, the main char., can speak to ghosts after his near-death experience- but specifically ones he killed. Of course, nobody else can see these, which we hope will lead to an interesting dynamic. Nusy's a doctor at the hospital. We need ghosts- and I'm thinking of cameos from otherworldly beings- Gabriel, the guy with the horns, etc. And as more things come up, we can get more characters. I started to narrate with "I" not he- I tried to do it the right way but kept forgetting, and I think that was works pretty well. Just cuz I do it like that doesn't mean you have to- do it your own way.)

I felt good. he was surrounded by his peers. Fellow law officers. Dealing out justice for the good of the Federation. There was nothing wrong with it- if they didn't want to die, they shouldn't have published. The building was brick, covered with muck and grime and half-finished taggings, and dried blood. two windows, either side of the front door, one more door on the left, in the alley. I took the side door. Placed the charge on the door. I heard the gunfire that would shatter the windows, and he ignited the charge that would destroy the door. I was the first one in, half a second after the flashbangs rendered the inhabitants half blind. The weapon released a liquid flame, setting fire to computers that melted and sparked, to printers that crackled and burned green and thick with ink. The few people in there that weren't taking out by the bullets fell underneath the flame- from the staircase to my left more came down only to find the liquid gas coat their bodies, so even when they turned and ran away, they still burned. There was nothing wrong with it- it was they got for printing lies about the Federation.

My flame died. I switched to lead and headed the back way to see if anyone could escape that way before we got out. I tossed scorched tables aside into the flame. I caught sight of a room to the left. Behind me Jack was there to back me up. I moved into the room. Into armour piercing ammunition from a .45 revolver. my gun shot wildly, bowing out chunks of wall, but all I could do was hold the trigger as I fell, surprised at how much blood there really was.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital. My face hurt, my whole body seemed to be one big bruise. I couldn't tell what was hooked up to what, and i couldn't sit up to look without serious pain. All I saw was a fly buzzing around the white ceiling, and then my eyes closed again.

[Westley]

Nusy's post:

I was wandering around the wards - nothing special to do. It was late in the night, and all my patients were sound asleep. I thought to check one of them - he was a law officer, badly burnt and shot. We tried to regenerate his body in one step, but he was seriously injured, and we had to do it in two steps. My boss decided to not give painkillers to him, but I didn't agree. So I was worried, and went to check him.
I entered voiceless in the ward. His eyes were staring on the ceiling, but by the time I wanted to ask him how he is, he fainted again.
I got a painkiller serum from my pocket and I injected it to him. It was a new, extra-fast one - helps in less than a second. He turned his head, and his eyes slowly opened up.

[Westley]

This time, when my eyes opened, I saw more than white ceiling- I saw people looking down on me- people I recognized, but couldn't put a finger on- all except one person- but no- that couldn't be. It was the last face I saw before I blacked out- the one I saw become riddled with bullets. I blinked. They were gone, and I was seeing things. Great. I sat up- I felt a hell of a lot better and this time it was much easier. I rubbed my eyes and saw another vision- for a second I would've sworn I saw wings. She was a vision in in that white long outfit- her skin was soft and smooth. She was tall but shapely, and long dark black hair that flowed over her skin. She had cold, ice blue eyes that seemed to penetrate me, but at the same time seemed to dare him to do something about it. No. She wasn't an angel- but she may have been mine. On second glance though, her features were actually seemed more elvish- with those ears, those features that were somehow angular yet smooth and refined beyond human capacity. There was something interesting in that profile, a raw power that I felt like I could dive into and never resurface. I pulled my eyes up and tried to get up before letting out a yelp of pain and collapsing to the bed.

[Westley]

This time, when my eyes opened, I saw more than white ceiling- I saw people looking down on me- people I recognized, but couldn't put a finger on- all except one person- but no- that couldn't be. It was the last face I saw before I blacked out- the one I saw become riddled with bullets. I blinked. They were gone, and I was seeing things. Great. I sat up- I felt a hell of a lot better and this time it was much easier. I rubbed my eyes and saw another vision- for a second I would've sworn I saw wings. She was a vision in in that white long outfit- her skin was soft and smooth. She was tall but shapely, and long dark black hair that flowed over her skin. She had cold, ice blue eyes that seemed to penetrate me, but at the same time seemed to dare him to do something about it. No. She wasn't an angel- but she may have been mine. On second glance though, her features were actually seemed more elvish- with those ears, those features that were somehow angular yet smooth and refined beyond human capacity. There was something interesting in that profile, a raw power that I felt like I could dive into and never resurface. I pulled my eyes up and tried to get up before letting out a yelp of pain and collapsing to the bed.

"Nurse," I asked. Insanely hot nurse. "Did you see a couple of people in here a moment ago?"

[Nusy]

Of course I did see the people, though, I couldn't tell it to him. I wouldn't even had had to ask him, I knew what has happened. Since my childhood I could see the past of people, or at least some of the important moments. As I looked into his eyes, all I saw was blood and pain. Actually, I didn't see it - I felt it.
He called me a nurse... I didn't feel hurt. I really got used to it in my beginner years. Those 20th century stereotypes were still in people's minds. Then female doctors were rare, women working in hospials were mostly nurses. So I answered him:
'My name is dr Ana Silvariya, and I'm your cure responsible. Do you know what has happened to you?'
I didn't even wait for his answer.
'You were shot six times, and your body was badly bruised and burnt. We couldn't finish the regeneration process in one step, so tonight you'll have to undergo the second part. though it will remove all the bruises, some of the deeper scars might remain. You'll have to spend here some more days for obesrvation.
'Do you feel any pain now? Or any other problems?'

[Westley]

"You mean besides the pain, exhaustion, confusion, and insanity beginning to creep down my neck? Nope. Nothing." I let my eyes pass over her again, taking in every feature, flaw, and curve- it was the flaws that made someone human- flaws make us who we are just as much as the good parts, flaws are what make us different an unique. Flaws are the greatest attributes that a person can have, our only weapon against oppressive perfection. I looked around again. Flashes of people he once knew flashed before my eyes....

[Nusy]

"Well, good then. As I gave you the highest possible dose, I can't really help about your pain. And as it's getting darker, unfortunately I don't have time to chat about your beginning insanity, as I have to prepare your regeneration."
We always performed regenerations late in the night, as they needed a lot of energy, so in the daytime they would've stopped life in the whole city.
I looked deep into his eyes - they were wonderfully blue, though one had a deep crimson red contact on it. I ran my eyes over him - he was pretty tall, over 6'2", and looked really strong. Almost as an opposite, as her dark blond hair fell on his tanned face, he looked like a suffering boy who just needs comforting. So I soon decided.
"After the regeneration, when you woke up, call me - my beeper goes for that little red button."
I touched his hand, turned, and left the ward as noiseless as I entered. I sat down in the toilet, looked into a mirror and tried to calm down.

[Westley]

She was gorgeous- and- was that his imagination? She seemed to look into his eyes a moment too long. Her words glanced over him- he nodded and all of a sudden the voices and the talking and the violence and hurt didn't seem to be all that bad anymore. He swallowed hard. no- she couldn't leave- he wanted to shout, to call out but he couldn't bring himself to cry out- something seemed to be caught in his throat. So he had to watch her leave, his chest heavier than than lead, rising up and slowly- the perspiration rolling down his side. He looked at the little red button. He pushed it.

[Nusy]

I was still sitting in the toilet, when my beeper rung - it was the law officer, John... My first thought was "he's just too sexy...", but then the doctor came up in me, so I rushed in to see if he's all right. I hoped it was so - some side effects of the painkiller were still undiscovered, and I was a bit afraid for him. Well, not just a bit.
As I entered his darkened ward, I saw that he was all right. But what I saw about his thoughts...... I stepped to the head of his bed. Giving a pat to his face I said:
"No.... you should only rest before the regeneration."
I couldn't resist anymore. I leant to him, and kissed his lips. They were sweet, soft and still powerful.

[Westley]

He was shocked- how the hell did he get so lucky? But one thought dominated his mind- after he left the hospital , how could he survive without her- would she forget him- was he a fling? Was she playing a bad joke on a jerk cop- was she just a tease, torturing him for her amusement? And then he realized- it didn't matter. Not in this moment. He surrendered to it, accepted it, used it. His right hand slid along the outline of her side, sculpting every soft, firm curve. his other arm wrapped around her other side and around her hair, grasping it harshly, his mouth giving into her temptation, following her lead, laying siege to her mouth in the same way he was laying siege to her body, brutally, hungrily, savagely, and mercilessly.

[Nusy]

She got herself out. She was all red, and shaking. She wanted him so badly... but she knew his health would've suffered. She left without a word, and in the same instant, two nurses entered and took him to the operation theater. In a moment, he got the anaesthetics and fell asleep.

An hour later the regeneration was already over, he was expected to wake up. Dr Silvariya finished her shift, and checked herself out. Though, she stayed in the hospital. She was sitting in John's room, waiting for him to wake up. She didn't want to explain anything, she wanted to continue. His eyelids started to move, as he was getting to wake. Ana pushed the opener button on the neck of her outfit. The robes opened up and gently touching her shapes fell on the floor. She stood there and waited for him... it wasn't a long time, but for her it was like ages.

[Iwant2bafencer]

Hey now, get a room. Other than that, lookin good.