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I.E.T.P (Identity Execution Transfer Program) deals with the sensitive issue of capitol punishment, it is fiction and should be viewed that way. I would never condone this type of execution ever! The concept of I.E.T.P is chilling, and yet in some sort of warped way... highly believable, especially when you consider the thoughts that possess the minds of today's leaders. The original idea for I.E.T.P. came from several replies to stories that I and other authors have written. Many authors here on FM have been accused of 'Identity execution'. Sever topics on the Message Board have touched on this as well. I decided long ago, that I would try to come up with an interesting way to completely erase a person's identity. This story uses a murderous criminal sentenced to death for murder, and an innocent youth left brain dead after a freak accident. I.E.T.P., is the result of that process. I hope you enjoy it. - Anon Allsop ****** I.E.T.P. - Identity Execution Transfer Program By Anon Allsop Guilty on all counts...it still rang in my ears as I stared at them in disbelief, as the Judge sat listening to his jury as he slowly rolled his gavel in his big hands. "In all my years of officiating over court cases and criminals such as you, I have NEVER had one who acted is such a callous way. It is the opinion of this court that you are a vile, evil and murderous man who holds all in contempt around you. It has been shown to this court that you in a very premeditated and calculating way, stalked, harassed and finally murdered...one Miss Janet Brownsfield. This court does not care of your sociopath ills, nor does it care how you had been mistreated as a child. You are a nothing more than a vile murderer. Therefore, this court finds you guilty of premeditated murder in the first degree, and sentences you to be enrolled into I.E.T.P." His arm fell and the gavel barked across the still courtroom. Everyone knew that since capital executions were found to be inhuman, this was a considered a just punishment. I sat quietly as he had spoken, then, when his words dawned upon me I threw myself out of my chair and lunged across the shiny oak table. "You son-of-a-bitch!" I screamed. I was quickly surrounded by a hoard of blue uniforms. "You can't do that to me! I'll kill you all..." I struggled with my guards as they pushed me to the floor. I felt one of their knees planted firmly in my cheek as my head became pinned to the carpet; from this vantage point I felt a shadow cross over my eyes...it was the Judge. "I know your record very well...you scum, you've been trouble ever since you became old enough to drive...well, now you're going to pay!" He looked toward the guard kneeling on my face, then back at me. "I hope you enjoy your introduction to this little program; I'm interested to see just how you manage your last 24 hours left on this earth!" He slowly stood up and addressed the guards, "Get this murdering punk out of here!" Roughly I was jerked to my feet and pushed toward a side door. "Yeah...I killed the bitch! And I enjoyed seeing her squirm!" I laughed as they shoved me through the doorway. Just as I made a last glance back, I could see my victim's mother crying into the broad shoulders of her husband. "Shut the hell up, asshole!" I felt a night-stick slam against the side of my head as my world began to spin and slowly go dark. ****** This had to have been the biggest game of the season for the Saint John's Red Raiders football team. They were leading 17 to 14 and just starting the fourth quarter. The crowd on the home field side was loud and boisterous, and their cheerleaders brought them into a frenzy for their team. Each girl had bounced and bounded, tumbling across the blackened track as they all shouted in unison. At one point, the cheerleaders ended their cheer with a larger girl supporting a much smaller one high above their heads; she in turn was holding the feet of two other girls in each hand. As those two dismounted to the cheering of the crowd, they became the spotters for the girl known as the 'flier', who immediately jumped up and did a complete turning flip and landed into the arms of her vigilant spotters. Suddenly, the locked arms of the spotters slipped as the smaller girl landed. She fell to the ground on her back and struck her head, hard against the solid surface of the track, and a small pool of blood formed under her bountiful hair. One of the girls screamed and the cheering crowed gasped, suddenly becoming silent. Only a distant hum of lowered voices could be heard, as each person explained what had just happened to those who hadn't been paying attention. Instantly the football trainer was notified and he ran toward the small throng that had already gathered around the stricken girl. He quickly motioned for the ambulance that had been positioned within the field, as it was always there for emergencies that may happen to players or fans. One paramedic ran across the field carrying his huge first aid kit, as another began to circle the track with the ambulance to where everyone was huddled. The ambulance's lights seemed to flash in unisonto the agonizing heartbeats of everyone inside the stadium. Quickly the paramedics strapped her on a board to protect her from any further injuries, but the young girl remained unconscious. One player had run to the sidelines and stood with his helmet hanging from his hand; as they loaded her still form onto a gurney and strapped it down...all could see that he was crying. The paramedics allowed the girl's mother to enter the ambulance, while the father ran for the parking lot followed closely by her younger sister. The young man in the football uniform hung his head and buried his face in his hands as the remaining cheerleaders sought to console him. The ambulance began its way toward the opening in the gate where it would take it toward the highway, followed closely by a speeding car containing her father and sister. The wailing sound of the siren slowly faded into the distance. The big defensive end was so distraught from what had happened, that he couldn't continue...the coach knew that in this young gladiator's heart, he wanted to follow his girlfriend. Sadly, the coach motioned toward one young man, and tossed him his car keys. Soon both the player and assistant manager were darting across the field and heading toward the locker room. ****** I sat and glared at the technician sitting across the table from me; he was obviously uncomfortable with his close proximity of a convicted murderer. He nervously fiddled with his pen as he waited for my guard to finish connecting me to the chair. A large strip of duct tape was secured to my face preventing me from talking, "It isn't the most attractive method to keep inmates silent...but it is effective," laughed the guard, as he left the room. I could see him assume his vigilant position by the door. I looked from him to the little mousy man seated opposite me. "You are the first case to come into this program, so it will suffice to say that you will be attached to the numeral '1' from this point onward." He waited to see my response. I lurched toward him but was easily held at bay by my bonds. Satisfied with my restraints, he continued, "You have been tested and given a clean bill of health, so your introduction into I.E.T.P. will be able to continue." I mumbled against the tape, causing the man to smile, "I can very well guess what you are saying...what IS I.E.T.P. anyway?" He tapped his pen against his notepad, then wrote down a few notes before speaking. "I.E.T.P. are the initials for Identity Execution, Transfer Program." He grinned and leaned back waiting for any kind of response. "You see, Number 1, your actual life existence will be removed...along with all of your other useful body organs. In life, you took away the very Identity of the woman you murdered...had we found her body soon enough, you would have replaced the one you stole. Sadly, your setting fire to her corpse had destroyed that potential possibility from ever happening." He stood up and began to move about the room, and I followed him with my angry eyes. "How does it feel, Number 1? How does it feel to know that every part of you that is useful to mankind will be...in essence, harvested and given to those who truly need. Yes, it's hard to believe that anyone would find something of yours to be useful to an innocent citizen." I glared at him... 'How dare he even suggest this bad attempt at science fiction?' I thought to myself. "We have come a very long way with our advances in Transfer Medicine. With recent developments, we feel reasonably sure that we can move on to the next step." He smiled and leaned against the table facing me, knowing that our close proximity was a direct attempt to anger me. "And...well, if you do die during the transfer...we'll still have all of your useful organs. Either way, losing you will be no great loss!" I tried to reach up and grab him, I wanted nothing more than to strangle the life from his body! However, the bonds firmly held me, and prevented me from feeling his scrawny neck snap under the strength of my grasp. He sat there smugly, driving me into a rage that only left me shaking with pent up anger and frustration. "Let me give you some possible examples..." He crossed the room and began to count off on his outstretched fingers, "An accident victim is blinded by a blow to the optic center of the brain. Then that portion of your brain becomes a donor organ to repair their damage...why anyone would want a part of your brain is beyond me," he hissed, growing more confident of my restraints. I again tried to lunge at him, so he struck me hard across the face. The burn I felt matched my seething hatred for this little man. "Your life has become nothing more than a cornucopia of organs for people who really appreciate life...in essence you give us all what we want and need." He paused for effect, "...your death, and the vast myriad of useful organs that are currently maintained within your putrid earthly shell. I would suggest that if you have a God...you pray to him now!" He swiftly turned and left the room, closing the door quickly behind himself. Slowly the guard reappeared and unlocked the bond that was holding me still. I began to struggle so he sprayed pepper spray into my eyes just before slugging me hard into the stomach. Through blurry tear- filled eyes I saw two other guards come in and wrestle me to the ground, with one move I had pushed them off smashing the desk that the little weasel had used. That guard quickly regained his stance and swung hard...again, darkness enveloped me as I felt my body slowly slump to the floor. ****** The distraught family sat huddled in the waiting room as the door swung open admitting a young man with a very worried face. "Come on in, Quin...we haven't heard any news yet." The older man patted the taller youth on the shoulder. "Emily would be glad to know you're here." The boy towered over the girl's father, but his gentle heart was what attracted Emily to him. With tears in his eyes he gave the mother a long hug, and she sobbed silently into his strong shoulder. The father broke the silence, "It'll be okay, just wait and see." The boy stood back up to his full 6'6" height. "Did she ever regain consciousness?" His eyes darted between each of the adults hopefully. "No...she never did," her mother sighed sadly as she hugged her youngest daughter, "all we know is what we heard when they brought her in..." The man continued on for her, as he saw his lovely wife choking from emotion. "The paramedics said that she has a severe blunt force trauma to her head and wasn't responding. I heard one of them saying that she may be brain dead." He looked down at the floor and clenched his jaw to keep from crying. Each of them could see the young man's shoulders deflate, as he took in the sad news. With tear-filled eyes he retreated to the window, leaned against it, and cried. The little girl followed, and hugged him about the waist, "She'll be okay, Quin...I just know it!" He looked down at her innocent little face and scooped her up in his arms and hugged her, his tears falling gently into her golden hair. Slowly the door to the little room opened up and a very somber looking doctor stepped in followed by an elderly man carrying a Bible. The family could tell from their expressions that the news that they carried would be very grim. "I...have bad news..." The doctor crouched near the mother and took her hand in his, "Your daughter...from her fall, is...clinically dead. She never regained consciousness..." He looked toward her father, who nodded his thanks for trying all that they could. "I'm sorry..." He could stand it no more, he was a father, too, and this family's grief was hitting too close to home. He stood up choking back his tears, nodded toward the Minister and quickly exited the room. Emily's mother sat horrified at the news, an almost silent cry stuck in her throat. Her tear-filled eyes slowly flooded over as she held on to her husband and little daughter. Then she regained her voice and screamed a long wailing cry that pierced the heart of everyone who was within earshot...such was her grief. The young man tried to remain stoic by clenching his jaw and blinking his tears away. Eventually he could no longer do so, then he buried his face into his hands and cried as he never had before. The father sank back into the chair in stunned silence, deep in his own thoughts... remembering his daughter's happy smile only a few short hours ago. The little girl stood, leaning against the window, pressing her forehead into the glass as her little tears fell like rain onto the sill below. Their grief was broken by the voice of the Minister who said softly, "Shall we pray?" ****** I sat and reflected upon my past, while I waited for the clock to tick away my time left on this earth. I had been an asshole for the better part of my life. I had lied, cheated, stolen...and yes, murdered. It was time to pay my due; I deserved to die. Still, even though I realized that what I had done in the past was wrong, it made me feel a bit better knowing that some poor sap out there would benefit from my passing. True, they were going to harvest all of my organs and in essence, let me die on the table. But it still gave me a slight bit of comfort knowing that somehow...I would live on, even if it was through others. I realized that in only a few short hours, I would be no more. I could accept that. Slowly I ground out my cigarette and flipped the butt toward the wall, if I had only tried to do some good with my life instead of being a hard ass...maybe I would have amounted to something. I leaned against the wall and looked around me. It was a standard room without windows. I could tell that they had moved me out of my cell because this room had a clinic feel to it, sort of like a hospital. In my hand I held a paper that had been left behind by whoever dumped me into the bed. I wondered just what the hell I.E.T.P. would mean to me, because the paper only had a brief synopsis of what I.E.T.P. was all about. It still dumfounded me as to why they would leave this stinking paper behind, when they were basically going to destroy me anyway. Unless, of course, it was to get me to thinking about what lay ahead for me. Just below the logo were the words in smaller print, Identity Execution Transfer Program. The Identity Execution was pretty plain to see...once they harvested what organs they felt were useful, the execution was pretty complete. All that would be left was just the shell of what I was. I didn't like the thought of my Identity being executed, that would be like I had never existed. The transfer part was very easy to grasp, once gone, everything that was useful would be passed out like I was some stinking welfare program for the terminally ill?oh hell, what do I care...I'm going to die anyway. I wondered what is would be like to 'move on', to cease to exist. While others would see with my eyes, would I know? I hoped that whoever ended up with my organs would appreciate what I had given up for them. "Oh...what the hell, you dumb bastard..." I angrily growled at myself, "In a few short hours you're going to be shaking the hand of Satan himself...'cause that's where you're going!" I wadded the paper into a small ball and tossed it against the wall, then watched it roll back, almost to where I was sitting. I heard a sound just outside my door, then I glanced at the fat chain that held me tethered to the wall. Had that not been there, I would have made my break...or be shot trying. I could hear a huge lock being manipulated as the door finally creaked open. "We need to get you prepped for the program." I could have knocked his freaking grin right off of his face. "I thought I had a few more hours...you little shit!" I tested my chain and caused him to back away. "You're damn lucky I've got this on...or you'd be dead where you stand, right now!" "We can do this the easy way...or the hard way..." He removed a box that had a pistol like grip on the end and pointed it at me. I watched a guard slowly move around me and began to unlock the chain. I waited for the chain to fall, then I shoved him hard. I had only made a move toward the little asshole, when I watched two little wires shoot from the weapon he held and attach themselves to me. Almost as soon as they had become attached, I had a huge electrical current course through my system, firmly planting my tongue to the roof of my mouth! I fell into a crumpled heap on the floor as all my motor functions seemed to melt away. "Fool!" the man said as the guards rolled me onto a stretcher. With pained eyes I watched each light pass overhead as they carried me toward another room. I was unceremoniously dumped onto a gurney and strapped down. "You know, Number 1, I would like to say that I've enjoyed your company...but that would be lying." I could only look around as he readied his equipment, "How does it feel knowing you only have about an hour to live?" He laughed as he tightened a strap across my forehead. I could hear another person enter the room and walk around to the little weasel. "We have found recipients for all his organs, Doctor, I have even had a request for a portion of his brain," the male voice advised. My eyes widened in fear as what he said, soaked in. Then the weasel spoke, "You have got to be shitting me! Who in their right mind would want part of his sick brain?" "Beats me...all I was told to do was let you know," I heard him laugh as he left. "Well, interesting..." the doctor wondered aloud, "No matter. Ever since we started to develop this program, we knew that this may be a possibility...we have added little features to maintain its credibility." He held out a little flat clear disk. "Once this has been inserted, then what's left of your brain will comply with whatever body you're in," he laughed and sat it back down out of my range of vision. "Anytime you try doing something out of the ordinary in your host body...you will receive a sharp unbearable pain that will...let's say...convince you to change your ways." He hummed silently to himself, while he continued to prep for whatever they were about to do. "You know the strange thing, Number 1? I couldn't figure out why they didn't apply those disks when you punks were growing up...that would've stopped you." He laughed, "But then, we wouldn't be able to fill these large organ lists without you guys out there screwing up...now would we?" He continued laughing and then added, "The best irony of it all...you will still be haunted by the cloudy memory of your past deeds as you live out the next few months...that is, until your brain slowly matches the body we'll be putting it into." He slid a silver tray over my chest loaded with his instruments, I could hear others walking down the hall. "This WILL be the first day of the rest of your life." He laughed as I heard the door swing open. "Sir, the host body is prepped and ready, Control says not to forget the behavior disks...he said to set them to maximum," one voice spoke. I could feel my stomach churn as I silently said a prayer in my head. "I guess we're ready, Number 1." He laughed, "...and 45 minutes early! Lucky you!" I felt a jab in my arm and a sudden hot burning sensation as it slowly spread outward, "Say nighty-night...scum!" I could feel my consciousness slowly being ebbed from my body, I was going to die...I would cease no more. Why did I have to kill that poor woman...all for a lousy $48.00! My eyes closed slowly, as I was enveloped in the deepest darkness of my entire life. ****** A young man stood leaning against the glass windows facing high over the street, his sadness engulfing him. Were one to see, his eyes were filled with the tears of a love lost. He slowly blew out in a vain attempt to regain his composure. He didn't realize what she meant to him...not until it was too late. He looked over his shoulder as the Minister was speaking softly to the family, Quin had moved away to allow them privacy, even though they asked him to stay. He had to be alone...he had to think. The little girl was hugging her mother, and the poor child's eyes were red from crying. Both parents' hearts were heavy, knowing full well the arrangements that had to be made and the horrible calls that would have to come. All heads turned as a door slowly swung open, a small bearded man dressed in a lab coat poked his head in. "Are you the parents of Emily Keys?" The minister stood up and stepped away from the grieving couple. "We are...we...ah...our daughter..." The man broke down and turned his head into his wife's shoulder who was also crying. Slowly the little group was approached by the tall youth, who had composed himself enough that he felt he could answer this man's simple questions for the family. "Hi...I'm Quin. I...uh, dated Emily." He looked at her parents who were still crying, "Look sir, they are really upset. Can this wait...until later?" He used his large body to shield the doctor from the couple. Quin looked down at the little girl who had suddenly appeared at his side. "You don't understand..." The doctor tried to look around the boy toward the girl's parents, "I believe we can still save her...if we hurry!" Quin spun around and faced the parents, "This doctor...thinks he can save Emily!" His voice was tinged with both hope and disbelief. "Just what are you saying? I thought Emily was dead!" Her father stood up and approached the doctor. "Is it possible?" He shot a hopeful glance toward his wife. "Technically, she IS dead, if it were left alone to nature...but we have science on our side...and Transfer Medicine. I really believe we can help Emily." The mother rushed to the doctor, "By all means necessary...then help our daughter Emily! Help my little girl!" "Of course, we will need to make all of the necessary papers ready for you. The procedure that she will undergo is risky and she still could die...if that's the risk you wish to take." His eyes darted from each parent and then to the youth. Mr. Keys stepped around his wife and exclaimed, "My God, man, if you have the ability to bring her back...then, please...please bring our daughter back to us! The small man could see that the family was grasping at this one small sliver of hope that he offered, so he smiled back at them. "Yes, then...I'll get my medical transition team started right away." He began to leave, then he turned and said, "I will send the papers you will need to sign right away...as soon as I return to my office." As he began to walk out of the room, he removed a cell phone from his pocket and quickly punched in a number. "Dr. Ainsworth, we can begin the procedure...yes, of course...we have a host!" He quickly rushed down the hall leaving all inside in stunned silence. Quin watched him rushing away as the great wooden door slowly closed, then realized that there were more questions that needed to be asked. He threw aside the door and raced down the hallway, quickly caught up to the doctor, and jogged along beside him. "What do you mean...saying that we have a host?" Even for as long as Quin's stride was, he found it hard to keep up with the quickly walking man. "Please, Doctor, we need answers. The family needs answers!" The doctor looked up at the tall youth, "Young man, if you follow me...I'll fill you in on our procedure...but only what you will need to know." He pushed his way into another long hall, "This revolutionary program is most futuristic and will change the very way we think about medicine and surgical procedures. It is shrouded in great secrecy, so all you need to know is your dear Emily is in very capable hands." "That's all we ask, Doctor," the young man replied smiling weakly, a slight pang of hope filling his sad heart. ****** A short, balding man left the operating room and pulled his bloodied surgical gloves from his hands. Walking with him was another doctor. "That went pretty well...wouldn't you say?" "Remarkably well...is the host body ready?" He glanced toward the clock, "We only have 7 hours and 30 minutes to attach the portion to the host." "That's more than enough to be successful. With our advanced procedures, we should have it all wrapped up in a little over 5 hours." They turned into another operating room and were quickly surrounded by a team of nurses, each removing their soiled clothing, and replacing it with clean ones, while both doctors began to scrub. "How old?" questioned the balding man. "The host?" The young doctor seemed confused. "Yes, the host...how old?" The younger doctor could sense his counterpart's frustration. "16...the host is only 16." The balding doctor stopped in mid scrub, raising his eyebrows. "Only 16? The supplier has to be somewhere close to 30 years old...this could be mighty interesting." He smiled as he continued to wash. The younger doctor paused and dried his hands, "Well, if that interests you, I've been told that the host is...a girl." The balding doctor laughed aloud, "Ha! Someone will be surprised if this succeeds! Go out as an almost thirty-something year old murderer...and come back as a teenage girl." He began to chuckle softly. "Talk about Karma coming back to haunt you." "Oh...it's better than that!" The older doctor turned and replied, "this will be very interesting. The girl...is a cheerleader!" That brought a laugh from the older man. "That's even better! What could be even more feminine than a cheerleader?" The doctors continued laughing and walked into the operating room. "Aren't you unsure of putting a killer's brain into the body of a helpless young girl...even if it's only a small portion? Isn't it possible that she may take on some of those characteristics?" The young doctor paused at the doorway. "Only in theory; however, the receiver implant disks will take care of that. We will be injecting all of her closest friends and family with microscopic transmitters. Then anytime she nears one of the family members, or a friend...she gets a pleasant sensation. If she tries to do anything that would be out of character for the host...the implant will create a very painful response. That way, she is trained and develops as WE see fit. Besides, it's only a portion of his brain and not the whole thing." His smile was wide as he let the door close behind him. The younger man wasn't convinced. "Who controls the disks...what lets them know whether she should get either a pleasant sensation from something or pain?" "A very powerful program has been written and keeps adapting itself to different sensations she encounters...a kiss from her boyfriend, a hug from family, even seeing a cute animal would give her a pleasant response...depending the source, we can elevate the pleasure centers of her brain or lower them." The older doctor pulled a mask over his head and looked down at the subject. "So we can pretty much control everything she's feeling...from here on out?" The younger man said while placing his neuron microscope over his eyes. "No, unfortunately the antibodies that fight off diseases will keep attacking it the whole time it is implanted, so the life of the implant is only around three years. But it should be sufficient enough to train the subject." He turned to see all of the team had readied themselves and had gotten into position. Nodding to the younger doctor across from him he closed his eyes for a moment and then held out his hand. "Scalpel..." ****** Quin walked back into the little room; he had been gone for almost an hour. Both of the parents were nervously waiting his return. "What did he say? You two left so quickly that we weren't sure where you went." Quin sighed, "Well, he already told us that the operation would be risky...what he didn't say was that Emily wouldn't exactly be the same." Both her mother and father exchanged worried glances. "What are you saying, Quin?" her father asked, "What do you mean...wouldn't exactly be the same?" Quin bit at his lip. "Emily's brain activity was dead, they told us that much...clinically she was deceased. According to the doctor, they are going to 'jump start' her brain and resuscitate it back to life," he stated, repeating almost word for word what the doctor had told him. "Like Frankenstein?" her mother asked covering her mouth in horror. "No..not really, the doctor said it would be like...jumpstarting the heart or something to that effect." He looked toward the little girl. "I don't care how they do it...I want my sister back...I want Emily!" A shadow of a determination crossed her delicate features. "He said that she would have problems remembering, like she had amnesia." Quin jostled the little girl's hair, "...And, she might not remember us...either." Her mother sat down hard, "I carried her for nine months...how could she NOT remember her own mother?" "He just said it was possible, Mrs. Keys." Quin crouched down and patted her hand. "At least there's a chance we could have her back." "But what about you, Quin?" The little girl hugged Quin, "What if she forgets you?" He smiled and gave her a tender squeeze, "Well then, I'll just have to make her love me all over again, then won't I!" "When will we know?" Mr. Keys asked. "Did he tell you that?" "He just said it was possible, Mrs. Keys." Quin crouched down and patted her hand as the woman contemplated what was about to happen. "At least there's a chance we could have her back," he said, smiling. He relayed what the doctor told him. "They're going to have to rush her in right away...The doctor gave these forms to me for you to sign. " Quin handed to Mr. Keys the papers the doctor had given him. "He said that the surgery would be over in a few hours...but we won't be able to see her until sometime tomorrow. He did say that he would advise us upon completion of the surgery." His eyes darted between them both, "That is, If she survives the operation." The little girl piped up, "She'll survive...she has to...we're talking about 'OUR' Emily." The other three all nodded, each deep in their own worried thoughts. ****** I could hear faint a beeping in my ear as people were talking in hushed tones, but their sounds were undistinguishable to my ears. Slowly I began to try and wake myself up when I heard far off, "She's waking up, doctor." "Lie still, child..." He leaned across the bed and tapped on the IV tube, "Advise Doctor Ainsworth that the subject is waking up." I could feel him move around to the other side of the bed. Through a half-opened eye, I saw him raise up his glasses and study the printouts from the monitor. "Excellent....excellent...we couldn't have asked for a more successful start to our program!" He smiled at the nurse, as I fought to keep my eyes open. "Ah, Doctor Ainsworth...her blood pressure is perfect! I think we have a success on our hands!" He patted the doctor on the back with his free hand. With my eyelids closed, I sensed a shadow cross over me...suddenly one eye was pried open and a brilliant light danced across my pupil, almost blinding me. He moved quickly to the other one and let it fall shut, I could still see the glaring spot firmly ingrained in my memory. "Pupils appear normal, dilating perfectly!" He turned toward the younger doctor at his side, "Let her family know...the operation appears to have been a success. However, they will still have to wait the customary 48 hours to be certain." I could hear someone quickly leave the room. "Once you have the family together...give them the inoculation." He exchanged a glance with the other knowing doctor. "Her training will begin tomorrow." ****** Each member of the family was deep within their own thoughts as the door suddenly swung open, and a younger doctor with short black hair stepped in. "I'm Doctor Uhlir. I assisted in the surgery of your daughter, Emily." He smiled and shook Mr. Keys's hand gently. "How is our daughter?" Emily's mother asked. "Well, I'm happy to say that the surgery went fine...she is showing weak, but normal, brain patterns. The next 48 hours will be most crucial. I won't beat around the bush, Ma'am...the procedure that your daughter just underwent has never been attempted before. If we can keep her brain from swelling...I think we'll be in the clear." He looked toward his clipboard, "All of her vital signs check out perfectly...her excellent physical condition has helped us out tremendously!" Mr. Keys hugged his wife and then turned to the doctor, "When can we see her?" "We need to administer a shot to all of you, so that you won't spread any infections on to Emily, after that...a day or so...she can have other visitors. I have the inoculations ready, if you wish to get that over with right now, it might be for the better, knowing that it may take some time to get into your bloodstreams." He held 4 syringes on a tray, and each one clearly marked: Father, Mother, Sister, Boyfriend. The Doctor looked up, "Who will be first?" Quin stepped closer, pulling up his sleeve, "I guess I will be." After only a few minutes the doctor was finished, and he placed all spent syringes onto the tray, "We have a room for all of you ("you all"? is this a Southern town? :) )to rest in, just down the hall...if you'll follow me..." He turned and was followed by the family. They walked down the hallway a little distance, where he pushed open a door. "We will notify you when you'll be able to see her." He smiled and nodded, then turning, he slowly walked on down the hall. ****** Quin tossed and turned for the better part of the evening. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he could see that it was after 1:00 a.m. He sat up and swung his legs onto the floor, then he silently stood. Each family member was sleeping on either a chair or a fold out couch. Using only the light filtering through a small window, he silently slipped across the room and out the door. He strolled for a few feet where he located a water fountain; he bent down and took a long refreshing drink of the cool water. As he remained drinking, he was passed by two nurses. "I tell you, it's like science fiction...It's just impossible to believe!" the first nurse said. "Tell me about it! They did all of that to her, and you would expect some type of complications...but nothing! It's almost a miracle!" exclaimed the second nurse. "You're kidding me...no complications? What about her motor functions?" again the first nurse spoke. "As far as I know, everything is working perfectly...she has feeling in both hands and feet. Doctor Ainsworth said that she was able to move each limb slightly! He thought she would have even better mobility, once the swelling goes down." "That's impressive...can you believe how much he'll revolutionize this type of medicine?" Quin began to wonder if they were talking about Emily and from the corner of his eye he continued to watch them pass. As they walked out of earshot, Quin stood up and slowly followed them; he wondered if they were headed to Emily's room. But they turned down a hallway and stopped at the nurses' station where they collected their coffee cups, and headed into a small side room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Quin quickly ran toward the desk and saw a chart stating, 'Room 343 - Emily Keys'. Quietly, he slipped down the hall and began to seek out her room. After only a few minutes of searching, he came to her door. Slowly he pushed the heavy door open. Peering inside, he could see little in the subdued light filtering in from outside. Quin quickly stepped in and closed the door, then he quietly moved to the foot of her bed and sought out her small hand. Gently he lifted her slender, dainty fingers to his lips and kissed them. "God, Emily, I thought I lost you!" he whispered as tears of hope began to roll softly down his handsome face. He gently brushed a stray blonde hair away from her face and tenderly kissed her soft cheek, "You just rest, Emily. I'll be here when you wake up." He slowly turned around and sought out a chair in the darkness, pulling it up behind him. There, he took a seat and waited patiently for his Emily to awaken. Using his free arm, he gradually rested his head and fell asleep, holding the hand of the girl he loved. ****** Slowly I opened my eyes, the darkness of the room actually helping them quickly become adjusted to the soft moonlit night. A slight opening in the drapes within my window allowed a thin shaft of the moon's reflected light to pierce the darkness. I looked up from my prone position, and I saw above me an IV which trailed out the clear tubes all the way down to the back of my right hand. I could feel the pain there as I attempted to move my arm, in the background...I could hear the faint beep...beep of a heart monitor. I tried to remember what I had done to become hospitalized, but my memory was somehow failing me...I only knew that I was here, in this room, at some medical facility. I gently began to move my toes, I could see a dim shadow of them moving as I did...at least I wasn't paralyzed. I moved my head to the side and could just make out the shadows of flowers resting on a table just out of reach, next to it lay a telephone and a box of Kleenex. "Who would send me flowers?" I wondered. I felt a twitch on my hand, it almost made me jump. I raised my head up and tried to see what was there. I could only make out a form, but couldn't distinguish who or what it was. I tried moving my fingers but they were confined within the darkened shadow resting next to me...I felt a strange comforting feeling, but for the life of me, I couldn't explain why. Again, I tried to pull my hand away from its confinement but was rewarded with a very sharp stabbing pain deep within my head. I immediately stopped my efforts as just trying to pull my hand away was causing me such great pain. I sat and stared at the form for almost 5 minutes, connecting shapes within my mind, until I had what I thought was a mental picture which rested next to me. I could just make out the heavy, deep breathing of a person sleeping. I raised up my head to get a better look, and I noticed that the person had shorter hair combed to the side. I watched, as they stirred within their sleep, and begin to raise its head. I tightly closed my eyes so they wouldn't know I had been awake, and yet, hoping that they would. I could feel them stretch even though my eyes were closed as if I were sleeping, a soft groan could be heard as they arrived at the apex of their stretch. From the sound they were making I could tell that it was male...a young man would be my guess. I wasn't sure who this person was, but I knew that I didn't need to fear him. If he wanted to hurt me, he could have done so while I slept. I just hoped that he would reveal himself before I had to actually speak to him. He gathered my fingers up, gently kissed them, and rested his head against the hand he was holding. I wanted to open my eyes and see who this fellow was, but I still needed to maintain my silence in hopes of him divulging his identity. He took in a deep sigh that had a tinge of emotion as he again kissed my fingers, his touch caused my heart to race. I could hear him whisper for a moment before I realized that he was praying, "...I couldn't stand to lose her; Lord, please help Emily...I love her." I opened my eyes a tiny bit, so I could see who this person was. Why was he praying for an Emily...over me? I could see the reflection of tears against his cheek as he used his sleeve to wipe them away, but without releasing my hand. His soft sobs tore at my heart and made me feel for the young man crying at my bedside. A hot and tender tear splashed on my finger, I couldn't explain why...but I felt such an abounding joy that I thought I would burst! It had been a very long time since someone had last cried for me. Looking through half-closed lids, I watched as the dimly reflected light from that tear danced its way slowly down my hand. Once the young man realized that his tear had fallen on me, he gently wiped it away. He slowly lowered his head to rest against the bed, where he finally released my hand. His arms were folded under him as he gently and softly cried, and I could feel a little tear roll down my cheek, in sympathy for him. With an almost reflexive action, I took my hand and began to gently touch the back of his head, as more and more tears rushed uncontrollably from my eyes. I couldn't explain what I was feeling at that moment; I was happy AND sad at the same time. Gradually, his head began to lift up and turn toward mine. As he did, his sadness changed almost instantly into one of extreme happiness. His tears quickly transformed from those of sadness, into those of joy as he reached up and brushed aside a hair that had strayed into my face. "They told us you had died!" he whispered. "Do I look dead?" I replied, softly. He stood up and leaned over me, "I was so scared..." I could see tears still streaming down...he was even making me start to cry again. He bent down and tenderly kissed my tear away. I tried to pull my head back, but again the searing pain shot across my aching skull. I relaxed again and the pain dulled. But as his kisses methodically worked toward my mouth, I tensed up and the pain once again increased. He mistook the tears of my pain with tears of joy, as he began to smother me with even more soft, gentle kisses. I tried to force the thought of having this young man kiss me completely out of my head. Once I was able to do so, it didn't seem so bad. In fact, I surprised myself by feeling indifferent about it. It seemed to me that the less I fought with him, the more it pleasured me that he continues. Finally, when he broke from his kisses, he held my face only inches from his. I drank in his blue eyes while he stared intently at my face, "I was so scared that you'd die...I couldn't live without you, Emily." I tried to speak but couldn't form the words as my bottom lip trembled. He slowly moved in and kissed me again. His kisses were doing very strange things to me...things that I have never had happen before! My whole body was tingling from head to toe, until he slowly backed away. He lowered his head again and kissed my hand, then tenderly caressed my cheek. I felt myself smiling at him but couldn't explain why...it just felt right. Finally, he again seated himself and entwined his fingers with mine; it was then that I noticed just how small my hands were when I compared them to his. As the light hit them, it was almost as if they had a shiny surface to my fingernails...they may have been painted, but I couldn't remember if I had ever painted my nails before. He sat smiling and looked lovingly at me as he folded his arm underneath his head. Slowly he lowered his head to where my hand was able to touch his face. What light that entered into the room was able to gently fall across his face and my legs. I began to absent-mindedly trace around his cheek and mouth...each time I passed his lips he would kiss my finger. I felt him move his arm to better adjust his head for his own comfort. I couldn't explain the feeling of peace that I experienced at that moment. I should have been screaming from having him kiss and hold me like he had...but it felt normal to have him do that! I ran my hand up into his dark hair while he closed his eyes once again. The more that my hand kept repeating the tender touch within his hair, and on his face, the more his head lowered with the onset of sleep. He smiled as he slept, his body growing heavy he fell deeper and deeper within his slumber. With each twitch, I realized that his hand was laying upon my left thigh. I could feel the heat from his body warming me, even though I knew that although the proximity of his hand on my body should trouble me, its pleasure didn't seem to matter as I also began to drift into a restful sleep. ****** Dr. Ainsworth led the small party down the long corridor, then paused at the door. "Your daughter is in here sleeping comfortably, you may go in...but please try not to excite her. I will need to discuss her surgery with my colleagues. I'll probably need to talk to you later, after you have spoken with Emily." He nodded toward them as he slowly pushed the door open and allowed Mr. and Mrs. Keys to step inside, closely followed by their youngest daughter. Mrs. Keys tapped her husband on the arm, "Well, now we know where HE went." The doctor shook his head in response, then closed the door quietly behind the little group. Mrs. Keys halted her husband and daughter while they stood at the end of the bed, and softly she whispered to Mr. Keys, "He really does love her, doesn't he?" Mr. Keys nodded as she continued, "I think it may have brought them closer." Mr. Keys shot his wife a horrified look, and whispered back. "If that boy gets any closer, we'll be changing our grandchild's diaper!" Mrs. Keys smiled broadly at her husband's paranoia, and squeezed his hand, forcing a wry smile from his worried face. In silence, they watched on as the young couple slept, Quin sleeping peacefully, his hand resting on her leg. She had her left hand gently laying on his head, her long graceful fingers entwined in his hair. Mrs. Keys stepped across and gently kissed Emily on the forehead, and her Father quickly followed. At the same moment as they kissed their beautiful daughter, Quin woke up. He was startled to see the whole family staring at him...it wasn't really him they were concerned with, but rather where his hand was laying. He looked down to see what they were all looking at, and it dawned to him that his hand was resting on her leg. "Oh...crap...uh, it's not what you think!" he stammered, "I...uh...fell asleep!" "We know that, son." Mr. Keys responded with a 'Just don't let it happen again' look. Quin lowered his eyes in embarrassment. Quin slowly stood up, tenderly touching her slender fingers as she slept. "I spoke to her last night. I think she recognized me!" The young man forced a smile, as the two adults beamed with delight of his good news. "At least, I think she remembered me." Mrs. Keys held her daughter's hand and smoothed out her blonde hair, "We almost lost her...if it weren't for Dr. Ainsworth..." She began to cry, her tears falling into the golden hair of the sleeping girl. "Uh...I'll wait outside, so you can be alone with her." Quin gently bent down to kiss her forehead, then hesitated, instead kissing her tenderly on her lips. Slowly her eyes fluttered and opened, revealing the crystalline blue eyes that were known to pull people in. "Just like Sleeping Beauty..." gasped Brandy. ****** The team of doctors and high ranking law enforcement officials surrounded the long conference table. After a few moments, Doctor Ainsworth stood and approached the head of the table. "Gentlemen...and Ladies." He nodded at the only two females within the room, "I.E.T.P. is a complete success!" The entire body smiled and began to clap. After the applause died down, he continued, "The criminal known as Sonny Belser was entered into I.E.T.P Monday morning at 12:21, and pronounced dead at 12:57. He will be known from this moment forward as Number 1, since he was our first...uh...donor. Now, thanks to I.E.T.P. and Number 1, we have saved the lives of almost 100 persons around the country." He paused as a round of applause was heard from the small body of physicians and law enforcement. After a few moments of waiting he began to speak, causing those clapping to subside. "Virtually every part of Number 1 had been utilized somewhere within the medical field. The heart went to an injured father of four in Connecticut, and the pancreas went to a diabetic girl at the University of Indiana. I could go on, but suffice it to say that many have been helped by just one donor. We must continue this program. Within our prisons, there are thousands of people like Number 1, who in the past were electrocuted or injected to death every day...I.E.T.P. will put an end to that, and give innocent citizens a chance to live normal, happy, and productive lives." He nodded as another round of clapping began. Doctor Ainsworth held his hands up to quiet the little group, "Now then, are there any questions?" "We don't have that much time, Doctor!" Ainsworth's aide gently whispered into his ear. "Fine...fine, only one then. Yes, Dr. Case." Ainsworth motioned for her to stand. A small woman stood up and laid her pen next to her notes, "I have been advised that you used...part of, or all of, Number 1's brain as a means to repair a dead child's injury. Is this true?" She pulled her notes around to where she could better see them. "That child was a female...and only 16 years old. Aren't you even remotely concerned by the ramifications that this transfer may cause, by putting a known murderer's brain into that of a young child?" A murmur could be heard as she waited for her answer. Dr. Ainsworth stopped his aide from interceding in his behalf, "Dr. Case, it is true that we have used a portion of Number 1's organ to repair the damage done to this young and innocent child. It is also true that there could be ramifications to the well being of the child...if..." He held up his hand to quiet the crowd of concerned doctors, "...if...we didn't implant the behavior modifiers into that brain." "Behavior modifiers?" questioned Dr. Case. "I'm glad you asked, Doctor Case...I'm glad you asked." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled a small flat disk out, and held it up. "This is what Doctor Case is wondering about! We have implanted this into the brain of Number 1, and have set the predetermined ranges of the implant. This is what will control the child until the modifications to the behavior have been finished." He placed it into Doctor Case's hand which she in turn passed it to the next doctor. "How does it work?" asked one of the members from law enforcement. Doctor Ainsworth nodded to him, "These modifiers have been programmed to emit either a pleasurable wave directly into the brain or...it can emit great pain. The normal day-to-day routine has been programmed into this disk so the brain will be steered into knowing the normal right from wrong that goes along with this body. In more precise words, even though the brain doesn't want to, the modifier will...uh...persuade the body to act and react in a 'normal' feminine way." "But didn't this brain belong to a man? What about family or friends? Can you honestly believe you can control her reactions to them?" scoffed one doctor at Ainsworth's plan. "Doctor Timmerman, I can assure you that we have taken in account that very thing...each member of her family has been injected with a simple solution that contains thousands of tiny microscopic nano super transmitters. These tiny devices become activated by her close proximity. The closer that one of these family members comes to the child, the more the pleasurable effect will be transmitted," he smiled. Doctor Case shook her head and stood, "You have taken a normal child, and by placing a man's brain into her head...created a monster! This is nothing more than science fiction...a bad Frankenstein movie!" She leaned against the table, "You have taken a young heterosexual female and placed that deceased brain into her! What happens when she interacts with members of the opposite sex?" "My dear colleagues, we have already taken that precaution...with a combination of the disk, and those little transmitters. You see, she already had a boyfriend...he was also injected with the nano- transmitters, only his were of a slightly different variety." "How slightly different?" she gave him a serious look. "Let's say, within five years' time...they will be married and probably having children. Although the possibility of that happening sooner is quite real," Doctor Ainsworth leaned against the table and smiled rather smugly, "as it would be for any young couple just discovering their sexual identities." "Every time that young man comes around her...those little transmitters coursing around in his bloodstream will send out signals to her modifier that will send waves of energy directly into her pleasure points. In essence, she will become slightly aroused...and in turn...he will...oh, I'm sure you get the picture...we're all adults here!" "But what about that brain inside the body...it's a male mind running that female body!" Doctor Case was shocked. "What about it?" Doctor Ainsworth shrugged, "Number 1 committed murder and was basically put to death! What do we care if the brain within that body is male or female? In the end it won't matter, SHE will begin to think female, her hormones will make the brain female, so in essence, he becomes female." Doctor Ainsworth laughed, "What a better fit for his murderous mind, than to be trapped inside that lovely young shell for his entire life? A life that will surely produce offspring that in time will be raised by a nurturing woman, possessing all the maternal instincts of any female. Why, you ask? Because we have programmed it to be that way." "You're mad!" Dr. Case pounded her fist against the desk, "What you are trying to do is play God with this project!" "Nonsense, Doctor...what WE are doing, is perfecting this procedure to the point of giving people back their lives, albeit at the expense of criminals who were about to be put to death anyway! Ask the quadriplegic on life support, whose brain could be placed into the physical body of any of those criminals they choose. Would they prefer to become a productive member of society, or continue to watch the world pass by their window? Doctor Case, it's time for you to climb down from your lofty tower and see the possibilities for the good they will give!" He in turn slapped his open palm against the long table. "Until we all can see the benefits of this program, people will live...and die...uselessly!" "Sir..." again the aide gently tapped the doctor's arm. "Thank you, Charles. Ladies and Gentleman, that concludes our meeting." He swiftly turned and confidently strode toward the door. Doctor Case shouted after Doctor Ainsworth, "If those behavior modifiers are as good as you say, why then don't you just put them into the prisoners and modify them into good useful citizens!" Her shouting caused all within the room to quiet down in hope that Doctor Ainsworth would speak. They weren't disappointed. He spun away from his aide and faced Doctor Case, "That is a fair question, and I do have a fair answer for you. If we were to use the modifiers on the prisoners...would they truly have paid for their crimes? No. This way, society enacts justice, and we save lives! Just not THEIR lives." He smiled and started to turn, but hesitated, "Isn't that what we're here for anyway, Dr. Case...to save lives?" She shot back even before he could turn, "To save lives...yes! But what you're doing is nothing more than some kind of cruel, twisted experiment! You are no better than the lives you take...nothing more than an identity murderer!" The gasps came from all around the room as she spoke what most of them felt, yet were afraid to say. He stopped with his back toward her and quickly spun, storming directly to where she stood. She pulled back, thinking that he was about to strike her. "That's always been your problem, Case...you have never known when you..." Doctor Ainsworth slowly looked around himself, as the other doctors formed a tight ring around the two combatants. Composing himself he smiled, "Tell me, Case, when those prisoners are put to death...what happens?" He didn't wait for her to answer, "They are simply put to death, and unceremoniously deposited into the cold ground. Identity death you say...maybe? But, tell those families who are helped by this program that their husband, wife or child's health wouldn't be possible under the old way...YOUR way, they would probably laugh in your face. You call me 'Mad', another 'Doctor Frankenstein'. But to them, I am their single last hope." He glared at the trembling woman and nodded, "Good day, Doctor Case." With that, he turned and quickly walked from the room. Doctor Case sat back down and watched the door close, "I sure hope you're right, doctor...I sure hope you're right," she sighed (grumbled? growled?). ****** I jumped as I opened my eyes to see strangers looking back at me, each one was smiling and teary-eyed. I laid there as the older female bent down and kissed my head; the feeling was pleasant...almost maternal. Again the male also kissed my head, and gave my hand a squeeze, a much younger blonde child squeezed to the front of the older fellow and hugged me fiercely, "I'm glad you're going to be ok, Emily!" I looked from one to the other... "Do I know you?" I felt bad, as soon as I uttered the words... the woman sat down and began to cry, slowly an intense pain began to build within my head. "Honey...we're your family!" spoke the man. I wasn't sure what to think as I lay there. "I'm your Father, this is your Mother!" I looked at each one, trying to recall their features within my memory. "That's impossible!" I said as I realized that something very odd had happened to my voice, "My parents...." I forced my head into the pillow in an attempt to dull the ache. "What is it, dear?" The woman jumped to my side, "should we get the doctor?" "Mom?" I whispered feeling the pain lessen... "Dad?" The pain was almost gone. "Oh my God, Emily, you scared us so!" The woman began to cry as she gently cradled my head. "I'm Brandy!" shouted the little girl. "Do you remember me?" I sat and looked at them, in truth I had no clue who they were but they seemed to know me. "You called me a name before...what was it?" The woman shot a worried glance to the man, "It's your name, dear. Emily!" "But it can't be my name...that's a girl's name..." Again the pain engulfed my head causing tears to roll from my eyes. "John...she doesn't even remember being a girl!" The mother raised a trembling hand to her lips. "The doctors said that this may happen. Get her a mirror so she can see her reflection...that may help her recognize who she is!" The woman handed me a large rectangular mirror. I raised it to my face and gazed into its reflection - the pretty girl looking back at me. From under the large gauze bandage, I could see that had blonde hair, more likely long than not from the few stray hairs that drifted out the bandage's bottom. Even my eyes look strange to me, they were a piercing blue eyes. "This is me...but I..." I squished my eyes together as the pain built. "Ok...ok...it's me!" I shouted out feeling the intense pain begin to ease. "What happened to me?" I began to look at my hands and hair, "I can't remember how I got here!" Through the small opening at my collar I could see the slow swell of a very female bosom, each gently pushing out on the hospital gown. "You had a hard fall at your game," the woman spoke. "I play some kind of sport?" I looked back into the mirror, knowing that few girls who looked the way I did, seldom played anything strenuous. "No, silly, you're a cheerleader!" said the little girl called Brandy. "You fell on your head when they threw you up and tried to catch your fall." Both parents nodded in unison. "The doctor said that you might have ambrosia." Her word sounded strange, yet somehow I knew. "I have amnesia?" I looked at the strange site of my chest, "and I'm a...girl?" "Emily...what else could you be?" the woman stroked my long hair, smiling weakly. These people seemed nice, and I did feel happy around them, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Part of me seemed to think that I was a guy, the rest of me felt...well, normal to be looking like I was. I couldn't help but feel comfortable with calling these people... family...parents. I scratched at the bandages on my head and looked around, something wasn't right...almost as if someone was missing. I thought about last night, there was someone near me...a boy. "Was there a boy in here earlier?" Mother smiled, "Yes, that was Quin! You remember him, don't you?" I tried to recall anything, but just shrugged weakly. "How could you forget that handsome boyfriend of yours...he's waiting outside for you..." Brandy teased. "Tell him to come in, Brandy. Maybe that will jog her memory!" the woman remarked. The little girl skipped out into the hallway. "He took you to the Junior-Senior Prom last spring; surely you have to remember that?" I sadly shook my head no. Suddenly the door swung open and Brandy bounded back in followed closely by one of the tallest men I had ever seen. He quickly moved around the table and took up my hand, "God, you look beautiful!" I found myself smile as he came into contact with me, his big hands warming these slender fingers of mine. He slowly bent down and kissed me, making me putty in his gentle hands. I lay there awestruck at his presence. I looked at each member of this new family of mine, looking toward me intently as if I was somehow resurrected from the dead. I couldn't begin to explain the odd feelings that I was having from their close proximity, as each member seemed to have a different type of effect by their nearness to me. I looked toward the woman who said she was my mother...I was sure that I already had a mother, and I knew this woman wasn't she, and yet, I also knew that somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, this was indeed my mother. It was just so confusing for me! It was almost the same thing for the man, yet somehow I felt a pull of a different type on him. Somehow I deeply knew that this man would do just about anything for his 'little girl' as he could. He surprised me at that moment by winking at me, causing a broad grin to appear on my face. The little sister kept leaning against my arm and bouncing on her toes. She had qualities that fit her personality perfectly. She was cute, playful, almost too happy, and yes...annoying. She was everything I had always imagined her to be. The memories I seemed to have for this family were clouded for me, quite natural and still, not those that felt comfortable enough to claim as my own. I looked back at the handsome youth called Quin. I don't know why, but he was simply beautiful to me! I had all of these strange feelings for him that I didn't have with the other three people. They were strange, alien feelings - feelings that I knew that my parents wouldn't approve of, and yet, I knew, that had I wished, this young man would have obliged. I watched his beautiful gray eyes first look at my face, then almost instantly down...then back to my face. For the life of me I could not see what he was looking at, I kept looking down, fully expecting a stain or something to be plastered upon my gown...but I found nothing. Suddenly, the door swung open and a short man stepped inside, "Folks, that will be enough for today...Emily needs her rest." He w