Status: One Shot, Complete.

Experiments

Experiments

I met her on a Tuesday.
It had seemed like a normal Tuesday so far.
I woke up, went to school, and came home.
As I passed the bus stop while waking home,
I saw her.


The first thought that ran through my head was that she was gorgeous.
Long ebony hair and ivory skin.
She was sitting straight on a bench.
No emotion on her face at all.
I saw the glimmer of a single tear fall graciously down her perfect cheek.
My feet were walking towards her before I could process what was happening.
“Uh, are you o-okay?” I asked.
She looked up at me, a little surprised.
Her eyes were a pale gray-blue with hints of green.
Dead eyes with no light in them at all.

She smiled.
A beautiful, amazing smile.
“I just love looking at the sky, don't you?
It is quite amazing.”
She turned to her other side when she heard a loud noise, then turned back.
With her innocent face and glowing aura.
She must have not been crying at all.
Yes, of course there is nothing wrong with this girl.
Obviously I was mistaken.

“Hmm... you know what there is something wrong.”
Her voice was angelic.
“So, um, is it anything I can help with?” I asked.
She looked me up and down then nodded her head.
“Actually I think you could help.”

“Okay what do you need?”
She seemed to hesitate for a moment and then said in that angelic voice,
“What is the most beautiful way to kill yourself?”
I almost fainted.
Almost.

I stumbled back a little.
“W-what?” I asked barley above a whisper.
Her eyes seemed to light up a little.
She stood up and walked towards me.
“I said,” She helped me up continuing,
“What is the most beautiful way to kill yourself?”
I was still taken aback when she repeated it.

The bus pulled up as I pondered the question.
“I don't know.” I answered.
She smiled at that, a truly breathtaking smile.
“Good.” She said,
“I guess we'll find out together.”
Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me on the bus.

I'll never know why she chose me.
I had over analyzed it a million times.
Did she think I was like her?
Did she fall in love with me instantly, like I did with her?
I'll never know why, and she can never tell me.
But I will be forever grateful to her for it.
She showed me the beauty of this world.
She showed me true happiness.


“That's crazy, your crazy, no I will not be crazy with you.”
I told her for the hundredth time.
She looked into my eyes in that pleading way,
“You've never done it before, you can't say no.
Didn't your mom ever tell you 'Try everything at least once, you might like it.'?”
I looked at Ember again. Then whispered,
“Trying sushi as a kid isn't anything like murdering someone!”
She sighed,
“Well, I guess your right. But when you said you'd help me,
I thought you were serious!”
She looked like she was going to cry.
This was how it was everyday with Ember.
She always got her way.
We had been traveling together for three months
and she had finally told me what she needed help with.
She wanted to figure out the most beautiful death.

She wanted to murder people to find the most amazing one.
Someone who looked like her, only wanted the best.
We conducted these things she called, 'Experiments'.
To find the one she wanted.
'Experiments', what an interesting way to put it.


We had been traveling for a year.
Although I loved her, we were not a couple.
Ember said she didn't believe in 'relationships'.
So the first ones we experimented on were a teenage couple.

“Believe me you are going to thank me for this.”
She said to the tied up boy and girl.
“I am saving you a life time of grief and pain.”
The girl started screaming again.
“Jack,” Ember said flipping her magazine page,
“Gag the loud one.”
“Alright.” I answered.

The first one was the messiest.
I wasn't quite sure what to do,
so I followed Ember's instructions.
When I was done she said,
Being dismembered wasn't really her 'thing'.
So we moved on.


Turns out she was pretty picky about
the way she wanted to die.
We murdered four more people and she realized,
Burning to death left no body.
Drowning made her bloat.
Throat-slitting was too cliché.
Pills were boring.
It went on like this for another year.
Sixteen more deaths.


“Ember, I don't think there is a beautiful enough
death for you!” I told her.
“That is what I am starting to think as well.”
She mumbled.

I woke up to her jumping up and
down on the bed.
“Jack! Jack! Wake up!
I found it! The perfect death!”
Ember yelled excited.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes.
“What is it?” I asked a little curious.
She smiled her trademark smile.
“I can't tell you.” She said.
I was confused. “Why?”
“Because, you'll just have to wait to see. Let's go.”

“Why are we on a plane?”
I asked the obviously insane girl beside me.
“I figured something out Jack.”
She said overly serious.
“What Ember?” I asked, a little concerned.
“Death. There isn't one beautiful way to die.
It's beautiful by itself. Every death we saw was
breathtakingly beautiful,” She said,
“So I am going to do the impossible.
I am going to do something I've only dreamed of.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I'm going to fly.”

I didn't want her to do it.
But I knew she had to.
Ember leapt out of the plane at 30,000 feet.
Her arms were out like angel wings,
as she flew to her death.
It was a truly beautiful sight.