Project Death: Resurrection

Prologue

Life and Death. Day and Night. Good and Evil. Man and Woman. Yin and Yang. Everything in this world has an equal but opposite force

Balance is futile for existence. If the balance shifts everything can be altered, possibly even to the point of total destruction.

I was born to a race many do not know about, partially because we need to be kept a secret. If the world knew who we were and what we did, our jobs would become much more difficult. See, there’s a fine line between life and death, and the Resurrectors exist to maintain life.

Whenever someone comes close to death, a Resurrector is sent to save them…well at least when it is an unnatural death. Death by old age is the one thing we can’t prevent. It has always been believed that humans are supposed to live full lives and die of old age, happy and fulfilled.

However, there is one hitch in the Grand Plan of the Resurrectors: the Angel of Death. There is always one Angel of Death trying to keep the Resurrectors from saving people. And whenever the Angel of Death chooses to move on, a new Angel is chosen.

But enough of all that…it has been going on since the beginning of time and hasn’t evolved much since. I was raised learning about how to Resurrect, to save people for many years. And for the past five years I have been out in the world using my abilities to help.

See a Resurrector’s power is in their hands. By placing our hands on a person and concentrating on life, it helps to mend the life-threatening injuries a person has. Several Resurrectors have studied to be doctors and have infiltrated the hospitals to preside over life-threatening surgeries. They are usually the most gifted in our group.

I have been told by the Leaders that I am uniquely gifted. Growing up I always wondered why they would say that, especially since I never showed any signs of being unique. I began to sense a slight difference between myself and the others when I had to remain at our training school while the others went out into the world. The Leaders put me through more advanced training and after an extra year I could heal better and faster than almost everyone else.

Then came the day I had been preparing for for many years. They told me that I could begin working out in the field. My friends had been as thrilled as I was because we could finally have time to hang out. Before then my schooling always got in the way. To celebrate my accomplishment, Alaula and Sitara suggested that we go out shopping.

Let’s just say that the party didn’t go like any of us planned…

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We looked like average teenage girls as we walked into one of the many malls in the world. It doesn’t even matter which one we were in; they’re all the same anyway. Instead of wearing our usual garb consisting of flowing white and gold robes, we were in jeans and t-shirts. Granted, the only time we actually wore our robes was when we were in school or had to go before the Leaders, so these were our “uniforms” for when we were working.

“So, where to first, Tam?” Alaula asked, a broad smile beaming at me. She was almost always cheerful; most people thought of her as something similar to the sun. You know…people always like seeing the sun; it cheers them up. Coincidentally Alaula’s name means “Light of Dawn” in Hawaiian. Alaula even looks like she could be from Hawaii. Her hair is dark brown and usually falls in waves around her tan shoulders, though right then it was pulled up in a very fashionable twist. And I don’t know if there is a person alive that can avoid staring at Alaula’s eyes…I don’t blame them because they are quite exotic. They are a shade of green that can only be described by comparing them to a peridot, you know, August’s birthstone.

“I don’t really care Alaula. Any place is fine with me. I’m just glad to be able to finally go out like this.” Then my stomach decided to interject its own opinion.

“I guess we’re hitting the food court first,” Sitara answered. Sitara was just as striking as Alaula though Sitara is considerably paler in skin tone. Her wavy white blonde hair fell a few inches past her shoulders and her luminous baby blue eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. No surprise to me as Sitara embodied what I envisioned the human form of starlight to be. For some reason all Resurrectors really do act and look like their name suggests; Sitara means “Starlight” in Sanskrit.

Which then leads to me. Most of the Resurrectors have names that mean “Light of Dawn,” “Starlight,” “To Give Peace,” or “Ray of Light.” Nope, not me. For some reason I was given one of the strangest names out there. My name is an English name meaning “Dark One.” I know… weird, right? I look like the other Resurrectors…for the most part. I have long golden blonde hair, but it has natural black streaks. My eyes are a mix of gray and green and tend to change with my mood. Also, instead of being cheerful or neutral most of the time, I tend to go through mood swings. Sometimes I just get depressed or pissed off.

Anyway, back to that day at the mall. We went down to the food court and Alaula and Sitara treated me to anything I wanted. After eating we decided to window shop for a while before doing anything else. Though we were on call for emergencies we weren’t exactly busy then. Having several hundred Resurrectors gave all of us a little free time every once-in-a-while.

But when we saw a man collapse several feet away from us, we couldn’t ignore our training. Sitara and Alaula ran over and began pushing the people back, trying to give the man some space, while I went straight towards him. He was in his late 30s or early 40s, his dark hair just starting to turn to salt and pepper. “Tamesis, hurry!” Alaula called. “Help him.” She sounded worried and I had to wonder why.

I placed my right hand over his heart and my left hand on his temple. “Shh,” I murmured to him. “Everything’s going to be all right.” The one thing that had always fascinated me with healing people was that when we made our initial connection it was like we saw into the person’s body and soul. I could see that this man’s heart had been treated horribly and had weakened to where it had just stopped doing its job. The heart started beating again as it repaired under my guided healing.

The man gasped as he resuscitated and looked at me. “What happened?”

“You passed out sir. Maybe you should rest for a few minutes before you continue shopping,” I suggested. He just nodded in response, not really knowing how close to death he had been. I helped him to the bench and then walked away. We had always been told that you never stayed with the person you saved afterwards. The exposure risk rose the longer we stayed.

As I walked away, I ran into a man wearing all black. Instead of him looking offended that I had bumped into him, this man looked at me out of sheer frustration, as if I had done something that he hadn’t liked. I started to leave but he grabbed onto my arm. “You have no idea what you have just done,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I responded, jerking my arm from his grasp. This guy sent off a strange vibe and I wondered if he knew what I had done. Walking away from him without another word, I could feel his eyes burning holes into my back…along with another pair of eyes. I stopped and turned to look around. It was then that my gray-green eyes locked onto a pair of dark blue eyes. I had to be looking at some kind of apparition or something. He had pale skin and his black hair was up in spikes. I had never seen anyone that attractive, that alluring before.

Sitara broke me out of my reverie by yelling for me. “Tamesis, come on!”

I turned and briskly walked over to my friends. “Are you all right?” Alaula asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered quickly. “Let’s just go home.”