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Shifra slumped to her knees a bit dizzy and stared in
disbelief. “You are the destroyer of
man, the mother of tomorrow, but you have lost your way.” whispered the woman
that stood in front of her. The woman’s body
shook as tears fell from her eyes while she forced the words out. Shifra’s head swam as she tried to register
what was happening. She looked from the
woman’s mouth to the lab coat she wore and noted the fact that it was peppered
in a spray of red. Is that blood? Shifra thought to herself. That’s
not supposed to be there. She then
noticed the woman’s hands, the right one in particular. It held a scalpel and they both were painted
with a thick red; a red that matched the odd sprinkling across the woman’s
white cotton coat. Shifra struggled to
focus on what the woman was saying but for some reason the words were
muffled. She just could not make out
what was being said no matter how hard she tried.
As dizziness swallowed Shifra she turned her eyes away from
the woman and to the floor where she knelt. It was then she saw her own lab
coat was splattered with the exact same red.
Shifra’s hands were clutched to her stomach where a faucet of thick red
syrup flowed out and splashed on the white tiled floor below. It is
blood. It is my blood. Why is it my
blood? Shifra thought to herself.
Still the events of the past few moments had not yet sunk in. When she
looked back in confusion at the woman that stood before her she saw her mouth
the words “I’m sorry”. A moment or maybe an eternity after she spoke those
words the side of the woman’s head burst out in volcanic spray of yet another
brilliant red. Shifra watched, in what
seemed like slow motion, as the woman that stood before her fell lifelessly to
the floor. She clearly heard the clang
of the scalpel the woman had held hit the floor and bounce along the tile. As the sound echoed in her head the last clear
thought Shifra managed to have was how pretty the woman had looked in white; soon
after a thick and inky darkness consumed her.
