Promise

Sometimes mistakes teach us, but what did Thortons mistakes teach him exactly?

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{The fallout was unbearable, I remember that much, I remember so much now. Its strange how the mind can shift perspectives with time and change.}

Had it been three days…or was it four? Thornton couldn’t be sure, but what he was sure of was that he hadn’t eaten or slept in that time. The former man had barely been capable of gulping down water just to stay functional. Thankfully, the hunger pains had subsided the day before. The newly made woman sat at Penelope’s vanity, staring at what looked like a ghost.

There were circles under her eyes, hair was a mess Thorton had no experience to tie it back, or curl it. After all, his hair had been short, well maintained by a family barber. The former man stared into the mirror, she did note one difference. Once pure blue eyes now shone with a dark green circle around the iris. “So this is how you will haunt me Penelope, I truly did just want to understand, to see your brilliant mind not only from without but within.”

The woman’s voice quivers.horse and scratchy, yet the man within could not cry, Thornton had never been really capable, not easily. Getting up, she walked away from the vanity. With a sigh she ruffled her hair too distracted to notice much else and carefully tugged at her nightgown. The former man had managed to put it on, thankfully this garment was simple. However, seeing Penelope’s clothes up close had been intimidating to say the least. The buttons, lacing and various under clothes alone was like a daunting task to even consider.

So distracted was the ginger haired woman that she didn’t notice. When she had walked way from the offending mirror that her reflection had stayed behind.

The head turned to watch her as shed walked away before fading from existence as if it had never been there in the first place.

The woman glanced around the room. It was so plain, even with the funds Thorton fed to Penelope’s needs. This tiny apartment wasn’t much, the one window was considered a luxury. The most decoration shed bothered with was a vase of flowers and a few silhouette pictures on the walls. A sewing box was situated on its on table nearby.

The young man had insisted so often she let go of such unnecessary labor. Penelope had simply smiled and said it gave her extra funds for their work. That it also let her stay in touch with friends she had made at the Velvet Tack, a ratty seamstress shop down the road.

The ginger woman slowly sat on the bed that was pushed up against the back wall. The former man had been so used to seeing a bed as the centerpiece in the more elaborate rooms in high-end homes.

Thornton grasped a blue cover, turning it over in her hands, she opens the back of the book. Spotting a small set of signatures in the margins, the lost person feels tears well up in her eyes. Delicate but calloused fingers trace the names entertained inside a heart on the page. “Penelope & Thornton”

“ I want to continue our work, but I’m not sure where to begin. I don’t even know your sources for our supplies. I always just trusted you with the funds, people are your specialty, Penelope. “ Talking more or less to herself, she knew the conversation was one-sided, but it helped.

It seemed it was rather large a book of birds, of course it was Penelope loved nature as much as their more…unusual ideas of applicable sciences.” Hmph. Why are you so special?”

The exhausted sounding woman asked, flipping over to the first few pages of the book. Inside were notes, drawings, and musings about medical knowledge. It seemed the original pages had been cut away and blank ones for a journal replaced them.

She smiled, noticing many margins of notes were from lectures on anatomy by Thorton. “I am Thornton anymore? I feel like him, but not. I’m so glad to see you kept up with my words. Though you were always the creative one, so intelligent, so bright.”

The local school wasn’t too friendly towards women attending those classes so he had always brought home notes. Going through her journal, she sighed and traced her fingers over some anatomy art renderings.” did you truly make these just from what few sketches I gave you?” the new being asked in the aching silence of the chamber. It felt more like a grave now than a home. A memorial to a light forever lost.

“ You truly are quite brilliant...you do always surprise me. “ She muttered with a wistful smile, turning the page, showing notes on the machine. They were incomplete, He’d been foolish to think he could work out the rest alone. Such a fool to excited to learn. “...I’m sorry…”

The new being breath hitches a bit, however tears would not fall. She felt like her chest was heavy and squeezing her lungs.

The next journal entry captured the woman’s attention. A creature, a man, but not. The notes showed him forged from the parts of many, many, The sutured together remains of the fallen to create life. The words written alongside it talked about a type of mineral that may hold properties for this. Something the man who died last night had used in the machine. A conduit for change.

“ Imagine a world where the dead can be a new life, or grant life for others if we could keep organs working even past the demise of another?” The Script said scrawled alongside the image.

“ Hmm, we have much left to do... I made a mistake perhaps, but I will continue for us both. We will change the world... One way or another. The new being closed her eyes and cradled the book against her bosom. “ I promise, It’ll be for the better this time.”



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