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tamingthemuseTitle: Expunge
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 560
Prompt #468 Expunge
Fatams were renowned for their great resistance, and this one had indeed taken a great amount of pain and modifications before its death, an amount greater than all of his other subjects. And yet it hadn’t been enough. Just like it hadn’t been enough to save the species. The corpse laying on the table was the last of its kind. It was a sad day for the fairy people, true, but it had given its life for a greater purpose, and it had to be celebrated.
There were many theories about the disappearance of the Fatam people. How such a strong species had gone extinct when weaker ones had strived was a subject of wonder, one that Belcheigh hoped to bring an answer to in addition of his work. Science didn’t require to solve only one problem at a time.
He had gathered as much information as he could from the body on his operation table. Enough, he hoped, to make a difference with the previous research on the subject. Now, if something was missing, only recorded reports on Fatams could help him. Officially, at least. If rumors were to be trusted, there were Fatams still living here, on this side of the portals, in hidden colonies. Belcheigh never gave much credit to popular saying, but he couldn’t exclude the possibility that fairies had come to this side to seek another way of live, far away from the Elders. That’s what he had done, after all, and he understood that, sometimes, the all-mightiness of the Elders was a little suffocating. It wouldn’t be surprising that others had fled before, especially members of a species the Elders hadn’t been able to protect. If only a couple was left alive, then they would have done better than the Fatams in Pioga, nothing but a memory now.
Belcheigh turned to the side desk at his right and wrote down his last observations about his subject. Another fruitful day of work in his path to glory. Thoroughly, he cleaned up his tools and put them neatly away for later use. Nothing great could be accomplished in a disorganised environment. It was the sign of a disorganised mind, and you need organisation to reach the top.
The fairy picked his notes up and left the room with the body inside, still open and pretty dead. He hadn’t stepped far from the door when one of his subordinates ran up to him, slightly out of breath. The scientist waited for a second that the fairy got his breath back before asking :
“What is it?”
“The Council, Sir. They wish to speak to you. They want to know how things are going.”
“Very well.” Before resuming his walk, Belcheigh added : “Have someone dispose of the last subject. And don’t mess things up this time.”
The lesser fairy nodded and went to find someone to clean up the experiment. There had been a flash of fear in its eyes before it left.
Belcheigh went back to his room, and put his notes away, where he was positive they were secure. Even if the people having access to his room knew about the experiments, he was more comfortable not sharing what he had before he had real results to show.
And, most importantly, he didn’t want to Council he was about to meet to know about his extra activities.
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 560
Prompt #468 Expunge
Fatams were renowned for their great resistance, and this one had indeed taken a great amount of pain and modifications before its death, an amount greater than all of his other subjects. And yet it hadn’t been enough. Just like it hadn’t been enough to save the species. The corpse laying on the table was the last of its kind. It was a sad day for the fairy people, true, but it had given its life for a greater purpose, and it had to be celebrated.
There were many theories about the disappearance of the Fatam people. How such a strong species had gone extinct when weaker ones had strived was a subject of wonder, one that Belcheigh hoped to bring an answer to in addition of his work. Science didn’t require to solve only one problem at a time.
He had gathered as much information as he could from the body on his operation table. Enough, he hoped, to make a difference with the previous research on the subject. Now, if something was missing, only recorded reports on Fatams could help him. Officially, at least. If rumors were to be trusted, there were Fatams still living here, on this side of the portals, in hidden colonies. Belcheigh never gave much credit to popular saying, but he couldn’t exclude the possibility that fairies had come to this side to seek another way of live, far away from the Elders. That’s what he had done, after all, and he understood that, sometimes, the all-mightiness of the Elders was a little suffocating. It wouldn’t be surprising that others had fled before, especially members of a species the Elders hadn’t been able to protect. If only a couple was left alive, then they would have done better than the Fatams in Pioga, nothing but a memory now.
Belcheigh turned to the side desk at his right and wrote down his last observations about his subject. Another fruitful day of work in his path to glory. Thoroughly, he cleaned up his tools and put them neatly away for later use. Nothing great could be accomplished in a disorganised environment. It was the sign of a disorganised mind, and you need organisation to reach the top.
The fairy picked his notes up and left the room with the body inside, still open and pretty dead. He hadn’t stepped far from the door when one of his subordinates ran up to him, slightly out of breath. The scientist waited for a second that the fairy got his breath back before asking :
“What is it?”
“The Council, Sir. They wish to speak to you. They want to know how things are going.”
“Very well.” Before resuming his walk, Belcheigh added : “Have someone dispose of the last subject. And don’t mess things up this time.”
The lesser fairy nodded and went to find someone to clean up the experiment. There had been a flash of fear in its eyes before it left.
Belcheigh went back to his room, and put his notes away, where he was positive they were secure. Even if the people having access to his room knew about the experiments, he was more comfortable not sharing what he had before he had real results to show.
And, most importantly, he didn’t want to Council he was about to meet to know about his extra activities.
