This is how it all began.
Scene opens with red and blue lights surrounding the area. It’s a highway and as the scene comes into view, several police cars and an ambulance are seen. Paramedics kneel over a figure as they slide the person onto a board and gently lift her onto a gurney. The victim is pushed into an ambulance and the doors closed. One police officer walks over to another, asking “How is she?” The other officer just shakes his head. “It doesn’t look great. Brand new Mercedes put through the guard rail and down that revine. Car is totaled. It’ll be only by God’s grace if she makes it through the night.” The other officer just shakes his head. “Damn shame. She’s so young.” The cops make their way into their car and drive off as a tow truck pulls in.
The scene opens up in a hospital room with a figure attached to machines to help her breathe, monitor her pulse and to give her medication. There is a nurse there taking her vitals and jotting them onto a chart when a doctor walks in and asks, “Any change?” The nurse shakes her head, “No. No change whatsoever.”
A sigh escapes the doctor’s lips as he just shakes her head. “She’s young. College?” The nurse shakes her head, “Not for a few years now. According to her cousin, she’s a businesswoman and apparently a professional wrestler.” The doctor raises a brow at that revelation. “I’d never have guessed that. Quite the interesting combination of occupations there. No other family?”
The nurse shakes her head, “No. Just a number of cousins, it seems. Both parents have died. There’s apparently no husband or boyfriend. Any idea how long she might be like this,” the nurse asks and the doc just shrugs his shoulders, “I think you know the answer to that one.”
“It really all depends on her.”
I’ve been watching this woman for ten months now. The beeping, the forced breathing. The family has orders to spare no expense to keep her alive. They must have money. I wondered what the life of a professional wrestler might entail. I’ve seen the shows on TV on occasion, moving around the ring in tiny outfits, but it never really caught my interest. You’d think that she’d be here because of some freak accident in the ring and not because she decided to joyride her brand new car and couldn’t control it around a corner. I’m awoken from my daydream from someone calling my name.
“You do have other patients to attend to.”
“Yes, doctor. I was just about to leave.”
And yet, I want to stay. I want to know more about this young woman’s life and what brought her to this point in her life. So young and careless.
I’ve been watching you for 8 months. You haven’t moved. Haven’t even twitched. Your family is here and they are conferring with the doctors and I’m afraid of what this might mean for you. I wish you would do something. Move a finger, blink an eye. My shift has long been finished, but I can’t stop from sitting here with you. I don’t realize that I do it, but my hand reaches for yours —
Suddenly, I’m driving a car. An expensive car. I’m feeling invincible. I’m feeling no pain whatsoever. In fact, I’m enjoying this drive. I take each corner like a pro. I feel the adrenaline surging through my body. I around a corner and there’s a car there, so I swerve sharply to avoid crashing into the car and I start to panic. I feel my breath coming quickly, by blood pressure rising, my heart pounding out of my chest as I no longer feel in control. The crash is there as time slows to a crawl as I watch my car burst through the guardrailing and over the side of the cliff. I watch as I slowly descend into the abyss and then
My eyes blink open and I feel it. Your hand is squeezing mine hard and your eyes suddenly pop open and as I stand up, I peer down into your deep, silver eyes.
Those silver eyes looking up at me. She looks like she wants to say something so I reach and gently remove the oxygen mask from her face and her hand tightens in mine as she whispers, “It must be you now.”
It was then that I saw my life flash before my eyes.
Not my life.
All of them.
”What has to be me?” I was confused. Uncertain. I had no idea what had just happened to me but when everything flashed before my eyes, all I could do was watch. Once it completed, the words tumbled from my mouth. “What are you talking about?”
She looks at me as a tear trickles down her cheek, those silvery eyes shimmering as tears continue to well up. “You’re next. You have to go on from here. You have to become… her.”
Tears were starting to roll down my cheeks as well, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I could tell I was about to start sobbing and I didn’t want to do that while I was working.
“Just tell me you’ll do it. Just say yes,” she pleads with me as her hand tightens around my own.
All I could do was nod in agreement, “I’ll do it. What–” I started to ask what I was to do but suddenly the blips on the screen went to a flatline and the solid beeping sound turned into one long beep as I looked down at her and saw her eyes.
Her eyes were brown.
And she had died.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, “I’m sorry, Nurse Adams. I know you felt close to her. You’re in here every day with her, but she’s gone now.”
The tears had stopped falling down my cheek as I shook my head and reached for the nametag at my chest and pulled it free from my scrubs. I turned around and looked at the doctor. I reached for his hand and placed the tag into his. “I won’t be needing this anymore.”
As I looked up into the doctor’s startled eyes, I could see the reflection of my own in his.
My own silver eyes.
“Anaquin,” he said softly, not knowing what is going on. “You’re leaving?”
I just nodded, “I have a destiny to fulfill. Even death cannot stop it. I have to go.”
With that, I turned and walked out of the hospital in search of my destiny.
The meditation itself took nearly 40 days and 40 nights. For my soul to connect with the forces of the universe, to deliver to me the knowledge and experience of my former, downloaded to me like a silly video game from the server to a PC. At times, I thought I would die from the sheer amount of information being pumped into my brain that I begged them to stop, but it was not to be.
I was the chosen one. I was the continuation of the Universal Superstar. It’s not a sequel, but a continuous as I felt my own former life being pushed aside, squeezing out of me in order to make room for who I was to become.
But could I truly forget? Could I no longer be the Anaquin Adams of old? Could I no longer enjoy the things I enjoyed?
When it was done, the conversion complete, I was tired. Exhausted. I lied back and slept.
When I awoke, twenty seven days had passed.
It was time. My journey, my calling was about to begin.