Death Isn't the End
#1 of AU stories
This first chapter is fairly depressing and marked general; the second one not so much.
WARNING: This is a depressing chapter and is not my usual more fun filled ones!
_ DISCLAIMER: This is not my main timeline! This is an AU that I built and am messing with! _
Terran was feeling rather down.
Perhaps that's the normal feeling you get when you're about to be executed.
He spent the previous night begging someone to realize that he was innocent but if there was indeed a deity far above they didn't turn down to look at him as his hours of life disappeared in front of his eyes.
He had been crying all morning, shaking and feeling like he was about to hurl as his time rushed at him and was slipping through his paws like sand through a sieve.
He didn't make it through college for some stupid kid to jump over a ledge and kill himself. And the months of talking with him and he being the only viable suspect had put him on the spot. And they found enough of the texts they had shared to incriminate him with slaughter and assisted suicide.
He had occasionally sent a picture he found funny. But the parents insisted that their son had been pushed over the edge by him even though it was other students; not him; but they were valedictorians of the class and could not possibly be at fault. Noooo it had to be the big bad nasty dragon. He sighed, brushing his claws along the picture of his dead roommate, Xandor.
His heart cracked when he heard the creaking of his cell door.
"Are you ready?" The guard asked. His jaw was square and holding back emotion.
"I will never be ready..." Terran said, putting down the picture, his eyes dripping with tears. His chest felt so tight, almost like he was being squeezed by a boa constrictor. "Please don't make me have to be ready."
The guard rested down on one knee. His emotions falling through a mask of unconcern slightly, "Hey, hey, calm down."
Terran cried, silent tears dripping down his face for a minute, he threw up and wiped his mouth again feeling sick and pale, he waited for another few minutes, being comforted by the guards paw on his back.
Terran picked up the image looking at it, "He's timeless, none could ever harm him in this image."
He sighed and tore it in half, "I guess I will also be remembered for an instant. But as a murderer without a weapon."
He broke down again, letting the emotion flow out of him freely, the realization that his time on this planet was at an end.
After much coaxing he exited the room, another guard was waiting there, he attached cuffs and marched the three of them up to a door. Above it was a light that was blinking red, he winced every few moments thinking that the light would turn green.
He felt another tear drip down his face, even though he thought that all of them had been let out.
After what felt like an eternity he saw a flash and the light turned green. He was passed over to a few other anthros, all with identical lab coats and shirts. They allowed him to relax against the bed and tied down his arms and chest. Everything else was left alone, thank goodness.
He looked up at the one way glass that showed only its reflective side. He let a few more worries and troubles go as he felt the needle poke into his arm.
"Terran Thorston, you have been convicted of ---." The rest of the droning speech was lost as he lived in the moment, enjoying the sensation of cold on his back for what he imagined as his last time. The odd smell from chemicals and other things around the room. He enjoyed the rush of his memories and he relaxed.
"Any last words?" Was the bear's final question.
And his words that left his maw were his last, the world would keep spinning no matter what he said, so he let out his final thoughts to what must have been reporters on the other side of the glass, his family was long dead so he was not concerned about their grief.
"Don't tell people what you dream about, go out and show them. For only then will the world bend to you" He thought through his 4.0 and graduation, and this last year in college, his hundreds of hours he spent helping others. He thought of his friends who were online, ones that he would never speak to again and would have no idea where he went to.
Within a few moments the IV in his arm started letting a cool liquid flow into his system. It filled him and left him feeling dull and slow when a feeling like fire in his heart started, he closed his eyes and then he slept.