Other Fan Fiction ❯ Go Get Cut! ❯ Go Get Cut! ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: sailorunicorn 
"Go get cut!" The Graverobber's last words echoed through her mind...
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.27.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 510 | Visits: 363 | Status: Completed
"Go get cut!" The Graverobber's last words echoed through her mind...
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.27.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 510 | Visits: 363 | Status: Completed
“Go get cut!”
The Graverobber’s last words to her before she took off with a little glass vial of street Zydrate bounced through Amber’s mind. Well, that’s exactly what she intended to do before she went on stage.
Amber dashed to a nearby tent, with her valets and two genterns in tow. Her father’s surgeon had done a shitty job in repairing Amber’s face. The damage on her right cheek was beginning to show through again. So she decided for a quick refacial-job. A new face and fast. She swung her lean frame into the medical chair. Running out of time and patience, Amber hastily explained what she wanted as she loaded a Zydrate gun.
She then shot the load into her upper thigh. Within minutes, Amber Sweet was experiencing the all-too-familiar bliss of street Z in her body. Dimly, Amber saw the genterns prepare to give her a new face yet again. She closed her eyes and allowed the effects of the Zydrate to take her away.
*~*~*~*~*~*
“Miss Sweet,” a female voice echoed from the distance. Amber stirred. The voice called again. “Miss Sweet. You have 30 minutes before you’re on.” With that last statement driving through Amber’s haze, she sat up quickly. Unfortunately, the Z hadn’t quite worn off…making her dizzy. Amber placed a hand to her head. A dark-haired gentern with deep green eyes peered at her. “Here, take this to dull the side-affects.” She handed Amber a purple pill and water. Amber took the pill and drank the water. Immediately, the nausea and dizziness subsided.
Amber stood, with the help of her valets. She exited the surgery tent, with the genterns and her valets. She hurried in to her changing tent, gesturing at the genterns and snapping orders. “Wanda, my dress is in the closet. Rhonda, my wig is in the drawer and my makeup in the trunk.” Once the genterns did what she’d asked, Amber dismissed them with a flip of her hand. She plopped herself down on the portable vanity and began applying her makeup. As she leaned forward to apply lipstick, Amber noticed a red line on her forehead, inches below her hairline.
“Oh, damn it! Why the fuck-?” Amber swore, having recognized the line as her face, separating from her head. She tossed aside the lipstick and gently pressed the peeling flesh back into place. She heard the opening interlude notes for the audience’s arrival in the amphitheatre. The flesh stuck. Amber quickly yanked off her clothes and pulled on her opera dress. She pulled on the big, blonde wig and rushed out of the tent.
Amber’s valets fell in step behind her. As she walked, Amber continuously adjusted and fixed her failing face. She reached the door to the side of the amphitheatre. She pulled it open and waited. “Please welcome to the stage GeneCo’s one and only daughter…Amber Sweet!”
The Graverobber’s last words to her before she took off with a little glass vial of street Zydrate bounced through Amber’s mind. Well, that’s exactly what she intended to do before she went on stage.
Amber dashed to a nearby tent, with her valets and two genterns in tow. Her father’s surgeon had done a shitty job in repairing Amber’s face. The damage on her right cheek was beginning to show through again. So she decided for a quick refacial-job. A new face and fast. She swung her lean frame into the medical chair. Running out of time and patience, Amber hastily explained what she wanted as she loaded a Zydrate gun.
She then shot the load into her upper thigh. Within minutes, Amber Sweet was experiencing the all-too-familiar bliss of street Z in her body. Dimly, Amber saw the genterns prepare to give her a new face yet again. She closed her eyes and allowed the effects of the Zydrate to take her away.
*~*~*~*~*~*
“Miss Sweet,” a female voice echoed from the distance. Amber stirred. The voice called again. “Miss Sweet. You have 30 minutes before you’re on.” With that last statement driving through Amber’s haze, she sat up quickly. Unfortunately, the Z hadn’t quite worn off…making her dizzy. Amber placed a hand to her head. A dark-haired gentern with deep green eyes peered at her. “Here, take this to dull the side-affects.” She handed Amber a purple pill and water. Amber took the pill and drank the water. Immediately, the nausea and dizziness subsided.
Amber stood, with the help of her valets. She exited the surgery tent, with the genterns and her valets. She hurried in to her changing tent, gesturing at the genterns and snapping orders. “Wanda, my dress is in the closet. Rhonda, my wig is in the drawer and my makeup in the trunk.” Once the genterns did what she’d asked, Amber dismissed them with a flip of her hand. She plopped herself down on the portable vanity and began applying her makeup. As she leaned forward to apply lipstick, Amber noticed a red line on her forehead, inches below her hairline.
“Oh, damn it! Why the fuck-?” Amber swore, having recognized the line as her face, separating from her head. She tossed aside the lipstick and gently pressed the peeling flesh back into place. She heard the opening interlude notes for the audience’s arrival in the amphitheatre. The flesh stuck. Amber quickly yanked off her clothes and pulled on her opera dress. She pulled on the big, blonde wig and rushed out of the tent.
Amber’s valets fell in step behind her. As she walked, Amber continuously adjusted and fixed her failing face. She reached the door to the side of the amphitheatre. She pulled it open and waited. “Please welcome to the stage GeneCo’s one and only daughter…Amber Sweet!”