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    Project Death: Resurrection


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    Project Death: Resurrection

      Danielle Thamasa

      Copyright 2013 Danielle Thamasa

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      DEDICATION

      Mom, you are the one who taught me to love books, from reading to me all the time to taking me to the library constantly. So, if you think about it, the fact that I never grew out of the storytelling and imaginary friends phases and chose to pursue the dream of publication is all your fault. But I love you for it. You allowed me the space to dream big but somehow also managed to keep me nicely grounded in reality.

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      Table of Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

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      Prologue

      Life and Death. Day and Night. Good and Evil. Man and Woman. Yin and Yang. Everything in this world has an equal but opposite force. To think about it, that very statement is even a scientific law, for every action there is an equal but opposite reaction.

      Balance is necessary for existence. If the balance shifts too much everything can be altered, possibly even to the point of total destruction.

      I was born to a race many don’t know about, partially because we need to be kept a secret. If the world knew who we were and what we did, our jobs would become much more difficult. Everything is simple when it can be accomplished in the shadows, where we can work without being seen. See, there’s a fine line between life and death, and the Resurrectors exist to maintain life.

      Whenever someone comes close to death, a Resurrector is sent to save them…well at least when it is an unnatural death. Death by old age is the one thing we can’t prevent. It has always been believed that humans are supposed to live full lives and die of old age, happy and fulfilled.

      However, there is one hitch in the Grand Plan of the Resurrectors: the Angel of Death. There is always one Angel of Death trying to keep the Resurrectors from saving people. And whenever the Angel of Death chooses to move on, a new Angel is chosen. Or at least, that’s what we’re taught. I’ve never had to worry about the Angel of Death, so though I’ve heard horror stories I chalk it up to more of an urban legend.

      But enough of all that. It has been going on since the beginning of time and hasn’t evolved much since. I was raised learning about how to Resurrect, to save people from the deaths they did not need to go through. It has taken many years to get out of school and on to my job. And for the past five years I have been out in the world using my abilities to help.

      A Resurrector’s power is in his or her hands. By placing our hands on a person, with the left hand over the temple and the right over the heart, and concentrating on life, it helps to mend the life-threatening injuries a person has. Several Resurrectors have studied to be doctors and have infiltrated the hospitals to preside over life-threatening surgeries. They are usually the most gifted in our group, as well as the more senior members. Unlike everyone else they simply stay at that one location, at their hospital instead of moving around whenever someone needs a Resurrector’s help. They are the Resurrectors whose presence can be seen by everyone. The rest of us tend to blend in with our surroundings.

      I have been told by the Leaders that I am uniquely gifted. Growing up I always wondered why they would say that, especially since I never showed any signs of being unique. I began to sense a slight difference between myself and the others when I had to remain at our training school while the others went out into the world. The Leaders put me through more advanced training and after an extra year I could heal better and faster than almost everyone else. It was something I was also told to keep quiet about. Sometimes uniqueness has a cost. As it turned out they didn’t need to worry about me saying anything because no one asked. Instead they just assumed that I had difficulties with the lessons.

      Then came the day I had been preparing for for many years. The Leaders told me that I could begin working out in the field. My friends had been as thrilled as I was because we could finally have time to hang out. Before then my schooling always got in the way and we could only hang out for short periods of time. To celebrate my accomplishment, Alaula and Sitara suggested that we go out shopping.

      Let’s just say that the celebration didn’t go like any of us planned…

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