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Friday: My Story

Dr. Elizabeth Bannon Series Book 6

Series Finale


By Ben Kesp


Published by Ben Kesp

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Copyright © 2019 Ben Kesp


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I remember as a child, seated between my parents on the hard wooden pew. The church was always full, everyone showing that they were listening intently to the priest citing his damnations on the souls that did not repent. My eyes would wander around the wooden structure standing behind the altar, curious to know what lay beyond. My gaze would soon fall onto the fresh vases of flowers adorning the wide steps ascending to the pulpit that was often illuminated by the colourful reflection from the stained glass windows on the mornings the sun shone through. Soaking in the waft of incense was an enjoyment. Its smell, often strong, was invigorating to me, striking my nostrils, awakening something within me.

I would then feel my mother’s glare on me, her way of telling me silently to pay attention to the priest. My parents were never strict parents, supportive, I would call them; but when it came to Sunday service, their duty to be seen in the community as upstanding pillars was a must. I always believed that Sunday morning was that time of the week when certain people of the community would use it as a platform to showcase their positions. I would observe how they dressed, stood, sat and even communicated with one another. Heads held high, noses pointing upwards, with their bottom lips curled from the chin, as if each trying to be better than the next.

In God’s eyes, how many of them were hypocrites sitting before him? Were they even listening to what the priest said? As for God, well, my thoughts on a man living in the clouds, I just could not believe it, no matter how many Sunday services I went to. I am curious by nature, and I believed in order for something to exist, tangible evidence is necessary. Where is the physical proof for god to exist?

Of course, what made it worse for my parents was my usual response when neighbours and friends asked what I wished to do on leaving school. The answer was simple. A scientist, I would tell them, with a hint of a smile, and I would add by saying that I wanted to prove the existence of life. Needless to say, it did not wash well with my parents, and my mother would laugh it off as if to say, Elizabeth loves to joke, and would give me a stare to say that’s enough.

As it turned out, on finishing high school, my career steered me in the direction of becoming a psychiatrist with many years of academic study and clinical training to follow. I believed at the time that my attraction to this area of study was to understand the human mind, especially focusing on conditions like mental health.

During my studies, I met the man that would cause me to fall in love. I believe when it comes to romance, I fall in love rather too easily. Even after all these years, I believe I am still a little like that, although now, I can dismiss the notion more easily. That is not to say that Bradley Carney was not a loving man. He was a gentle, caring and most loving man I could ever have met at the time. Our initial dating was fun, and his sarcastic nature and witty sense of humour always had me laughing. A smile would be constantly planted on my face each time I met him. What a power he had to make me smile all the time! On finishing my final examinations, our relationship turned somewhat more serious, and shortly after, he proposed to me. At first, I thought it was a joke, knowing his sense of humour; but it was no joke. We married and were ready to spend our whole lives together.

At this time of my life, there is no grief or sorrow left in my heart; only joy knowing that Bradley still exists with me in the spirit world, comforting me and watching over me each day. However, at the time of his death, it shook my world. It was on the celebration of our two-year wedding anniversary that he died. It was a skiing accident on the Alps. My world was plunged into darkness, and I stopped living and turned to just existing. I directed what was left of my slight existence to my studies, dedicating my life to my career and my patients.

Before Bradley’s death, I had landed a once in a lifetime opportunity to work in the private institution of Claremont Hospital under the guidance of the esteemed Dr. Marvin Speel due to having achieved top awards in my studies. I often did wonder had he looked for me to join his team. Dr. Speel was a man I was eager to learn more from, having read many of his papers detailing his studies on his work on human anatomy and brain function.

But prior to me meeting Jacob Fontain, the patient that changed my life in so many ways, I had come to dislike Dr. Speel and his methods. From my point of view at the time, I believed the man was more interested in the financial gain than the actual therapy of the patients. I kept to myself and had little dealings with the man. If I had known then how things were to pan out, would I have accepted the post at Claremont? I cannot say. It is easy to speak with hindsight; however I do not regret meeting many of the people along this amazing journey, and more importantly, I would not be alive to write this today.


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The morning sunlight warms her cheeks. Opening her eyes, the slightly parted blinds allow the sun to filter into the bedroom. Feeling warm and relaxed, her body has almost shut down, a physical state she has not experienced in so long. It is comforting. His hand reaches around and holds her body tight to his. Turning, she places her eyes on his.

“Good morning babe,” his voice gently whispers, followed by his irresistible smile. She waits for his next move, turning her head slightly as he nibbles under her right ear lobe. It’s his special little way, and he knows she loves it. Chuckling with response, she holds his arms, squeezing them tighter around her, feeling safe in his arms.

“Bradley, I love you,” Elizabeth replies as she opens her eyes, staring upwards at the clinically white ceiling and lowly lit room. Unable to move her body under the restraints now fastening her to the medical bed, her waking thoughts appear fuzzy and her vision slightly blurred.

“Elizabeth,” her name is called from beside her. As she turns, she takes sight of Jessica on the bed next to her.

“Hey. How did we end up like this? The last I remember, I was taking a blood sample from you.”

“Fortunately I remember a little more than you. You seized the opportunity to make a break for it by trying to use Dr. Speel as a hostage. I mean, if I had some warning, I might have reacted differently. Elizabeth, your strength is amazing! It even surprised you!”

“Physically!? Well, I’m obviously not wonder woman; otherwise, I doubt we’d both be tied to these medical beds.”

“You should’ve seen the three security guards. You would’ve whipped their asses if Dr. Speel hadn’t injected you with a sedative.”

Before Elizabeth could respond, the door of the medical lab opens and Dr. Speel enters.

“Ah! Ms. Bannon, you’ve awoken,” Dr. Speel states as he moves towards her, taking a seat next to her bed. “Astonishing, I must say. I am marvelling at my own feat of engineering. The results I hadn’t anticipated. Don’t you wish to know more about what you’re becoming?”

“Scientifically and medically yes, but none of your bullshit of why you’re doing it.”

“Very well,” Dr. Speel replies, sitting into the chair and crossing his arms. “Firstly, your skin pigmentation. As you’ve noticed, your colouring has returned to its normal state. This is due to you being confined indoors. Your pigmentation will adjust according to the environment you find yourself in. No more sunburn or frost bite. You can enter any environment with a new skin shielding ability. Your irises change colour according to the natural light. You may have noticed your ability to see in the dark. The visual, auditory and sensory functions have been enhanced considerably. You have the ability to fight off any known disease with an incredible healing rate. Longevity of life, as of yet, I’m unable to tell for how long; there’s no other comparable case out there. Ah! And finally! And this one I hadn’t been expecting. Your increased strength! It’s not seen physically in your body, but your muscle tissue has been condensed considerably as has your bone. Mass condensing has taken place.”

“So I’m a freak.”

“No! A unique specimen.”

Elizabeth smiles. “So a freak. The fact that you called me a specimen means I’m not even a person to you, and I stopped being a person the minute you injected me with the serum.”

“But wait, I must tell you the greatest discovery I’ve made. Jessica over here is the carrier of the original strain of the 001 treatment. Her blood cells reacted to the invasion of the H48-64 virus cells. All this time, I had nothing to test with, and she carried the strain within her. She’s most special now. I must admit, after all these years of experiments, I find it hard even to control my own excitement. This is what I’ve wanted to get my hands on all this time.”

“Congratulations Dr. Speel. You must be truly ecstatic.”

“Don’t be disappointed Elizabeth. You’ll always be important to me as you are my creation, but you understand, having the original to test with is an incredible opportunity in science.”

Elizabeth turns and faces Dr. Speel. “Tell me, do you really believe that you can help humankind on the evolutionary step? You may be able to change a person from the cellular level, alter DNA, but you can never change the emotional and cognitive processes.”

“That will happen naturally. Once you begin to recognise and adapt to your new life, the opportunities that are now available, you soon will begin to look at the world around you differently. Your very existence will change, and so too will your thinking. With a longer natural lifespan, how we view the world and our lives within it will alter naturally.”

“There’s no precedent for that, but do you really believe that you can create a new super race of humans, ones that will be enlightened and create a utopian world? Our own history has shown over and over again that empires rise and fall. They elevate to a more enlightened consciousness, only to be destroyed again. Even when you have everyone on a level playing field, we as humans are unique in our thought processes, characters and traits. It only takes one to instil doubt, to create fear, to organise a faction. As a species, we need something to hold onto, a belief, a religion, some faith. We might become physically superior, but I don’t believe the human race will evolve in the way you project.”

“That is what you might believe.”

“What will happen if it doesn’t? Create another method to eradicate those that do not conform? Is it any different from what’s happened in our history of existence to date?”

“Your arguments may be flawed. We’re currently a weak species, and everything you have pointed out is in fact the cause of why we’re the way we are today. I’m not about to get into a philosophical debate with you over this.”

Elizabeth holds his stare. “What happens next?” Elizabeth asks, taking her gaze to the ceiling above her.

“I shall continue taking samples, carry out tests and create a new serum of the original 001, a complement of the AZ417. Just lie back and relax.”

Dr. Speel rises, and taking a clipboard from the nearby medical console, he stops on reaching the door.

“You stand on the side of self righteousness Elizabeth,” Dr. Speel adds as he returns his attention to her. “Do you consider Abbot Fernando to be a righteous man?”

“Abbot Fernando does what he believes is right by his monastery, monks, his guiding principles and the world.”

“Does he have the right to murder a man for a just cause?”

The words hit Elizabeth with force, lifting her head upwards to get a better look at Dr. Speel. “Murder!?”

“Yes! Your dear Abbot Fernando took the life of Markus. My Intel has informed me that it was done in a most savage way at that, slicing the throat and casting the body over the side of a ravine.”

“Abbot Fernando had his reasons, and Markus, as you know well, was no innocent man.”

“You accuse me of playing god with people’s lives, but aren’t you doing the same? Casting judgement on others in the name of your own beliefs?”


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