The Story that Never Was
"Will it hurt... sis?" The small boy asked, his green eyes staring at the contraption the Professor was setting up. A small ragdoll with frilly pigtails was tied up on it's wrist and ankles. The girl smiled and looked down at her younger brother, his youth of 8, and brushed some of his almond brown hair of his out from his eyes. She gave him a kiss on his head. Her last kiss.
"Don't worry, Will. It won't hurt a bit. I promise." She hushed, stepping away from him as she walked to the Professor, dreading that she ever said those words. She didn't even know what this was going to feel like, what pains her more is that she had to let her brother watch her go through with this, and he too would have to as well. "Okay, I'm ready." She said to him as he gave her instructions. She listened carefully and nodded. Turning to the mask-like object, she sat down on the stool, hands placed on her lap, her black curls rested upon her shoulders. The Professor pressed three switches on a small, circular