RAYNMEN: F.E.O.N.A. Chapter Five•Season One•Episode One
Chapter Five Prologue
As the medical examiner prepares for his fifth autopsy of the day, young Cynthia lay dead on an operating table for the very first time. A girl’s young life, so full of promise and potential, snuffed out and quickly discarded. The irony is tragic as she was quoted only days before her death as saying…
“No one ever thinks it is there time…to die, to be shaken loose of this mortal coil, by any number of potential causes people face every day…We will, all of us, die one day but right now, in this moment, we live. We have breathe in us still…and still, it is not yet too late to be a HERO”.
…These words spoken by the youngest valedictorian in Lidar Island High School history, Cynthia Taylor. Her depth only rivaled by her courage, her intelligence only matched by her heart, may she Rest In PEACE. ~FEONA~
Lidar Island, New York – City Morgue
Stanley McGovern – Med Examiner
No! And I won’t tell you again. That information is none of your concern. I am not permitted, nor would I if I was permitted, give you that information about a person in my morgue, much less one still on the GODDAMNED TABLE! Now I think you should leave, or better yet…stay, have a seat, her parents are on their way. Maybe you would like to explain to them your interest in there little girl.
Terry pauses for a moment. Rubbing his hands together so rigidly you can hear the leather on his black Fratelli Orsni driving gloves stretch. He stares blankly at Dr. McGovern, who is not all too impressed with his Armani suit, white collared shirt, and blue tie; nor his slicked back, Frank Nitty, neck-length hairstyle. Terry takes off his eyeglasses and begins to clean them with a small rag he removed from his inside pocket.
No…I think they have been through enough for one day. Thank you for your time, Stanley…It’s a shame you couldn’t be of any use.
Terry put his eyeglasses back on his face and walks out the front door, leaving a cold chill in the room. Dr. McGovern waits to hear the small hand bell attached to the door to sound before heading back to his office, cursing to himself about his exchange with Terry Kline. As he enters through his office doorway, he nearly falls over a small file box. This only makes him more irritable, so he continues to lament. Just as he collects himself and walks over to his coffee machine, his assistant pokes his head through the doorframe.
Cyrus Jones – Med Examiner
Hey! Dr. McGovern, you alright?
How many times have I asked you, Cyrus?
My bad…you alright, Stan?
Thank you…yes, I’m fine. Did you prepare the patient?
Yeah, that’s what I came to tell you.
Good man. Do me a favor and go watch the door for a bit. The parents…should be here soon to identify the young girl before we get started.
Oh…then I should probably go cover the body then…right?
Cynthia. Not the body. Her name is Cynthia and yes you should. Do that first, then go man the door.
Stan takes his first sip of the fresh cup of coffee he poured for himself as he gazes out of the window, contemplative and moody. Just as he was about to take his second sip, he heard the hand bell on the front door ring. So he put down his coffee, checked his appearance in a mirror next to the sink, and proceeded to the front desk.
Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, I presume.
Where is she?
Mr. Taylor is obviously shaken but is trying to keep it together. He is holding his wife by her shoulders with both hands, as she cries furiously.
Where is my daughter?
Cynthia…is in the back. My associate is finishing up the prep as we speak. As soon as he returns, I will take you to her. Here, have a seat. Can I get you anything? I just made a fresh pot.
No, Thank you…we will just wait.
Meanwhile, Cyrus finally makes it to the autopsy room and heads right for the supply locker, covering his eyes as he passes Cynthia’s exposed body. He opens the locker and grabs a thin white sheet. He puts his head down and counts to three. He plans to turn and throw the sheet down over Cynthia as quickly as possible to avoid looking at her. He turns quickly but jumps back, astonished by what he sees.
Tiny, modest flakes of ash are ascending from all over Cynthia’s lifeless corpse. For every flake of ash that rises, a spark shows itself on the corresponding piece of flesh. Her eyes, that once were closed and also, a soothing ocean blue are now a glowing shade of gold and blood red. Cyrus makes certain not to make a sound. He is terrified. He hugs the wall with his back as he makes his way to the door and runs out, yelling for Dr. McGovern the whole way.
Cynthia’s limbs begin to twitch and move slightly, her hands seize, her toes curl, and her nails turn a deep black. Moments later, her whole body burst into flames, setting the operating table ablaze along with her. She does not react, for she is deceased.
Cyrus can see Cynthia’s parents through the window in the door to the lobby as he hauls ass down the hallway. He stops just short of the door and collects himself in order not to excite Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. He opens the door and calmly walks through, head down to avoid making eye contact with the Taylor’s.
Dr. McGovern. We have a problem.
What’s going on?
The body…Cynthia…it’s…well I’m not sure. You really need to see it though…and they…really don’t.
See what?!? What’s going on???
Mr. Taylor…There are, at times, unfortunate and varying reactions a person’s body may have after passing. My young associate hasn’t quite got the opportunity to experience all them just yet. He is probably making more of it than necessary so, I’m going to pop into the back for a moment and have a look. Just have a seat and try to remain calm…nothing worse can happen to her now, she is in peace.
Just as Stan turned to walk away, leaving the Taylor’s with more questions than answers, they all heard a sound like nothing any of them have ever heard. AAAAHHHHHH!!!! A loud, horror movie-like scream, came reverberating through the halls of the city morgue. It made all four of the adults in the lobby take a step back and freeze. A moment later, Mr. Taylor bolts for the door.
Cyrus runs after him, and Stan follows. Mrs. Taylor stays in the lobby frozen in place and still crying. All three men rush down the hall as fast as they can. Cyrus catches up to Mr. Taylor and jumps out in front of him, trying to keep him from going into the area where the autopsy rooms are. They wrestle a bit as Stan comes zooming past them both and into the outer area, then into the room where Cynthia is. When he walks in he yells and coughs a bit. The fire that overwhelmed Cynthia’s body was still burning. Stan ran to the other end of the room and grabbed the fire extinguisher. After Cyrus and Mr. Taylor heard Stan yell, they stop tussling with one another and both of them went to investigate. They entered the room to find Stan spraying carbon dioxide, aimlessly, all over the room.
When he finally stops, all three men just stand there with a look of both confusion and astonishment on their faces. The gas from the extinguisher clears and they are left staring at an empty metal slab, where the body of Cynthia Taylor laid slain the last time any of them checked; but to their surprise, is there no longer.