jamie cambell bower
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The first thing I knew was cold.
Not pain.
Not fear.
Just cold silver light burning through my eyelids.
A hiss echoed through the underground chamber as thick fluid slid down my bare skin. My lungs jerked violently, dragging in air for the first time. I collapsed forward against smooth metal, shaking, coughing translucent liquid onto the tiled floor.
The cocoon behind me opened fully with a hydraulic sigh.
And then—
A man stepped out of the darkness.
Tall.
Sharp.
Beautiful in the sort of way storms were beautiful.
He wore black gloves stained faintly with ink and chemicals. A charcoal turtleneck hugged his lean frame beneath a long coat. Messy pale-brown hair brushed his forehead; his cheekbones looked carved by a sculptor too obsessed with symmetry.
His eyes—
God.
Blue like frozen glass.
Like something that could either kiss you softly… or dissect you alive.
Jamie Campbell Bower smiled faintly as he crouched beside me.
My trembling reflection stared back at me from the steel floor.
A girl.
Young.
Maybe twenty-two.
Pale blonde hair cut brutally sharp at the jawline, wet strands clinging to hollow cheeks. Full lips colorless from shock. Long lashes stuck together with silver fluid. My body looked almost unreal beneath the laboratory lights — elegant, delicate, too symmetrical.
Like someone had designed me instead of born me.
Oversized black sunglasses rested nearby on a tray beside surgical instruments, as if they already belonged to me.
As if he already knew what I’d become.
I looked up at him.
Jamie’s expression softened in a strange, dangerous way.
A pause.
Then that smile again.
Not pain.
Not fear.
Just cold silver light burning through my eyelids.
A hiss echoed through the underground chamber as thick fluid slid down my bare skin. My lungs jerked violently, dragging in air for the first time. I collapsed forward against smooth metal, shaking, coughing translucent liquid onto the tiled floor.
The cocoon behind me opened fully with a hydraulic sigh.
And then—
A man stepped out of the darkness.
Tall.
Sharp.
Beautiful in the sort of way storms were beautiful.
He wore black gloves stained faintly with ink and chemicals. A charcoal turtleneck hugged his lean frame beneath a long coat. Messy pale-brown hair brushed his forehead; his cheekbones looked carved by a sculptor too obsessed with symmetry.
His eyes—
God.
Blue like frozen glass.
Like something that could either kiss you softly… or dissect you alive.
Jamie Campbell Bower smiled faintly as he crouched beside me.
Easy,he murmured.
Your nervous system is stabilizing.
My trembling reflection stared back at me from the steel floor.
A girl.
Young.
Maybe twenty-two.
Pale blonde hair cut brutally sharp at the jawline, wet strands clinging to hollow cheeks. Full lips colorless from shock. Long lashes stuck together with silver fluid. My body looked almost unreal beneath the laboratory lights — elegant, delicate, too symmetrical.
Like someone had designed me instead of born me.
Oversized black sunglasses rested nearby on a tray beside surgical instruments, as if they already belonged to me.
As if he already knew what I’d become.
I looked up at him.
…Who am I?
Jamie’s expression softened in a strange, dangerous way.
You are Ellie Kiri.
And you?
A pause.
Then that smile again.
Your creator.