A forgotten mansion lies at the corner of the city, where huge towering trees with heavy branches surrounded it, making it unnoticeable at first glance because of the lush leaves that hide it from view. In that mansion, lives a single scientist who works in his laboratory day and night, abandoning sleep in order to fulfill his one and only mission; to bring back his beloved wife who died in an unfortunately fatal car accident. And he’ll do whatever it takes to get her back, even if it took forever. He wanted to do this. He needed to do this. He needed and wanted her back.

With the loud ‘slosh’ of chemicals mixing together and the sound of the apparatus hitting softly against each other, the scientist does his work with extra care, a slight error could mean total failure, and his efforts will go down the drain. Wiping the sweat off his forehead on his sleeve, he picked up the whiskey he placed on a small table nearby and took a sip. Before he could place it back, he slipped on something and the cup went flying, with him knocking the small table over. “Shoot,” he muttered darkly. After putting the table back in place, he hurriedly wiped off the excess liquid that escaped the shattered glass, and checked if anything was damaged. Fortunately, nothing was. Heaving a sigh of relief, he threw the glass into the bin and carried on with his work, barely noticing the scratch marks the broken glasses left behind.

Months and months of feverish working passed and the scientist had finally completed his task. All that was left was to see if the experiment worked. It was the most unnerving moment. The clock ticked away as he puts his experiment into place. Slowly and carefully, not risking a dreadful mistake, he places an unconscious cat- injected with Chloral Hydrate combined with Ethanol, thus causing unconsciousness -into a clear glass box, with two tubes in it that extends out. One tube was an “in”, the other was an “out”, which ends with a tiny capsule. He quickly unscrews the lid of a aluminum bottle, and holds it over the “in” tube. White vapour slowly drifts out and into the tube. The mist swirls around the cat, as if examining it, before going into it through its nose, and other open areas. The scientist waits impatiently, his heart running its own marathon as he waits for a reaction. Abruptly, the cat gives a quick jerk, and goes still. His heart skipped a beat, a beat of sweat rolled down his cheek.

Have I failed? He thought at first. Then, many tedious moments later, a small glowing light comes out of the cat’s mouth. It was a magnificent sapphire colour. The scientist stares at it, momentarily engulfed in wonder. “It’s its soul..” He breathed. “Isn’t it?” He watched as the sphere drifts into the “out” tube, and into the capsule. Quickly, he shut the capsule’s lid and clutched it to his chest. After a few moments, he started laughing nervously; he couldn’t believe what just happened before him. A soul had just been drawn out from a living mammal! You could imagine all the fame and money he could get if he shows this to the world! But he didn’t think of the fame or money. All he cared about was his next mission.

Holding the capsule, he heads over to a drawer, where he keeps a tiny bottle of his wife’s blood, and took it out. Afterwards, he opens the door of his laboratory, and stepped out for once in a very long time. It was like a haunted, abandoned house. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere. The scientist walked along the dark passageway of the house, and comes to a stop in front of a large sealed metal door. Inside, was a single body; his wife’s corpse. He had had her preserved in this large refrigerated room, until the day he finds the solution to bring her back from the dead. She still looked the same from the day she was concealed in this room. Her face was of sad misery, transparent porcelain skin, and hair a dry frizz. Pain flashed across the man’s face as he looks at his dead wife. With trembling hands, he lifted the cork of the glass bottle, and dripped a drop of blood into the capsule, the soul instantly absorbed the blood, adjusting it’s DNA into the soul. Then he lifted it to his unmoving wife’s lips, letting the glowing light, now the colour of crimson blood, escape into her body. His heart pounded, and licked his dry lips nervously. Please let it work, he begged silently. Slowly, her face turns brighter, with more life in it, and her body becomes warmer. The scientist’s heart rose, it was working! Hours passed slowly as the body gets used to its new soul. With a gasp of breath and a pound of a heartbeat, she opened her eyes and focused on her husband. “William..” She murmured after several seconds, in a dazed voice; much like someone who just awoke from a long slumber. The scientist’s hands shook with pure amazement, his mind going blank at the sound of his name coming from the voice of the very one he had thought he had lost forever. He stared at her and she stared back; eyes locked in an intense and mute staring contest. Finally, he managed to pull enough of himself together to fling his trembling arms around his beloved, tears of complete happiness welling up in his tired eyes.
Mission succeeded.