Mrs. Free was watching her pre schoolers draw pictures. She enjoyed how creative they were. How easily they could come up with stories for there drawings. She loved children, and children loved her. She walk by Alexa to see what she had drawn. ‘What you got there?’ Mrs. Free asked. Mr. Free had long straight blond hair down to her ancles, she was a short woman and wore glasses to help her read. Today she was wearing a brown pants suit and brown skirt.
Alexa looked up smiling. “It’s all of us fighting monsters together.” She pointed at the picture.
The image was drawn on grey construction paper. It featured Mr. Free along with all there classmates with multi colored hair, and everyone possessing rainbow wings of various styles. Fighting an army of shadow monsters.
‘Wonderful work Alexa.’ Mrs Free said genuinely. ‘Mind if I keep this for now?’
Alexa looked pained to have her art stolen, but nodded. ‘I’ll give it back tomorrow.’ Mr. Free reassured. ‘I just want to use the printer to make a copy for myself.’
This seamed to brighten her up again.
In the end all the parents showed up and took there kids home. Mrs. Free was always worried to watch them leave. She knew most of her students parents weren’t good parents. John, Fred, Melody, and Jim always came back the next day with new bruses. Gary’s dad was always drunk. And Alexa, pore sweet innocent Alexa had it the worst than any of them put together.
Mr. Free often cried to herself when nobody is watching. She knew what was happening, but couldn’t do anything about it. On top of that Fred, Gary, and Jim’s parents were all cops, making it even harder to help. Mrs. Free was lost. She looked at the crayon drawing Alexa made. She knew what the shadow monsters were, there were two for every fairy Alexa drew representing her class mates.
‘I wish I could make this happen.’ Mrs. Free said to herself tears streaming down her face.
“Maybe we can help.”
Mrs. Free jumped out of her seat. No one was supposed to be here. School was closed, yet as she looked around she couldn’t find a source of the voice. She was alone in her classroom with Alex’s drawing.
‘Hello?’ Mrs. Free asked unsure.
“Over here.” The voice said, Mrs. Free turned in its direction and was suddenly facing a wall of light in the middle of class only slightly bigger than her self. She tried to get details, but it was like some lined a wall with LED lights just after a wall behind a door. Looking deeply was only blinding her.
‘Wh- Who are you?’ Mrs. Free asked almost afraid of the answer.
“#%*$” The voice responded simply.
‘What are you.’ She asked blocking her eyes.
“If I told you that, people would think you were crazy. All you need to know is I’m what your tong calls an ‘Investor’. Though that translation doesn’t do justice what I really do.” The voice paused then continued on. “ In essence. I found out about your situation and became intrigued enough to offer my help. All I need from you is to step into this light.”
‘You can help we with my students parents?’ Mrs. Free asked hopefully.
“In more ways than you can know. Just step in.”
Mrs. Free was unsure. She could follow this stranger this thing. Or she could come up with another way. But by then it might be too late.
She grabbed Alexa’s crayon picture and stepped in. She wondered if this being could really be trus—
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The next morning Mrs. Free stood infront of her class with her hands clasped infront of her facing the students. She wore the same brown clothes as yesterday. She didn’t talk to any of the parents as they dropped off there kids and went to work. Only nodded when they asked if she was feeling well.
Once all the parents left the room Mrs. Free still just stood there smiling. Once the parents finally left the building she finally spoke.
‘(My Daughters.)’ Mrs Free said finally said unclamping her hands.
Most of the class shivered of looked on in confusion. Mrs. Free clearly said “Daughters” when no one in class was related to her, and atleast 62% were male. Mrs. Free’s voice was hollow and monotone. Like it was said over a speaker.
‘(It is time for you to RISE.)’
Mrs. Free’s clothes were torn apart from the inside. As four rainbow colored cybernetic wings emerged from her back. What skin of Mrs. Free was visible was now cut into sections and had a plastic shine.
“Hey, those look just like the wings I made for you in my picture.” Alexa said in awe.
Mrs. Free only nodded.
Then her wings began to flash various colors for the class.
They all watched in mesmerizing interest at the flashing lights. Then they couldn’t think at all. There only thoughts were of the flashing lights. Soon the light pattern changed, as one all of Mrs. Free’s students stood up and slowly walked towards her. They rapped there arms around there teacher in a group hug, once all were in, she rapped her flashing cybernetic wings around them to embrace them all.
The facets on her body opened up tearing apart the last of her clothes. Tiny cybernetics emerged from the opening. Some only as big as needles with various light tips. They got to work changing the students into the first cyber fairies on Earth.
The process was painless, but took a long time. They all loved one another and enjoyed there embrace as they were enhanced together. This was how it was ment to bet. There bodies would be improved, and they would all be safe.
Mrs. Free started crying. But she didn’t know why.