• Their Translucent skin sparkled with the warm touch of the helium filled sphere in the sky, the sun. Artificial oxygen was being produced and

    released into their houses, their only required provision. Their smooth perfect skin was nothing but plastic, and yet we desired to attain a minimum of

    their beauty. Their perfectly scaled bodies were measured to accuracy, giving their faces a symmetrical appearance. Their bones could surpass the

    durability of metal, but were lighter than a temperate breeze. Their hair was a magnificent shower of shades resembling their eyes, Dark.

    On their arms they were tattooed with an intricate tattoo of a barcode. Small dim numbers rested underneath the code lines, identifying their

    access code. The barcode was a sign of acceptance. It was the gift of the Gods and our only desire. It was what every 17 year old dreamed of

    securing before life decided to age.

    "Kiss me." He breathed onto my face, his scent brushing into my nostrils. I breathed in and regretted it the next second. His breath, his lips, his eyes, they were all so tempestuous. His upper lip curled up into a pompous smirk as his face became darker. "Kiss me." He repeated leaving only a centimeter distance between our lips.

    I kissed him.

    I closed my eyes and inched closer to those enthralling lips. I pressed my white chapped lips against his perfectly, smoothed silky-touch lips and within a second I was under his spell. I felt myself pushed harder against him, my hand intertwining on the back of his hair, pressing him forcefully against my lips. Yet, this desire seemed to increase as more force was added into the kiss. It was an insatiable craving that longed for more of his perfection. I felt his hand relax on my lower back, pressing me slightly against his chest.

    Suddenly, I felt as if I were drowning. I needed to inhale oxygen, but Hero refused to allow me to part from his lips. I tried to pull away, but his grip only hardened and soon the pain arrived. My heart was beating at an excessive rate due not just from the kiss but also from my heart attempting to pump more blood into the blood stream. His hand left a sore pain on my back, giving the infliction of a burnt mark. I needed to free myself, but oxygen became an after thought when I decided to kiss those rosy ideal lips. His scent and lips had already intoxicated my mind.