[ CW ] Write a story based on a random word from the dictionary .

Word: Fatiferous- Fate-bringing; deadly; mortal; destructive. 
 
 5/23/2043 
 
 Seven. 
 
 Seven of us are left- we are the only ones of our kinds- we are the last seven humans left on earth. I ca n't say what's been killing us off; they're watching us- our every move, our every *breath*. 
 
 I was thirteen when I was kidnapped by them; torn from my family- never to be seen again by anyone other than those who had taken me. I can remember the long, dark journey to the place that I thought I would spend the rest of my life. The screams haunt me till this day; my mothers voice will stick with me until I go, `` NO! THE'YRE TAKING MY DAUGHTER''. 
 
 Those are the last words I ever heard from my mother. I do n't even know what happened to her- she screamed- but went silent. All of my other memories have been taken. Upon arrival to this prison, I was brainwashed- my home, my name- my life. All of it was gone at the switch of a button. I was theirs from that moment on. 
 
 I ca n't even fathom to stay here anymore- it's nothing. I lay here hooked up to a machine that takes my blood and all I can do is write on this computer in front of me; I think they're trying to *harvest* me- I feel as if I'm being perfected to be a specimen in my capturer's sick game. 
 
 It's happening again. They're coming. I look at my computer and look at the number in the upper right hand corner. It's 6. I look at my door and see my capturers walk down to the cell next to me- I'm here one more day. I hear a loud crack and see a red splatter of what appears to be blood go across my door; Whoever they were taking- is dead. 
 
 5/26/2043 
 
 I'm weak. They came in yesterday and changed the lines that hooked me up to this machine. I can hardly move anymore- it's a challenge to move from my chair. I'm still writing; I want to let whoever finds me know what happened to us. The rest of the humans. I hear another loud noise, but as it's happening, I start to lose my mind. I'm breathing heavy- I don -- 
 
 6/2/2043 
 
 I'm still here everyone. I ca n't even fathom to write down what had happened. I'm not the only one anymore. They'res more of us. Last month they came in here because I was malnourished; they needed to keep my alive. The capturers told me that my transformation was to be scheduled the day that they deem me healthy. I do n't want to be turned; I want to stay human. What I do know, is that those of us who have been taken, have never been the same. Our takers assure us that we will love the new us- but I do n't want to be new. I want everything to be the way it was. 
 
 6/12/2043 
 
 It's my transformation day. They told me this morning. I ca n't go on. I ca n't do this. They're going to turn me into one of them. I do n't want to be anything other than human- 
 
 They're coming to get me right now. I hope to talk to you in the future. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Life was different from here on out. I'm one of them now. No longer am I weak- I am invincible- today is the day that I go back out onto the planet that I was born to be on- Earth. 
 
 I open the door to the facility that I resided in most of my teenage days. I walk out onto the scorched earth and look down at my hands- I'm silver, as shiny as a car that has just been polished. From what I've been told, the sun tried to overtake our planet many years ago- to survive, those under the age of 18 were to undergo a series of treatments to allow our skin to adapt to the strength of our sun. I walk fourth onto the new earth- ready to take on the planet in it's new found glory. 
 
 I. am. invincible. 
 
 
 
 

