Abandoned warehouse
Location unknown
Dr. Whitman sat at his desk in deep thought. Tonight, after many years, he would finally put his plan into action. It had taken him quite some years to find the perfect woman to help him carry out his latest experiment. The woman was in prime health and the perfect age to bear a child.
He stood and brushed off his dark clothing and pulled the ski mask down over his face, to be sure no one would know it was him. His car, too, was in disguise with a new paint job and different number plates. He reached his car and got in before he drove to where he knew the young woman would be.
The target was Louise Defone, who had just finished her shift at a local diner. Dr. Whitman watched as she bid her co-workers good night and began her short walk home. The doctor followed quietly behind Louise, being careful to stay in the shadows. He quickened his pace as she walked closer to where he had parked his car. Dr. Whitman broke into a sprint and when he finally reached Louise he grabbed her from behind. Louise struggled against his grip as he forced her into the trunk of his car. Once he had her completely in the boot, Dr. Whitman shut the lid with a loud THUMP before he ran around to the driver's seat and he started the car started with a roar.
Inside the boot, Louise thrashed around wildly trying to break free; in her desperation she hit her head against the roof of trunk, knocking her out.
Louise awoke, hoping that she'd dreamt the adduction. However, she opened her eyes to find herself strapped down to a cold medical table. She glanced around wildly, her breath coming out in raspy gasps. As she looked around the man who kidnapped her came into view. He had a doctor's mask on and was wearing latex gloves. Louise felt her heart thumping in her chest. She tried to scream but found she couldn't make a sound; in her fear her throat had closed. The man was wheeling over a tray, with what seemed to be surgical instruments rattling away on top. "You're gonna make me famous," the unknown man whispered in her ear. He slid a mask over Louise's nose and mouth. She tried not breathe in the gases but even as she struggled, the world around her went fuzzy and she felt herself slip into unconsciousness.
When Louise awoke a few hours later, she winced as she felt a slight ache in her left side. The man from earlier was still there, watching her. It was like she was in some kind of bad horror movie. Finally her throat unclenched enough for her to speak. "W-what do you want with me?" She asked
The man came closer and sat down on a stool that was a few feet away from her bed. "You, my dear, are going to be part of a very important experiment."
"E-experiment?" she repeated, her voice quivering.
"You see, many years ago the US military created two soldiers. They were the most advanced and top secret development the military ever created, and after many years of success they decided to make a second generation soldier, one who looked more human, but could still function the same as the first generation. I was to be part of the team chosen to make the second generation, but there was a problem and the program was shutdown." The doctor broke out into a small smile. "That's where you come in. I have managed to impregnate you with DNA from one of the first generation soldiers and in about nine months we shall see if our little experiment has worked." He told her smiling proudly as she stared at his in horror. This can't be happening!
Nine months later
Louise screamed as she felt another contraction rip through her already exhausted body. The labour had been long and intense.
"That's it. One more push should do it," Dr Whitman encouraged. After so long he was eager to see his creation. Louise pushed with the last of her strength, she let out one final blood curdling scream before her body gave up.
Dr Whitman quickly snatched the child away from its mother and busied himself cleaning the newborn experimental child. After he had cleaned the child, was he was startled to find that the experiment looked nothing like he had planned. His skin was blue; he had a small set of gills on each side of his neck, and tiny webbed hands and feet. Whitman was determined not to see his experiment fail, he ran every test he could on the child, however all that the tests proved was that the experiment was nothing more than a healthy, if not weird looking baby boy.
Whitman left the child to go and check on the mother only to find she had passed away. In a panic, he decided that he had to get rid of her body as well as the crime against nature he had created. He walked back to where he had left the baby intent on killing the poor child. He looked down at the helpless infant as he wrapped his hands around the baby's tiny throat and began to squeeze. Instantly, the child began squirm and gasp for air. Whitman believed that the child could also be using his gills to breathe, so he took a knife from one of the nearby benches and cut a long line all the way down the gills on the right side of the baby's neck. The gills didn't bleed so the doctor figured they didn't work. He went back to strangling the infant and after a short time the squirming stopped and the small body went limp. He had done it; he had killed his own creation. The doctor placed the baby's body in a garbage bag and decided to dump it in the river; he would dispose of the other body later. He got in his car and drove towards the river. Whitman was almost to the river when he noticed a car behind him, it seemed to be following him, and once again he panicked. He grabbed the bag with the experiment in it off the seat and wound down the window, as he turned around a sharp corner he threw the bag as hard as he could hopping it would make it into the trees on the side of the road. The bag landed in the middle of the road, the doctor's car screeched to a halt, Whitman got out picked up the bag and hurled it into the trees so it couldn't be seen from the road, quickly he got back into his car and sped off into the night.
Mike and Gail Howlett were having trouble getting their two year old daughter Kasey to sleep, so they had decided to take her for a drive by the river. They were about 20 minutes from the river when a car pulled out in front of them, it was strange to see another car out so late but they didn't pay it any mind and continued on their drive. They had just managed to get Kasey to sleep when something came flying out from the car in front of them. It landed in the middle of the road causing Mike to slam on the breaks, and this woke Kasey. She began to sniffle and Gail turned in her seat, hoping to shush her before she could start to cry again. They watched in silence as a man stepped out from the other car picked up what looked like a garbage bag. The man threw the bag into the trees that ran alongside the river. He then got back in his car and sped off.
"That was weird," said Gail, blinking at her husband.
Mike frowned. "Stay here, I'm gonna go check this out," Mike said as he climbed out of the car. he walked to where the bag had landed. Cautiously Mike approached the bag, he poked it gently with his foot, he heard soft wheezing and gurgling noises come from the bag. The noises soon turned into crying as Mike picked up the bag and carefully he opened it.
"What the- JESUS CHRIST! GAIL GET OVER HERE," he yelled over his shoulder. Gail jumped at Mike's yelling, she got out of the car just as he came running through the trees.
"What, what happened?" she asked
"You need to see this," he replied, pointing to where the child lay in the trees. Gail walked through the trees to where Mike had pointed leaving him with Kasey. As she got closer she could hear crying. Gail quickened her pace, when she got to where Mike had pointed she couldn't believe her eyes, she looked down at the helpless child lying on the ground. It was crying its little eyes out. She couldn't stand seeing any child in such obvious pain; carefully she picked up the baby.
Gail carried the infant back to the car so she could get a better look. When she could see the child properly she noticed, that the baby was a little boy and that he was blue. Gail looked over the baby they had found, he was tiny compared to other babies, he had deep blue skin with some darker patterns, however the one thing that Really drew Gail and Mike's attention was the small gills on each side of the boy's neck, the ones on the right side had a long cut down them. The baby started to shiver as a cool breeze blew.
"Oh, you poor darling," Gail said, as Mike handed her his jacket to wrap the small child in.
"Gail what should we do with him?" Mike asked, staring at the newborn.
"We can't leave him here," she replied
"We could take him to the hospital," Mike suggested
"No, we can't," Mike look at him. "You don't know what they'll do to him there, and he doesn't seem to be hurt badly," she told him.
"What about that cut on his neck?" Mike asked
"He's not bleeding and doesn't seem to be causing him too much trouble, other than that all he has is some scrapes and bruises," she said. Mike knew his wife had already made up her mind.
"You want to keep him don't you?" he asked, finally beginning to giving in.
Gail looked up at him with a wide smile, Mike knew her answer.
"Okay, we'll keep him; he looks like he could use a nice family," Mike said, taking the little bundle so Gail could get back in the car.
"Here you go little guy" Mike said handing the boy back to Gail, he then got in the driver's seat and they headed home.
When they got home, Mike put Kasey to bed and when he came back down he found Gail in the kitchen heating a bottle. They both went into the lounge room and sat down to try and feed the little baby. Gail put the tip of the bottle in the baby's tiny mouth; he instantly started to drink down the bottle.
He was drinking so fast that Gail was afraid he would choke. She figured he must have been using his gills to help himself breathe, because they kept fluttering. The gills in the right seemed to be slower; she guessed that it must have been from the damage caused by the cut. After he had finished the bottle they took him upstairs and gave him a bath, and dressed him in some of Kasey's old baby clothes. By the time all of that was done he was almost asleep in Gail's arms, they put him in Kasey's old crib and covered him with a blanket. They stood there watching the infant sleep.
"What should we name him?" Mike asked
"I think we should name him Ayden," she replied.
"Well then, welcome to the family Ayden," Mike whispered to his newly adopted son. They switched on the baby monitor, turned out the light and left the room.