Generation Crusnik

SUMMARY

Abel Nightroad has been missing for seven months. AX has finally located him and Hugue, William, Leon and Tres are sent to rescue him. When they find him, there's something different about Abel. What happened to him and will he be alright?

Warning: M-Preg

Chapter One

Rescue

Hugue, William, Vaclav , Leon and Tres all walked swiftly down the many metal corridors.

They were in the base of a scientist that had taken to performing unusual experiments upon random people off of the street, the only connection being that all victims were male. However, this mission wasn't solely for the public for most of them. This mission was personal.

Abel Nightroad; a beloved friend and comrade had been one of those swiped off the street, and according to the information they'd got, Abel was the only survivor of the experiments. It had been seven months since Abel had been kidnapped and everyone had lost all hope of finding him before he finally ceased his presence with the living, though they still strove to find anything that may have been left of him.

Tres stopped at a door and kicked it open. Inside was a young man in a bloodstained doctors suit and his dirty blonde hair pulled back with a crimson hair tie.

"Why hello there." he purred. "Come to collect your friend? It's a pity that I have to give him up so soon, he's very important to my research."

He gestured to the side of the room where something was hanging from the wall by iron chains.

"Abel!" cried William and Leon.

Yes, it was Abel, only he was in his crusnik form and unconscious.

"What have you done to him?!" Hugue exclaimed.

"I just performed a few successful experiments on him." replied the man. "I should start trying to recreate crusniks, they're so resilient that it means that I don't have to be as mindful of the risks as with humans. Your friend here has a very strong will to live, although, I suppose he's just trying to protect them. Yes, that'll be it. He's staying alive for their sake."

"Whose?" asked William.

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." replied the man. "You're going to take me in, after all. There's nothing I can do to stop you. You took down the guards and now you are here. I guess it's fair play that I loose this time around. After all, you caught me at just the right moment. You couldn't have picked a better moment for yourselves to strike."

"There's a catch." grumbled Leon. "There's always a catch."

"No catch." replied the man. "Just take me in, I'll escape after a few months or so anyway."

He let himself be handcuffed and Leon took him outside as William procured a key from the man. Tres and Hugue prepared to have to keep Abel's weight on top of them as William undid the locks. However, when it came to carrying Abel, he was actually rather light. Hugue took him out from over Tres's shoulders and carried the tall crusnik in his arms.

They got back to the ship where the Cardinal was waiting for them.

"Abel!" she cried, rushing over to him. "Is he alright?"

"We don't know yet." replied William as Hugue laid Abel down upon one of the couches on the ship.

"Um, guys?" Hugue's voice drifted over. "There's something up with Abel."

Everyone turned around and they saw what he was talking about. Abel was flat on his back with his eyes peacefully closed. But then you looked further down and you found that his midsection was rather swollen.

"Maybe that doctor gave him something that he had a reaction to." said Leon, coming over.

"Negative." Tres spoke up in his monotone voice. "Scans indicate other life forms inside of Father Nightroad."

"What?" Leon sounded confused. "Was that English?" Catherina, William and Hugue had all gone very pale.

"I think we now know what that doctor was testing." murmured William.

"What's going on!" Leon exploded. Hugue rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed Leon by the wrist, pulling him out of the room.

"What is it!?" asked Leon, getting more irritated by the second. "What is everyone not telling me!? What is wrong with Abel!?"

"Well it seems that we finally know what the doctor was testing, and it also explains why the test subjects were all males." Hugue said.

"What has that got to do with Abel?" asked Leon.

"Leon, use your head." growled Hugue. "That doctor was using the experiments as a way to figure out how to impregnate males."

"Come again."

"Abel is pregnant!" hissed Hugue. "Up the duff! Bun in the oven! Expecting! Eating for two!"

"Alright, I get the picture." said Leon, blushing profusely. "But how?"

"I just told you to use your head." Hugue groaned. "Leon, just save your questions until Abel has been examined and come through here so that if he wakes up you can help us comfort him. This will obviously be very hard to swallow for Abel and he'll need us there."

They went back in the other room to find Abel groaning slightly in his sleep and Lady Catherina holding his clawed hand whilst William and Vaclav watched on nervously.

"Abel?" Leon asked gently, walking over to his friend and was surprised to see bloodstained tears running down the crusnik's face. Abel seemed to force his mouth open to speak.

"Where am I?" he asked, his voice sounding like the inside of his throat was lined with sandpaper.

"You are on the Iron Maiden." answered Lady Catherina. "You are with Lady Catherina, Father Leon, Father Tres, Father Hugue and Father William."

Abel seemed to take that in slowly before he spoke again.

"My children?" he asked weakly. "Are they alright?"

"They're right here." replied Lady Catherina, placing Abel's hand over his own stomach. The small part of her own hand that was touching Abel's midsection felt the kick that was delivered to the inside of Abel's stomach from a tiny foot and Abel's face softened slightly before his breathing evened out until he was slumbering away.

"He's asleep." said Lady Catherina, grabbing a blanket and placing it over Abel. She stood up straight and took up another seat.

"So he's aware of the children's presence." said William.

"He seems to care an awful lot for them too." observed Leon.

"Well they are inside of him, Leon." said Hugue, looking at Leon exasperatedly.

"So Abel's going to be a father." commented Havel. "I never thought I'd see the day."

"You just made an unintentional duplet entendre, you know." commented Leon.

"Leon, this is a serious matter." hissed Catherina. "What I want to know is how far along he is."

"Father Nightroad is seven months pregnant." reported Tres. "He is due on April the third and his birth canal has already formed."

Catherina looked relieved.

"At least we know that we won't have to have a caesarean section performed upon him." she said softly.

"Provided that the birth goes well." William muttered, but everyone heard him. No one questioned him, because they knew that he was right.

"Tres, is there anything else that we should be made aware of?" asked Lady Catherina.

"Positive." replied Tres, making everyone else tense up. "Fatigue, minor dehydration and minor malnutrition."

"Well that will be fixed with some good food, water and bed rest." William said.

"Yes, but he shall have to be examined by a trained doctor when we get back." Lady Catherina decided aloud, and in all honesty, the rest agreed.

When they got back, they immediately took Abel to the infirmary whilst Tres took the doctor to his holding cell.

The matron was most surprised when they came in with Abel in his crusnik form, this had to be the first time that that had happened.

Lady Catherina took the matron aside to tell her everything. She was a little nonplussed by it all, but she quickly recovered and explained the situation to the other nurses.

Abel was placed in a private room and Catherina, Hugue, Leon, Havel and William were told to wait outside.

Finally, the nurses filed out and the matron turned to them.

"You can go in now." she said.

They did so and took up various positions in the room. Abel was still in his crusnik form, but he'd been changed into hospital pyjamas and there was a drip attached to his arm, his eyes still closed in a deep sleep.

I make no profit from this piece. I do not own Trinity Blood or any of its characters.