Chapter 1: Where It All Began
15 years prior to date-
High-pitched wails echoed through the empty steel halls. Darkness enshrouded the path to a single lighted room at the end of the hall. Inside stood a dozen scientists rushing about to odd machines spitting out data. A single glass tube atop a steel pedestal occupied the center of the room. "Sir we are ready to proceed," a scientist called from a console next to the tube. "But are you sure you want to put him through this? I mean he's just a baby," another scientist objected timidly above the wails. "Yes but he's my baby," the man questioned responded harshly, "Proceed." "Sir! The government has rules against this kind of experiment!" the scientist objected stronger. "Government?!" the man replied in bewilderment, "do you think the government is going to stop me now after not being able to after 15 years?!" he cried in rage slamming his fist against the steel doorframe. "What's going on?" a young brown haired woman asked stepping through the open doors. "Nothing to worry about Delia," the man softened his tone sliding his arm around her waist. Delia's gaze focused on a small figure floating in the glass tube. "Giovanni?" she called in a soft voice. "Yes?" he replied coldly, a bit of edge in his words. "Will he be ok?" Delia choked out the words, her gaze transfixed on the tube. "Yes," he answered quietly firm pulling her tighter. "I'm sorry honey but I must tend to some other business," Delia lied, slipping out of Giovanni's arm and back into the hall. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she ran away from the room heels clicking with each step.
The door felt cold against her back, her legs felt weak. Sobbing deeply, she slid to the floor resting her body on the carpet letting her sorrow take over. Her body shook with each sob soon soaking the carpet beneath her with her tears for her child, "I..i di..did.n't wa..want to to let him do it," she gasped between sobs.
"Sir the process has been engaged." "Good," Giovanni replied, a smirk spread across his face.
From within the tube the baby squirmed as a steel hand moved from the ceiling to grasp him. Small tubes snaked through the fluid in the tube from the steel pedestal. Wails echoed from the tube as the first tubes injected their needles into the baby's soft flesh pumping in their contents. The wails quieted to whimpers then to silence as the sedative from one of the tubes took effect. With empty tubes the needles retracted and swam back to the base. "The chemicals have been introduced sir." "Spark 'em." "Yes sir," a scientist obeyed, slamming a heavy metal switch against the wall clanging as it made contact. A droning hum drowned out all the machine chatter as small waves of yellow electricity coursed up the tube. Small pops and snaps cracked as electricity reached through the tube, covering the baby's body. Powerful white light emitted from the baby's body causing everyone to turn away. "Close the shield," Giovanni ordered, grimacing at the light. With that said someone pushed a small button. A small tremor shook the room as a large steel tube encased the glass tube, sliding down from the ceiling. Steam rolled out from under the steel as it reached the floor.
"Delia? Delia?" a soft female voice asked through the door. Sitting up, Delia wiped tears from her eyes, "Who is it?" "Delia! It's Rebecca," the voice answered with a hint of relief, "Can I come in?" Trembling to her feet, Delia swung the door open a crack to let Rebecca in. Sliding in, Rebecca brushed the door close. "It's over," Rebecca sobbed, pulling Delia into and embrace. The dark room hid their tears as they stood holding each other sharing the pain that Giovanni had smashed into their hearts.
"Shut it down! We're done!" a scientist yelled to all his colleagues. Quickly the buzz of machines diminished to silence. Everyone sighed at the conclusion of a stressful experiment. Many began to collect their papers and hand them to the chief scientist present. Others began to chat amongst themselves, but within minutes the room was almost void of humans. "It was a success, sir," the chief announced proudly, walking over to Giovanni. "Good, but keep on eye on him. Remember the last one went bad," Giovanni cautioned. "Yes, sir. But that was a different mother and Delia's DNA is almost perfect for this!" "Almost."
"Dear, you haven't touched any of your dinner," Giovanni said sweetly, "Why?" "I'm just not hungry," Delia replied, looking down at her food. "But you haven't all day." "Maybe I'm sick. I'd better go lay down," Delia moaned, tossing her napkin on the table and walking out of the room. "Jeremy," Giovanni called to a young man dressed in a black rocket suit, "keep an eye on her." "Yes sir!" Jeremy saluted, and strolled off to assemble a watch team. "Don't do anything stupid Delia, "Giovanni whispered, putting his head in this hands.
The bed looked so inviting right now, but Delia knew that sometime soon Giovanna would be in that same bed and she couldn't handle that. That man this is out there destroying her child was once the sweetest man she had ever known, but then his schemes for evil and Team Rocket soon came into play. Everything changed then; he stayed up all night in meetings with other people. He never told her where he was those late nights. A few time she had found women's clothing that wasn't hers'. Now he had done the ultimate wrong to her: he had harmed her child. Delia couldn't take it anymore. She felt the quite rage she had hidden away these many years begin to surface. A thin neck vase holding a single white rose sat on the table next to the door. Delia swatted it off the table, watching it break against the bed frame. The rose lay among the white piece of the vase, water covering everything. With a sigh, Delia bent over to collect the pieces. The door burst open, nearly knocking Delia to the ground. "What happened here?" Jeremy asked in surprise, staring at the small pool of water. "I..I just knocked it off the table by accident," Delia lied, looking out a small window, "But why are you in here?" "I heard something shatter so I had to see what was up, and it is Giovanni's room," Jeremy defended. "Ok, but everything is fine, so can the leader's wife have so privacy?" "Uh, sure," Jeremy stammered, slowly closing the door, backing into the hall. Looking back at the door, Delia listened to Jeremy's footsteps quiet as he walked away, "I need to get away from here, and I'm not leaving my son."
To be continued.
15 years prior to date-
High-pitched wails echoed through the empty steel halls. Darkness enshrouded the path to a single lighted room at the end of the hall. Inside stood a dozen scientists rushing about to odd machines spitting out data. A single glass tube atop a steel pedestal occupied the center of the room. "Sir we are ready to proceed," a scientist called from a console next to the tube. "But are you sure you want to put him through this? I mean he's just a baby," another scientist objected timidly above the wails. "Yes but he's my baby," the man questioned responded harshly, "Proceed." "Sir! The government has rules against this kind of experiment!" the scientist objected stronger. "Government?!" the man replied in bewilderment, "do you think the government is going to stop me now after not being able to after 15 years?!" he cried in rage slamming his fist against the steel doorframe. "What's going on?" a young brown haired woman asked stepping through the open doors. "Nothing to worry about Delia," the man softened his tone sliding his arm around her waist. Delia's gaze focused on a small figure floating in the glass tube. "Giovanni?" she called in a soft voice. "Yes?" he replied coldly, a bit of edge in his words. "Will he be ok?" Delia choked out the words, her gaze transfixed on the tube. "Yes," he answered quietly firm pulling her tighter. "I'm sorry honey but I must tend to some other business," Delia lied, slipping out of Giovanni's arm and back into the hall. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she ran away from the room heels clicking with each step.
The door felt cold against her back, her legs felt weak. Sobbing deeply, she slid to the floor resting her body on the carpet letting her sorrow take over. Her body shook with each sob soon soaking the carpet beneath her with her tears for her child, "I..i di..did.n't wa..want to to let him do it," she gasped between sobs.
"Sir the process has been engaged." "Good," Giovanni replied, a smirk spread across his face.
From within the tube the baby squirmed as a steel hand moved from the ceiling to grasp him. Small tubes snaked through the fluid in the tube from the steel pedestal. Wails echoed from the tube as the first tubes injected their needles into the baby's soft flesh pumping in their contents. The wails quieted to whimpers then to silence as the sedative from one of the tubes took effect. With empty tubes the needles retracted and swam back to the base. "The chemicals have been introduced sir." "Spark 'em." "Yes sir," a scientist obeyed, slamming a heavy metal switch against the wall clanging as it made contact. A droning hum drowned out all the machine chatter as small waves of yellow electricity coursed up the tube. Small pops and snaps cracked as electricity reached through the tube, covering the baby's body. Powerful white light emitted from the baby's body causing everyone to turn away. "Close the shield," Giovanni ordered, grimacing at the light. With that said someone pushed a small button. A small tremor shook the room as a large steel tube encased the glass tube, sliding down from the ceiling. Steam rolled out from under the steel as it reached the floor.
"Delia? Delia?" a soft female voice asked through the door. Sitting up, Delia wiped tears from her eyes, "Who is it?" "Delia! It's Rebecca," the voice answered with a hint of relief, "Can I come in?" Trembling to her feet, Delia swung the door open a crack to let Rebecca in. Sliding in, Rebecca brushed the door close. "It's over," Rebecca sobbed, pulling Delia into and embrace. The dark room hid their tears as they stood holding each other sharing the pain that Giovanni had smashed into their hearts.
"Shut it down! We're done!" a scientist yelled to all his colleagues. Quickly the buzz of machines diminished to silence. Everyone sighed at the conclusion of a stressful experiment. Many began to collect their papers and hand them to the chief scientist present. Others began to chat amongst themselves, but within minutes the room was almost void of humans. "It was a success, sir," the chief announced proudly, walking over to Giovanni. "Good, but keep on eye on him. Remember the last one went bad," Giovanni cautioned. "Yes, sir. But that was a different mother and Delia's DNA is almost perfect for this!" "Almost."
"Dear, you haven't touched any of your dinner," Giovanni said sweetly, "Why?" "I'm just not hungry," Delia replied, looking down at her food. "But you haven't all day." "Maybe I'm sick. I'd better go lay down," Delia moaned, tossing her napkin on the table and walking out of the room. "Jeremy," Giovanni called to a young man dressed in a black rocket suit, "keep an eye on her." "Yes sir!" Jeremy saluted, and strolled off to assemble a watch team. "Don't do anything stupid Delia, "Giovanni whispered, putting his head in this hands.
The bed looked so inviting right now, but Delia knew that sometime soon Giovanna would be in that same bed and she couldn't handle that. That man this is out there destroying her child was once the sweetest man she had ever known, but then his schemes for evil and Team Rocket soon came into play. Everything changed then; he stayed up all night in meetings with other people. He never told her where he was those late nights. A few time she had found women's clothing that wasn't hers'. Now he had done the ultimate wrong to her: he had harmed her child. Delia couldn't take it anymore. She felt the quite rage she had hidden away these many years begin to surface. A thin neck vase holding a single white rose sat on the table next to the door. Delia swatted it off the table, watching it break against the bed frame. The rose lay among the white piece of the vase, water covering everything. With a sigh, Delia bent over to collect the pieces. The door burst open, nearly knocking Delia to the ground. "What happened here?" Jeremy asked in surprise, staring at the small pool of water. "I..I just knocked it off the table by accident," Delia lied, looking out a small window, "But why are you in here?" "I heard something shatter so I had to see what was up, and it is Giovanni's room," Jeremy defended. "Ok, but everything is fine, so can the leader's wife have so privacy?" "Uh, sure," Jeremy stammered, slowly closing the door, backing into the hall. Looking back at the door, Delia listened to Jeremy's footsteps quiet as he walked away, "I need to get away from here, and I'm not leaving my son."
To be continued.