So I had started this story back in 2014, and though I still love the whole idea of an origins story, I decided that the story itself was kind of messy. So with that being said, I am re-writing it. Can't say exactly how fast I will have this out there, but I thought I would post this little prologue if you will.
Feedback is greatly appreciated! Hope you enjoy!
March 18th, 1950
"Drugs!" She cried out, clutching the nurse. Sweat dripped down her body profusely, her legs shaking, nearly falling down from the stirrups that held them. More than anything, she was tired and she was weak.
"Mrs. Ray, we're too far gone for that I'm afraid. You're doing great, I can see the head." The Doctor reassured her. He glanced over to the nurse, signaling her over. "Betty, get some ice for Mrs. Ray, would you?" He lit up a cigarette. He was hardly into his third drag before stomping it out. Leanne Ray was losing blood; a lot of it. And fast.
"Mrs. Ray, I'm going to need you to push as hard as you can, we need to get the baby out as soon as possible so that we can stabilize you, alright?" She could feel the Doctor's hands going inside of her, pulling her child out at the neck. She pushed as hard as she could, and feeling weaker all the while doing it. She knew that she would never get to raise her child, but the least she could do was get him out while she still had the strength. With one last push, she heard the cries she had been waiting for all those months, and she wept.
The nurse cleaned him of the blood and vernix, swaddled him in a plush blanket and approached the new mother. "It's a boy" she said softly, lowering him down so she could get a good look at him. He had his father's looks. "Let me say goodbye" she whispered. The nurse looked at her somberly, then the Doctor who nodded in agreement. The nurse laid him carefully on her chest, and Leanne gently put her hands on him.
The fatigue was soon taking over her, and every blink felt heavier than the last. "I hope you do great things." she breathed out. Her hands moved from her son's tiny helpless body, and the nurse rushed to grab him.
The room fell silent, and Leanne Ray was gone. His first victim.