"YOUR MY NOT CHARLES! YOUR NOT MY SON!""
"Mom just listen"
"DO NOT CALL ME MOTHER YOU MURDERER. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON! WHERE IS CHARLES"
"Mom! Please! Don't give let them take me! MOM! IM YOUR SON! IM CHALRES
"TAKE HIM AWAY FROM HERE! HE WILL NEVER BE MY SON! i WANT MY BABY BACK!
"MOM! PLEASE DONT DO THIS TO ME! MOM! MOM""
~PART ONE: BEFORE
March 5th 2018
The rain poured hard as taxi beeped, and people hustled and bustled in the never-sleeping New York City. From a birds eye view, the side walks of the city looked like a meadow of flowers, as new yorkers with umbrellas swiflty walked as if all of them were late for an important appointment. The tall skyscrapers loomed over the city as if they were kings and queens watching over their people and across the cosmopolitan was the Museum Of Natural History. In the parks next to the Arthur Ross Hall, was the funeral of Charles Reynolds.
Next the to hole and the priest stood a couple. A tall skinny lady, with sparkling blue eyes, now filled with tears, and frizzy brown hair, and a tall muscular man, with sharp cheek bones and smooth hazel eyes. Both stood together clutching each others hands, being dragged through their son's death all over again.
The priest monotonously said the prayers for the parents as family and friends placed roses and other flowers on the coffin. Each one said a few words on how they knew Charles and how they would miss him dearly.
All except one.
A short balding man with a black raincoat on stood on the side of the tomb staring at the couple pitifully. He had an old diary filled with notes and paper sticking out and was playing with it nervously.
As the funeral concluded, and people said their final messages of comfort to the teary eyed couple. The short man came forward and introduced himself.
"Mrs. And Mr. Reynolds I presume?""
The two parents looked at each other, as if trying to remember where he had seen the man
"Yes," Mrs. Reynolds answered cautiously "and who are you?""
"I am Dr. Neizeimer, I study genetic engineering and cloning"
The couple looked puzzled and Mr. Reynolds asked
"Well Dr. Neizeimer, what would we come of service to you?"
Dr Neizeimer fixed his glasses, knowing that after his answer, there was no going back on his theory.
"I believe, Mr. Reynolds, that I can bring your son back to life."