Well this fic is from the perspective of two characters I never intended to give face to, Holden's parents. This is going to be a bit of a darker fic set. For those of you who read Unintended hero, you know all about what Holden's parents did to him. This fic will try to show how evil and bad they were and how the Wrens try to justify what they did to him. Flame me all you want for this, but sometimes the evil side has to have their story told.

Chapter 1: Experiment

POV: Lauren Wren

"Lauren, only an hour until that thing is finally perfect. We should get that isolation truck ready." My husband Grifton said after he had eaten his toast.

His blond hair was combed and his blue eyes were blazing. He wore his usual suit even thought he wasn't even going to be acting as president of Exervent today. Exervent is a genetics company my husband and I own, but we make it seem like its run by someone else. I picked up the newspaper off the table to read the first article.

The date at the top read, "May 19th, 1996."

It's not like we needed a reminder of the date. I gave birth to that vile thing that now resided down in the sub-basement of this lavish house, three years ago. That area was constructed for the purpose of holding that vile thing.

The thing only knew that area and Grifton and I were forced to sleep down there to make sure that it couldn't find a way out or misbehave. It continually misbehaved every single day with its fake crying for sympathy from the way it was treated. Why should we give it any when it deserved to be treated the way it was?

Its feelings were fake and any pain it felt was fake as well. The thing wasn't even human, even if it appeared to be. It was our lab rat and born for what we plan on doing today. At least for the time being it was isolated in that room that was sound proof and windowless. That thing didn't deserve to see the outside world, let alone be part of it.

I looked up from the paper and give him a smile, "I'll take that vile thing to Exervent, sweetheart. It's my turn and once everything is in place for the experiment with the Exvarn then that thing will no longer be a monster, but finally human."

Ah Exvarn, so much work went into developing it for this day. It was based off a chemical, known as Chemical X, which a friend of ours, Professor Utonium had been studying for years. Exvarn was a more potent version of Chemical X, but neither of them had ever been tested. We knew through simulations what Chemical X was capable of. It would impart powers, abilities and such to a person, thus making them perfect.

Today was the day for Exvarn to shine. The only reason we even decided to have that thing downstairs was to avoid ethic rules and other potential law suits and problems caused by having other people's children used in the testing. I stand up to go powder my nose in the bathroom. I look in the mirror to make sure my long black hair was perfect; the eye liner around my dark grey eyes was perfect.

I press my hand on a few cresses in my purple button up top. I had to do the same with the matching skirt. I exit the bathroom; walk down the hallway and to a large oak door. The door swings open and I slowly walk down the stairs to go see that thing.

The fake door to the sub-basement swings open and I step out into a low lit hallway. The fake door was an old iron board cabinet and the imperfect thing was told never to touch it. I take a key from my purse and unlock a large metal door that was a few meters away. I enter the room quickly and turn the lights on to check the monitoring systems.

This room was specifically designed so we could watch that stupid thing. Grifton and I enjoyed being cruel to the thing since it wasn't human. We would torture it with sound when it was being very bad and it would act scared and try cry for it to stop. It made me happy to be able to it when I was stressed out from work.

I didn't bother to check the monitors, because I was going to be looking at it soon enough. I exit and lock the door behind me and then walk down the hallway to a large steel door. On the outside of the door was the name Holden. I cringed at even thinking the name. The only reason we had to name it is because its godfather wanted to know its name.

The monster didn't even deserve to be named, but we had to think of one quickly when he asked. His godfather was of course our friend Utonium. We've knew him since high school, Grifton and I. He even majored in the same subject as us in college. I frown as I open the door to its room and the faint smell of pee permeates my nose.

The fuchsia hair thing looks up at me with its blue eyes looking as if it wanted to cry. The hair was a disgusting color and since Grifton and I were geneticists we knew it was a very bad genetic defect and one that made the thing even more of a monster. There was a big dark spot in its bed and I groan because of the extra work I now had to do because of it.

I stare down at it with cold eyes, "I TOLD YOU TO HOLD IT LAST TIME THIS HAPPENED! STUPID IMPERFECT THING, WHY CAN'T YOU BEHAVE OR DO ANYTHING RIGHT!" I back hand it across the face.

Tears appear in its eyes, "I tried to mommy, but I couldn't. I had to go potty badly and the door was locked for some reason."

The thing was being bad again and getting on my nerves. I sit in a chair that was in the room and I put that thing across my lap and I start paddling its bottom. A smile crossed my face as I brought pain to it. It deserved it after what it had done. The thing cried out as if it was hurt. I got done giving it the pain it deserved and then look at it with unfeeling eyes.

Its eyes were all puffy and red, but I didn't care really. I grab its arm and pull it out of the room and to the isolation truck, in the hidden garage. This was the only way out of the house for him and we made sure he could never get in here. The back of the black truck opens and I look down at it.

"Get in there now!"

The thing didn't move, but it spoke, "I don't like it back there! It's dark and I'm hungry."

I give it a smack across the face, "I told you to get in there. You'll get food when we get to where we're going. I don't care what you think about liking it, get in there. NOW!"

It didn't move, so I was forced to push the stupid thing into it and close the door and lock it. I'm just glad the back is sound proof so I wouldn't have to listen to that vile thing whine the entire trip there.

I stop by a Burger Frenzy on the way to Exervent as to feed the stupid thing in back. I open the small slot behind me throw the food to it just so I wouldn't have to hear it complain when we got there.

An hour later we arrive in the underground garage at Exervent and force the stupid monster onto the elevator. The elevator descends into the sub-basement of the building and into the genetics labs. As we leave the elevator that thing tried to grab my hand. I pull away from it quickly so it wouldn't touch me with those dirty hands.

It looked at the floor with what appeared to be a sad depressed look in its eyes while we walked down the corridor until we got to the room where the Exvarn was to be administered. The scientist ushers the thing into the room while I enter the next room over which was the control room for the entire experiment.

Grifton was waiting for me in there and he kissed me I embraced him tightly. "Did it give you any trouble before you left honey?"

I nod, "I have to change its sheets when I get home. The stupid thing can't even hold it for four hours."

We watch through the observation window as the scientist straps the monster onto the table and we both smile. We wanted that thing to be perfect and it was the only way we could love it. I don't care if we are obsessed with it; it was perfection or nothing for that thing.

Grifton eyes suddenly widen and he shouts into the microphone, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? I TOLD YOU TWICE NOT TO GIVE IT ANY ANESTHETIC! I WANT IT TO BE AWAKE FOR THE PROCEDURE."

The man in the next room gulps, "Sir, if we don't give him any then the pain will…"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT ITS PAIN. IF IT SHOWS ANY IT'S JUST TRYING TO GET YOU TO TAKE PITY ON IT! NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOUR JOB, JUST GET IT READY." I shouted in a rage.

The color drains from the man's face, and he picks up the pace and leaves the room. Grifton sat down at the controls to make sure the Exvarn was ready to go. The indigo liquid was in container above the things head and all we needed to do was press the button to start the experiment.

Grifton looks over at me with a smile, "Lauren, do you want to start this experiment up?"

I nod and walk over to him and sit down. I place my hand on the blue button and press it down. In the next room sixteen needles descend down and the thing on the table appears to have a look of terror in its eyes. I smile, as does Grifton as we watch with hungry eyes to see this work.

My smiles twists and broadens as the needles with its hot liquid pierce the things skin on its arms and legs and slowly inject the Exvarn into him. Screams of anguish and pain issue from the thing as if it was being hurt. The screams only got louder and sharper and tears start to appear towards the end as the indigo liquid finally empties into it.

Ten minutes later, the thing is let off the table and it immediately hides in a corner and hugs its legs crying and shivering, as if it was terrified. It hasn't shown any signs of powers or hints of abilities. Grifton looks at the thing in the next room with a look of hate on his face.

I turn to look at that scientist who was at another work station, "It failed! What's the explanation on this?"

The scientist gulps, "Ma'am, there was a one to trillion chance that this would happen."

I grit my teeth, "No, that thing just didn't want to be perfect. It must have done something to prevent itself from becoming perfect."

I march out of the room with Grifton behind me. "Lauren, what are we planning to do with it?"

I look back at my husband and start to cry and he hugs me. "Grifton, I just wanted a perfect child, but that thing doesn't want to be perfect. It's now even more imperfect than it was. We need to teach it a lesson and make it suffer for what it did to us."

Grifton nods, "Agreed. It's punishments for making us miserable will be most severe."

I smile, "I'll take the imperfection back to where it belongs. It's now just a mistake we have to rectify later."

With that, I enter the room with the imperfect thing, "Get up you stupid mistake and follow me."

All it does it cry and I force it up and march it down the hallway back to the truck. "It hurts, stop it! Let go of my arm!" It screamed even more as if it was hurt badly as I drag it down the hall.

As soon as we get to the truck, I throw it in. "I wish you had never been born you stupid imperfection."

I slam down the back of the isolation truck and lock it, before I climb in and drive it back home.

There is their justification for his treatment. Next chapter will deal with them creating Tessa.

Flame me all you want on this one. I hope you liked a different perspective into this AU. I was encouraged to write this by a few people who shall remain nameless for the time being.