In the darkest of a September night, a child was born. No...the child was not a witch or any silly things like that…she was just a human being, like all of us really. But she definitely was not like any other.
The night she was born, her mother unfortunately died from childbirth, but her father was still alive. The baby lay in a small crib near the hospital bed, and Mr. Bates stood above it, admiring how beautiful his daughter was.
Dr. Braun, the man who delivered the baby, asked her father, "Sir, are you sure you want to keep the child?" Mr. Bates looked completely unaffected by his wife's tragic death.
Mr. Bates, with an abhorred look on his face as a response to the doctor's question replied, "Why wouldn't I want to keep her?"
Braun shrugged, "I do not know. It is just that…" He paused.
Mr. Bates looked at the doctor angrily, "What? What is it? Tell me! Is there something wrong with her that I don't know?"
The doctor sighed heavily, "Well the thing is, I think the child is rather...strange."
Bates, deeply offended by his newborn child being called such a thing, yelled at the man with such hatred. He felt his vision go blank, his mind stirring into a blur. Mr. Bates' eyes twitched, and almost stopped breathing.
"Strange?" Mr. Bates asked. He slowly walked towards the doctor.
The doctor shrugged and tried to back away, but only ended up against a wall.
Mr. Bates carried his lovely baby girl out of the room and to the elevator, where he planned to take her back home.
By the time the two were out of the hospital, it had been only thirty-six minutes since then, until a nurse discovered Dr. Braun laying dead in a pool of his own blood.