Okay so another new story…. I know I suck and this is short but it's just a beginning, so see what you all think of it and such! I'm gonna send it now…
Don't own twilight….
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Charlie Adam Swan had always wanted a son. He was a war lord, in his own mind. A boss. Someone to be reckoned with. No one stood against him. But more importantly, or so he thought, he was a slave driver. A sex slave driver. He wanted a son that he could raise to lead on after him. His blasted wife, and his own personal slave, had given birth to a woman, named the stupid child Alice. But this was his daughter, and he knew others would never be allowed to touch her, so he didn't put her in the trade. She would grow to assist his son. Because he had a plan.
The burly and ruffled man marched into the badly lit lobby of a small building. He moved past the receptionist, who pretended she didn't see, and into the office of the firm's top scientist. The man straightened up.
"Mr. Swan. What can I do for you?" The doctor was a good looking blonde man, with pale skin and messy hair, as if he had been tugging at it.
"I want a son."
The man almost laughed. "Shouldn't you talk to your wife about that?"
"You don't understand," he growled, slamming his fist down on Carlisle's desk and making the man jump back in his chair. "My wife can only seem to bare girls. I want a strong boy to carry on my… business."
"We don't normally do that…"
But Charlie Swan knew this man and his problems. He knew for a fact the man needed money. In Charlie's line of business, money was never a problem. He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and sets it on the desk.
"You get the other 75% when you deliver me a son. I want him to be the best. Best fighter, swimmer, everything. I don't care what you have to do. Do it. I know you need this money, Dr. Cullen, and you know I have it. So just do yourself a favor and do as I say. After all, your daughter is getting to be a ripe age…"
A look of terror crossed the man's face and he stood. "Don't take Rosie from me, she's only ten. She doesn't need to be a part of this!"
"Then do as I say. The pay is better than the punishment if you don't."
Dr. Cullen made an audible gulp and nodded. Satisfied, the other man left. Dr. Cullen fell back in his chair and sighed. How would he make the best son? Looking at the money, he picked it up, realizing the thick stack of bills were all 5000s, and it added up to over 200,000. A feeling of dread and guilt flowing over him as he pocketed the money and planned to use it to pay off some of his debt he and his family had built up.
He called in his assistant and the young man came in slowly. "Sir?"
"I need research. The best swimmers, fighters, everything. Gather DNA. We have a project."
"Y-yes, sir." The young man left and Carlisle Cullen was left with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. What would this child go through because he didn't say no…
"For my daughter," he muttered to himself.
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10 months later-
The child floated in large tube, a man made uterus, in a way. He had a tuff of dark brown hair and tan skin. Every possible advantage he could have, they had given him. Even the prolonged birth. His brain would have more time to develop and therefore he would be years ahead of his peers. Dr. Cullen sighed, eyes tired, bags clearly visible under each one, with bruises to match. He nodded to one of the nurses, Carmen, and said "Open it. I'm leaving, but I want you to check his vitals. You will be his nurse for the next three years. It'll be our heads if he doesn't turn out perfect."
Carmen, a middle aged, Latina woman, nodded her head and gulped. She knew what this child would mean, and a part of her saw an opportunity to prevent it. Hours later the child began to move in his tank and she relented, "birthing" the child from the tank. He wailed loudly while she cleaned him and sighed, giving the child the bottle filled with specially formulated milk that was supposed to make him even stronger. It was after this she examined the boy, and made a shocking find. She shook her head and, just to be sure, ran some blood tests, all the while rocking him(?) in her arms. He fell asleep, and seconds later the results came back.
"We made a hermaphrodite…" She muttered, and looked down at the young child in her arms, in reality a female with a little extra. She sighed, realizing she would have to raise this child as a boy, so her father would not know of this development. She decided that the name for everyone else to know would be Donatello James Swan, but to her, this little girl would be Isabella Marie. She kissed her head and found some clothes for her, seeing as the child was dressed only in a blanket. With clothes on, she recorded her findings, leaving out the fact that this was truly a girl. Tomorrow, her training would begin, believe it or not.
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Lololololololol Donatello. Anyway, so heres the beginning of this story. What do you think?
