CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

Dec 14 2001

The Hercules Cd had a profound effect on Mr. Parker who thought the Pretender gene an accidental mutation found in those with certain blood types. Now he learned that if it weren't for the unexplained miscarriages and stillborn births, this would have appeared in most of society. He read of the searches to get the right young people and to pair them off so that they would produce the right genes. The scientists, however, did not use chance. They fertilized the ova of the women with the strongest sperm and reinserted it back into her womb. The cameras at that time were not as good as today, but they showed four zygotes instead of one.

"So they give birth to identical twins," said Mr. Parker.

"Only in rare cases, but I guess you want a more up-to-date version," said Miss Parker who with a look of disgust, took out the Hercules Cd and inserting another.

The room showing was drab, everything was gray, even the birthing bed had a somberness to it. The only color were the hair of the nurses underneath their caps, their white uniforms and the green uniform of doctor in the room, the latter being, about forty or fifty with wavy black hair and a bulbous nose. Both were occupied in watching a young girl and boy, both pre-teens and both naked engaged in the sex act on the floor "You recognize Dr. Cox's predecessor?" asked Miss Parker, pointing to the doctor..

Mr. Parker did not say anything, but watched the mating, and when it was over, saw one of the nurses go out the room and return with another man carrying a special type of camera and although his niece was gagging at the procedure, the head of The Centre returned from the dead, felt no such emotion.

They took the girl to another room where a special camera recorded the eggs, not one, but four going down the fallopian tubes.

"These are Pretenders," said Mr. Parker. "What about before?"

"All right," she said, opening a newer file. "Here. Remember when you were trying to create a new Pretender, because Jarod had too big a work load?"

"Ah yes when he was about twelve. Sydney told us he complained."

"The Centre got several couples, using by sheer luck, the same methods the Hercules Project did, only they had better equipment. Now, watch."

The rooms were not as drab, but still Centre. The couples were better dressed, and there were flowers in the rooms.

"Remember giving them financial incentives? Remember, taking out the sperm, and inserting just the right kind?" she demanded. I have no idea how you knew the procedure, but one of the doctors at the Hercules Project had to be a traitor."

"If I find the man, I'll have him punished."

"I bet you will," said Jarod,

"Do you know how I found out all this?" asked Miss Parker. "It's just like in the movies, when the heroine confronts the villain, when by some fortunate event she finds out something more. Well, it was when those pregnant girls went in the elevator."

Mr. Parker looked like his regular self as the camera recorded the sperm fertilizing four eggs. "I never knew," he said, but no one believed him.

The camera speeded up, showing the development of the fetuses, until four to six months later, when a black object showed them removed, and four infants, two male and two female on a stainless steel bed, and then showed the body of the mother, a bullet in her head.

"What happened to the children?" demanded Jarod.

"I have no idea, but the experiment worked," said Miss Parker. "They're probably being trained as assassins."

"That Dvd's a copy of an older film, dated over twenty years ago. Those pregnant women you told me about might be their daughters," he said as Miss Parker watched him

re-insert the Hercules Cd right where they left off.

A clergy in the Allied Command produced marriage certificates, for this was back in the nineteen forties. Mr. Parker read about the Allies sending the couples off to Mexico and how his own father caused two of the ships to shipwreck off the coast of Delaware and
made sure the survivors would have no place to go and no way to make a living by destroying any official documents, birth certificates, etc. that they could use.

"I always wondered why my father, Major Charles, didn't buy a house on the base, with his rank," said Jarod who had his arms around Miss Parker.

"An unusual permission of you, my dear," said Mr. Parker, "allowing him to touch you."

"The curse has been removed," said Miss Parker, "so I don't have anything to worry about the children. As for that show of affection, it's because I permitted it or why would you give him as a gift?"

Mr. Parker turned around. "Yes the children, the combination of the well shall I say Jarod gene and that of the Parkers is what I wanted."

"Oh yes via test tube," said Jarod, "or taking my DNA and creating clones. That's not what I wanted."

Mr. Parker was going to tell him he was lucky he did not get a whipping, tell him he was fortunate that he was not locked chained in a cell and tortured, but Miss Parker just
glared at her uncle with a look that said, "you're envious because you can't." and Mr. Parker suspected she was correct.

A bout of mumps when he was a teenager, wiped out Mr. Parker's ability to beget children. He assumed that since his brother had the last name of Raines, that would make the curse ineffective, but the Parker curse remained. A Parker was a Parker even though he carried a different surname. Like his father and grandfather, he had tried to remove the curse, but it still continued. He should not have had those Fathers who were exorcists killed. He should have prevented that other one from succeeding.

He should have told his niece that he had made that certificate of ownership and consequently the legal document to control Jarod, not to hand him over to her, but it was too late now. A curse could not be returned if the original one was put on the unwilling descendants of an evil man The old man pressed the enter key. "It says here there is more information, something about the group in Mexico."

"Scientists attributed The New Species to climatic changes. However, the same climatic change was going on for hundreds or thousands of years. It affected only this certain colony. There was another colony of Northern Europeans in the same area, bit they did not mutate, if you can use that term. . Why did you want me for the Centre? Why not the others?" asked Jarod.

"My father said there were certain people with a certain gene, the Pretender gene. He said they were different from the other races of the Earth. They did not have their own personality and personality is something that makes us human, Jarod. Before he died, he set up some guidelines."

"Guidelines, Daddy?" asked Miss Parker.

"So they could serve mankind. Not have any violent tendencies, which I see, in Jarod's case, have failed."

"But what about Kyle? Raines turned him into an assassin," said Jarod, "and what of the medications given to all of us that turned us docile?"

"Docile?" asked Mr. Parker and Miss Parker whispered in his ear. He now understood about Jarod being a member of a New Species known as Homo Dominant. "The inner nature would still remain, the desire to kill, but your parents kept them under control." He
paused. "But until the curse was removed, by whatever means necessary, you two could not have a relationship. I knew that when he got on top of you — playing doctor."

Miss Parker blew up "Why did you get rid of my baby? Was it a boy or a girl? Is he or she still alive? What about later, when you put me on Jarod twice. You didn't you tell me that Frederick and Margaret were my children?"

"Because Jarod has no rights. He's just, a chattel. When you started mooning over him, I had to stop it. I had to make you see that you were superior, that you could use him. Of course, I would not have done what my brother had done." His eyes blinked when he said that.

Sure you would have Daddy, thought Miss Parker. She had seen the cell he had set up, the chains and the handcuffs when she got back from the Island. She even saw the hidden camera and the extra chair so someone could watch her rape Jarod. She just lied and said, "Yes I know, Daddy."

Mr. Parker continued with his excuse." As for your first mistake, I made sure they implanted it into a good decent Roman Catholic girl who thought she was having an examination for ovarian tumors. We also made sure they did not terminate the pregnancies. Since we had Jarod, there was no need for the tests. He or she would be free of the drugs, free of the Centre influence."

"Why did you do it that the second and third time with the curse hanging over us?" asked Miss Parker.

"To see if allowing their natural instincts to develop would destroy it, much like when two wild bulls charge each other. Do you know with the force of their horns, even though one is the victor, it goes back to the herd and loses its aggressiveness? And as you
know, there is usually only one challenger."

"I get it," said Jarod, "canceling each other out so only their true nature would remain free of that Parker curse, but you still needed that Father Illuminae. The demon that made the curse was probably quaking in his horns."

Miss Parker smiled thinking of a demon quaking. And then she asked about Baby Parker. "Who's the real father, Daddy, of my little brother? Is it Raines? Or was it Thomas or Jarod? Is that why you just gave the baby to the nurse without holding him? Is that why you only acknowledged him when you returned, because you knew that little boy would grow up knowing only the Centre? And who is the real mother? Was Brigitte just a carrier so you could say this is my son when he really isn't?" But one look at her uncle's father told her what she already suspected.