Prologue
"NO!" a woman cried while straining against the bonds that held her down. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks and sweat perspired on her brow from struggling and delivering her newborn child.
"Don't take the baby!"
A short man in a white lab coat and thick glasses on the bridge of his nose chuckled menacingly. He cradled a tiny infant in his arms while leering at the flustered woman bound on the metal table.
"But Lucrecia, he'd make the perfect subject." he said mockingly.
"No... you can't use him for one of your hideous experiments!" the woman, otherwise known as Lucrecia, screamed. She couldn't let her baby taken by this monster.
He ignored her though. "Yes, yes... a very fine subject, indeed..." he muttered while gazing at the baby, eyes shining malevolently.
"He's MINE!" she screeched while straining all of her body against the tight bonds. She pulled herself up as far as she could with her wrists and ankles clamped down so tightly and then collapsed back onto the cold metal surface, breathing heavily.
"Oh, but you forgot that he's mine, too." was all that the scientist said.
Lucrecia could taste the bile rising in her throat, but she didn't vomit just yet. She didn't want to remember that night in the science lab. No... It was too horrible.
The man must have noticed her disgusted expression because he began to laugh maniacally. He walked to her side and lowered her head so that it was disturbingly close to her own. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head so that she faced away from him. His hot breath and long black hair tickled her cheek and it only made the bile threaten to rise more.
"Consider yourself lucky, Lucrecia." he whispered into her ear, "You won't remember anything... nothing at all."
"Hojo, you monster..." she muttered, then spit at his face.
Hojo wiped the saliva from his cheek and glared at the woman before him.
"Yes... very lucky, indeed." he sneered.
With that said, he shoved a device shaped like a mask onto her face and walked away laughing like the maniac he is. The farther he walked down the empty hall, the fainter his voice became, but Lucrecia's screams continued on into the night never ceasing until she couldn't remember who she was.
AN: I'm so sorry for starting something else. Inspiration struck. And, yes, that will always be my excuse.