No one took notice of him as he walked down the corridors, his boots clicking against the tiles and headed to the maternity ward. Nurses and orderlies past him as he walked forward…going to claim what was his. Making a final turn he stood in front of the glass window of newborns and scanned around for the one he was looking for.
Faulkner
His eyes gazed down at the child, only a few hours old. No, he wasn't after the child just yet. He was here to claim it's mother. And then the game would begin…a true pure life to take over his work. The father and mother both misunderstood students of his. Looking at the other newborns his right hand reached into his coat pocket for the syringe he would be needing, even if he knew she would come without any struggle. Before turning he took one final glance and smiled to himself.
The children, all future students of his, without even knowing at this very moment they have been given so many gifts before ruining it all.
Life.
And so he walked on.