Half of the hospital staff were dead just 10 minutes after she hit labor.
She clutched at her enlarged womb, barely having the air to groan as she ran down the halls, blood spread around the walls. The smell of exposed flesh assaulted her nose, as well as the terribly slippery floors thanks to the blood stains.
Each step she took brought another level of agony, her legs threatening to give out thanks to the ungodly pain her pregnancy had brought her.
She stopped at a dead end, looking back to make sure no one had followed her. All she could see were the bodies, mangled flesh which once belonged to the living, souls who had all died in the most violent of ways imaginable.
It didn't faze her, she had done worse before.
That's when a painful contraction hit, and she grabbed at her womb again, groaning loudly. The thing that was in there, clearly impatient to be born. No, "born" is too human of a word, too civil. Regurgitated, unleashed, spawned, she went through dozens of words in her head, trying to think of a description that could be added to this creature she was about to curse the Earth with.
Another burst of pain attacked her again, as she lifted up her hospital gown, her womb looking more like a zit or a tumor than an enlarged space for offspring. She groaned loudly, dreading the eventual moment of delivery.
Unfortunately, her loud agony was heard by a nurse, who was now rapidly approaching. Cowering in the corner, she tried to wave her hands, making gestures at the nurse for her to go away. The nurse, panicked by the chaos, refused to leave.
"My God, you're alive!?" The nurse exclaimed, not recognizing her as a danger. She suddenly bolted towards her, and at an alarming speed.
As the distance between them closed, she stood up tall, screaming, "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"
The nurse refused to budge, stubbornly inching closer. "We have to leave! I'll call 911!"
She clutched at her womb again, but this wasn't a contraction. Once the nurse had stepped close enough, her womb tore apart into a mouth-like shape. Teeth and eyes were randomly placed throughout the fleshy opening, the middle having 4 long tongues with stinger-like organs on the tips.
The nurse froze, paralyzed with fear, then started sprinting in the other direction.
The tongues shot out, stabbing into her like harpoons. They then dragged the nurse back and held her in front of the mutated woman. They raised the nurse up, and slammed her down against the hospital floor with brutal strength. The tongues picked the nurse back up, showcasing her bloody and damaged face to the woman. Without time to process the work of her mutated womb, the tongues suddenly began bashing the woman against the floor again.
They kept going, harder, faster.
She covered her eyes and looked away, unable to quell the vicious sounds of the nurse's body being smashed against the floor. The nurse's screams started out loud and drawn-out, before getting quieter, and then suddenly stopping. The smashing sounds grew quiet as well, before eventually stopping. Cautiously, she opened her eyes, afraid to look at the end result of the violence she had not witnessed.
By the time it had stopped, the "nurse" was now just a giant splatter of blood and a torn-up uniform.
The tongues retreated back inside her, and her womb quickly transformed back to normal. The teeth withdrawing into the flesh and the eyes dissolving into nothing. The horizontal gash closed up, and everything looked as it did before.
She cowered in the corner again, trying to pretend as if she were a little girl. The same little girl she used to be, beautiful long white hair and shining golden eyes. The little girl who was always happy and always cared for. The little girl who never had to worry about pain or tragedy. The little girl who could never hurt a fly.
The little girl named Rymia that everyone loved, not Ms. Inkaz who everyone feared.
As she imagined her happier days, the familiar chime of the PA system roared throughout the building, albeit now a bit muted and glitchy thanks to how she had viciously tore everyone apart in the electrical room and smashed their bodies into the circuits. A shaky, terrified voice spoke through it, a man's voice, who had thankfully survived her rampage.
"Get out… get out now! Code Orange… don't waste time calling 110! Just run, God damn it!"
The PA then cut out, playing a glitchy outro chime.
She would have stayed in that corner, were it not for another agonizing contraction, reminding her that birth was soon to come. Hoping that no one was still on this floor, she got up and ran around anxiously, looking for a delivery room. Checking the directions on the walls, she passed through the Child-Care Unit.
She had remembered all the times he came here as a child, how this place would always make her feel better and give her a little toy for being such a "good girl". Now the colorful drawings of cartoons she had fondly remembered were coated with the foul blood of the massacre she had inflicted, even those little toy dispensers had been toppled over, the glass shattering and spilling all the trinkets onto the floor.
Her womb suddenly pulsed, as if about to burst like some kind of organic bomb.
After a while, she had finally made it to the Delivery Unit. She raced to one door but it wouldn't budge, it had locked automatically thanks to the building going into Lockdown Mode. She checked the next door, and the next, and the next. She was anxiously looking for either a door that hadn't locked, or one that was weak enough for her to pry open. When she hit Room 405A, she found that the door was weak, flimsy at the hinges.
She threw her right arm back, focusing on activating her Quirk. Her arm suddenly started to sting all over, and it grew in size, the hand becoming more clawed. The mass from her left arm shrunk in order to feed this mutation, and as she punched a hole through the metal door, she violently tore it apart like wet paper.
She quickly surveyed the room. Hospital bed, drawyers, equipment on the table to her left.
She quickly pulled all the drawers out of their places, throwing them onto the ground. Fearfully sifting through the pile of random items and devices, she collected several pain-numbing pills, sedatives, and opioids. She quickly stuffed all the pills into her mouth, drowning them in water from the sink. Once they had gone down, she also consumed the opioid tablets, grimacing at the awful taste. She then picked up a syringe, and violently stabbed it into her groin. She did this several more times, and then laid herself down on the hospital bed, also making sure to wear the oxygen mask. She breathed deeply and quickly, trying to inhale as much of the anesthesia as possible.
The drugs had no effect.
She began to push, much harder than her body could tolerate. Once the fetus had started moving, it was as if the pain was amplified. None of her prior contractions had caused such bodily distress like this. Almost every neuron in her brain was screaming at her to run, to fight, to freeze. She looked over at the tool station again, noticing a rather sharp-looking knife. She could end the pain right now. Knife to the neck. Fall asleep forever.
She slowly got up from the chair, stumbling towards the table as if she were drunk. She reached her arm out as far as she could, the solution to her suffering was now just inches away!
Just as she was about to grab the knife, she was flung to the ceiling by an invisible force, then slammed back down into the hospital bed. She groaned as she clutched at her broken nose, which spilled blood at a rapid rate. Plugging her nose with nearby tissues, she turned around upright and resumed pushing.
With each hour that passed, the pain grew. With each hour that passed, the more the lights flickered. With each hour that passed, the more gravity and physics seemed to melt away. Was she hallucinating? Was she losing control again? Everything seemed to darken as she tried desperately to stay awake, it was as if reality itself was giving way to collapse, the rules of normalcy discarded as if she did not belong in this world.
She felt as if she were in a void, just her, and this demon spawn in her womb.
All those terrible moments of her life she had remembered in single seconds. The first time her Quirk activated, that day she killed her school bullies, or on Thanksgiving when she lashed out against her family, and finally homecoming… God, the things she did back in homecoming.
Another contraction, the fetus was starting to crown.
Once the baby, no, the thing had come out, a wave of disgust hit her. She reluctantly picked it up, cringing at how wet and bloody it was. It was a boy, and almost seemed malnourished, as if the umbilical cord hadn't worked properly. It was also incredibly warm, no wonder, the burning fires of Hell inside make it that way.
She felt an uncontrollable build-up of both fear and rage whenever she gazed at it for even a moment. This creature had brought her such terrible pain, she had never asked for it to exist, she would never want to keep it either. Her mind screamed at her for her to discard it, to find some way to escape the pain. She wanted to just throw it away, toss it onto the street and forget it ever existed. However, to her at least, she was holding a demon in her arms, she couldn't allow it to be let loose in this world. No matter how much she hated this thing, she would be forced to raise it anyway, but she would never accept it.
Rymia refused to believe she was looking at her son, she refused to believe that this creature was even human. No, her body had produced an animal, a beast. Anything but an innocent, harmless baby. This lump of flesh did not deserve a name in her eyes, he was merely a collection of egg and sperm, the unnecessary addition to her bloodline.
In 6 years, this child will be known as Amachi Inkaz. In 14 years, he will be known as Subject-886.
TO BE CONTINUED…