“Which baby is it?” Rebecca cried aloud to Martin.

“I….I….”

The alarm had been tripped no more than a minute ago and already the pitter patter of footsteps could be heard rushing ever closer down the ward.

“Which fucking baby?” she screams to Martin as he stands in suspended animation, eyes hazy distant windows to nothing.

She scanned the room full of newborns in their incubators trying to see if she could determine which one it was. She would have thought there would be some marking….some sign. But nothing.

Closer…ever closer…the footsteps and voices could be heard in a tongue she did not recognize.

She quickly rolled the newborns around checking their necks and hands, feet—anything looking for markings that would give some clue..some indication. But nothing. They all looked the same.

“Goodamnit!” she cried, “Martin! Martin!”

A slap.

“I…I…” he dully awoke from his shock. “I don’t know. They all look the”

She interrupted, “how much time before the door closes and we have to be on the other side?”

“seconds!”

“shit! Find that goddamned baby!”

The nurses and security guards were now outside the nursery banging on the door and yelling in their grotesque, ancient, colloquial tongue.

“We have to go.”

“Just a little longer, “ Rebecca replied, pacing up and down trying to remember what Peter had told them. Trying to remember his description. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t remember.

Suddenly the door started to open and before Rebecca could command Martin to keep it shut, he had already lunged towards to door trying with all his weight to keep it from opening.

Simple fucking instructions, she thought.

Find the baby. Kill it. Jump back through the door.

Find the baby. Kill it. Jump back through the door.

Frantic voices now from the other side of the door, Martin, dripping in perspiration staring at Rebecca.

Both of them knew what she must do. Both of them know it was the only way to be sure. Suddenly the door popped open and several bodies fell onto the floor, covering Martin—a tangle of desperately reaching arms and legs scurrying to desperately trying to be the first to stand up.

Rebecca pointed her gun at the first baby and shot it. Then the next… Then the next. Martin rose desperately to his feet and dashed towards her as the security guards, all defenseless possessing no real weapons of their own except useless flashlights, gazed upon the scene in horror.

The silent weapon brought about instant death causing the victim to essentially dry and turn to powder before their hearts could beat more than twice. The room was a tomb of ashes where babies once lay.

Both male guards and the nurses edged their way towards Rebecca and Martin, eyes a look of panic, dismay, and contempt.

But the retribution would not come. Rebecca and Martin stepped quickly through the door and in a flash of light were back to normalcy.

The baby they were looking for was Claire Montgomery, great, great, great ,great, great, great grandmother of Lewis the devil. Once every 10 billion eons a devil is born that triumphs over good. Rebecca’s and Martin’s was a society run by the devil. Dominated by the devil. Having gone back in time and expiring Claire Montgomery was the only sure way to ensure that Lewis would not be born. It had been jugged that for various reasons the generations after Claire were either too difficult to pull off such a stunt, or that not enough information was available to determine where or how to proceed with the expiration.

But this is not a story about the events that lead up to the system rebels sending their saviors back in time to slaughter the babies. Nor is this a story about what happens when Rebecca and Martin return, having also killed an ancestor of the man who was the mastermind of the resistance in that same nursery.

Rather, this is a story about how Lewis the devil fell in love with Wichaya Pornsakarnamej, a Thai prostitute who would forever change his life and outlook of history, philosophy, and the religions that vilify him. How a one night stand between the Prince of darkness and a mahogany skinned beauty shook a bed, a nation, and a religion to it’s foundations. And ultimately how the prevention of his birth left the prostitute in ruins and having to settle for an overweight, balding, middleclass American in the end.

We haven’t much time, so let’s get started….

Awesome! Definitely piqued my interest.

That was definitely interesting! The part with the Devil and the prostitute could be the start of an entirely different story.

SagsWay2low said:

“Which baby is it?” Rebecca cried aloud to Martin.

“I….I….”

The alarm had been tripped no more than a minute ago and already the pitter patter of footsteps could be heard rushing ever closer down the ward.

“Which fucking baby?” she screams to Martin as he stands in suspended animation, eyes hazy distant windows to nothing.

She scanned the room full of newborns in their incubators trying to see if she could determine which one it was. She would have thought there would be some marking….some sign. But nothing.

Closer…ever closer…the footsteps and voices could be heard in a tongue she did not recognize.

She quickly rolled the newborns around checking their necks and hands, feet—anything looking for markings that would give some clue..some indication. But nothing. They all looked the same.

“Goodamnit!” she cried, “Martin! Martin!”

A slap.

“I…I…” he dully awoke from his shock. “I don’t know. They all look the”

She interrupted, “how much time before the door closes and we have to be on the other side?”

“seconds!”

“shit! Find that goddamned baby!”

The nurses and security guards were now outside the nursery banging on the door and yelling in their grotesque, ancient, colloquial tongue.

“We have to go.”

“Just a little longer, “ Rebecca replied, pacing up and down trying to remember what Peter had told them. Trying to remember his description. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t remember.

Suddenly the door started to open and before Rebecca could command Martin to keep it shut, he had already lunged towards to door trying with all his weight to keep it from opening.

Simple fucking instructions, she thought.

Find the baby. Kill it. Jump back through the door.

Find the baby. Kill it. Jump back through the door.

Frantic voices now from the other side of the door, Martin, dripping in perspiration staring at Rebecca.

Both of them knew what she must do. Both of them know it was the only way to be sure. Suddenly the door popped open and several bodies fell onto the floor, covering Martin—a tangle of desperately reaching arms and legs scurrying to desperately trying to be the first to stand up.

Rebecca pointed her gun at the first baby and shot it. Then the next… Then the next. Martin rose desperately to his feet and dashed towards her as the security guards, all defenseless possessing no real weapons of their own except useless flashlights, gazed upon the scene in horror.

The silent weapon brought about instant death causing the victim to essentially dry and turn to powder before their hearts could beat more than twice. The room was a tomb of ashes where babies once lay.

Both male guards and the nurses edged their way towards Rebecca and Martin, eyes a look of panic, dismay, and contempt.

But the retribution would not come. Rebecca and Martin stepped quickly through the door and in a flash of light were back to normalcy.

The baby they were looking for was Claire Montgomery, great, great, great ,great, great, great grandmother of Lewis the devil. Once every 10 billion eons a devil is born that triumphs over good. Rebecca’s and Martin’s was a society run by the devil. Dominated by the devil. Having gone back in time and expiring Claire Montgomery was the only sure way to ensure that Lewis would not be born. It had been jugged that for various reasons the generations after Claire were either too difficult to pull off such a stunt, or that not enough information was available to determine where or how to proceed with the expiration.

But this is not a story about the events that lead up to the system rebels sending their saviors back in time to slaughter the babies. Nor is this a story about what happens when Rebecca and Martin return, having also killed an ancestor of the man who was the mastermind of the resistance in that same nursery.

Rather, this is a story about how Lewis the devil fell in love with Wichaya Pornsakarnamej, a Thai prostitute who would forever change his life and outlook of history, philosophy, and the religions that vilify him. How a one night stand between the Prince of darkness and a mahogany skinned beauty shook a bed, a nation, and a religion to it’s foundations. And ultimately how the prevention of his birth left the prostitute in ruins and having to settle for an overweight, balding, middleclass American in the end.

We haven’t much time, so let’s get started….

Sounds like the search for baby Jesus

Fauxie said:

Awesome! Definitely piqued my interest.

Actually it sucks.

I was emulating a tie soap opera, but through in bad sci-fi.