The Weight of a World: Prologue
#1 of The Weight of a World
Okay so I am re-posting this. I didn't like the previous one, so here is the updated one! You'll find out why everyone's name is not shown in the first chapter :D This will be a long read. I plan on having 8 pages typed with single-spacing and 10pt font for the first chapter alone. I'll do my best to keep you guys interested, but this is going to be a pretty long series... At least I hope it will be :D But yeah, this is just a teaser. If anyone is interested, please let me know! The more people I have interested in it, the more of a drive I'll have to finish the chapters faster. Criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to say anything no matter how bad it may be. * * *
The Weight of a World By: Psycho Fox Prologue In a white room with several faceless people, a woman is giving birth... "Inhale then push, Mrs. _______," the doctor said from below the pregnant woman. "You're almost there honey," a man holding her hand said in calming voice, looking at her with the most tender of eyes. The woman screamed in agony as she pushed with all her might. "Just one more push... There! It's a baby girl!" the doctor said as he stood up holding a newborn baby, her little voice screaming with life. A nurse who was ready with the clamp and scissors quickly cut the umbilical cord connecting the baby to her mother. The baby was then taken to a table where it was covered from sight by the white backs of the nurses. With caring eyes the man said, "What a beautiful baby. You did great ______," and kissed the relieved and tired mother. _____ looked up to the man and said in a pained whisper and a loving smile, "I don't know what I would do without you." Just then the new mother was rolled out of the delivery room and taken to a recovery room where she could get the rest she needed. A tall man with strong shoulders found the new father just as he exited the delivery room. According to the suit the man seemed to be from the military. "Mr. _____, I presume?" the man said, holding his hand out for a handshake. "That's me. You can call me _____," the father replied shaking the man's hand, "And who might you be?" "I am _____. I'm here to give you an offer," the man replied, removing his hat and brushing his gloved hand through his short, gray-brown hair, "Hopefully one you won't refuse." "Um... alright I guess," the father replied, "What is it?" "There is an experiment, one of which I'm leading, that will bring out the full potential of the human mind. I was wondering if you are willing to submit your daughter to-" the military official was cut off. "I will not have my newborn baby daughter used in some sick-minded military experiment!" the father replied interrupted with a raised voice and disgusted face. He was certainly outraged at how blatantly the military official put the request. "If you will let me finish, Mr. _____. We aren't going to take your daughter without giving you something in return. That's just rude. I'm offering a life-time stipend of ten-thousand dollars a month. According to my information, you make roughly... fifteen thousand a year? I don't see how you can even begin to think of raising a child where you make barely enough to sustain yourself, let alone your wife as well. You will be granted visitation with your daughter, but only limited. If the experiment fails, you'll still get the stipend and your daughter will be free to live with you for the rest of her life without any interference from me or the military," the military official explained, a strange gleam in his eyes, "If there is anything else you'd like, I'm pretty sure I can grant your demands, unless they are outrageous that is." The the military official had a sarcastic smirk upon his face. The father seemed to be troubled. He was thinking of taking a second job just for the child, and he was uncertain of his ability to raise one. The father began to feel the weight the the military official's words. He began to believe that he didn't have what it took to raise a child. "Will I be a good father?" "Can I afford the things a baby needs?" "How will I feed her?" Were just a few questions running through his mind. With uncertainty in his voice, and a shaking body, he agreed to the terms. "Ah, a good choice Mr. _____. I assure you that your daughter is in great hands. I'll even treat her as my own," the military official said as he pulled a folded sheet of paper from a pocket on the inside of his blazer and a pen from his breast pocket, "Now if you can just sign here at the bottom, I'll be on my way." With a look over his shoulder in the direction of his resting wife, the father hesitated to sign it. "I-I-I don't know. I should see what my wife thinks," he replied, "I don't know if this is a good decision or not; trading my baby for money." "Mr. _____, your wife just went through one of life's most punishing trials and you want to wake her from her much needed rest just to ask her a simple question? If I was in your shoes, I'd let her get as much rest as she can right now. Besides, you're a man, aren't you? You can make your own decisions. You don't need other people telling you what to do, do you?" the military official said with a persuasive tone. This man knew how to manipulate feeble minds, especially during times of uncertainty. "You're right. I don't need someone else telling me what to do. I admit, I am very poor and you can't raise a child with an income like mine. For the future of my baby, I'm sure she'll be much happier in a place where she has food and a permanent roof over her head. My wife would say the same... I'm sure of it," the father said as he grabbed the paper and placed his signature on the dotted line. "Thank you Mr. _____. You have contributed a great thing to the future of your country, and you will surely not go unrewarded," the military official said as he took the paper and pen back, and placed them in their previous places. He then took out a card with a phone number upon it. "If you have any questions or concerns, just call this number. Have a good day, Mr. _____." The the military official shook the father's hand one last time and slowly walked away. A sudden confusion befell the father as he watched the man walk away. "What... just happened?" * * * So yeah... COMMENTS! Leave one even if you have nothing to say!