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Chapter 1: Life as a street kid... (pt. 1)

(See prologue)

~ 23 years earlier ~

I remember the cold. The hunger. Eating away at me. Why did God bring me into this world, only to have me be abandoned, and now dying four days later? Right now, shouldn't I be snuggling on my mother's chest in a warm house? No, that is not what I get. I am a four day old infant, with no mother.

All I can really think right now is 'FOOD!', and I know none of that is coming soon. The minutes are slowly going by as I start to feel numb. Is this how it all ends? Right as I am about to give in to sleep and give my body the rest it deserves, I hear a noise. I weakly start to cry. The noise is so soft, yet rough, because my throat hurts so much.

I hear someone say, "It's coming from over here!"

Another voice asks, "In the dumpster? Blake, why would crying be coming from a dumpster, ya idiot?"

"Yeah, yeah. You're probably right..."

"I typically am, and come on, I mean, we are in the slums, but nobody could be that cruel, right?"

"..."

"..."

"Shawn, I'm just going to check just in case."

"... Fine, if you insist."

"..."

"Okay, I think you might be right! Stop looking at me like that! Yeesh!"

There is a grunting noise and the crash of something metal. At this point, I feel like my Throat is bleeding from all the crying and not enough food. I try to wriggle as much as my tired body will let me, to show them where I am at.

"Shawn, look! Something is moving in that garbage bag!"

"My God, these people really are like animals..."

"Hey, hand me your pocket knife so that I can rip open the bag."

"And where is yours? Blake? Don't tell me you lost it again!"

"Is now really the time?"

"Ugh... This conversation is not over!"

"It never is with you..." The man named Blake grumbled.

"What was that?"

"I said I was going to open the bag now!"

"Uh-huh... Sure."

I have finally given up on crying as it is now hard to breath. I am not hearing anything and think that they must have opened the wrong bag and given up. Then, suddenly, there is a blinding light. I squint my tiny eyes, and slowly let them close. Maybe they are too late, and I will leave this world soon. Screw this evil world. Right before I pass out I hear,

"Oh my God! Shawn, it's a baby! Not an animal!"

"What?"

"Holy crap!"

"Well, hurry up and get him in the car!"

"Why?"

"You're not that dumb right? We are taking him to the hospital!"

"Oh, Good idea!"

"Ugh! Just hurry up!"

There is more talking but I'm too weak to listen, so I finally let the blackness that has been creeping at the edges of my vision, take over.

The next time that I wake up, I see a clear dome above me. Beyond that, there is so much white! My eyes get adjusted to all the light and I can see a lot of squares where the sky should be. When I try turning my head, I realize how weak I have become, and that one movement makes the black come over me yet again.

I wake up yet again, and when I look up this time I see this lady in some all blue-ish clothing and a mask. When our eyes meet, she gasps and drops what she is holding. The object meets the ground with a loud metallic crash. I start to hear a cacophony of cries and screams all around me. I look to the sides to see more babies, just like me, in clear domes, one after the other. They are on both sides of me, and while I am trying to figure out why the lady above me looks frantic, another lady dressed in a similar fashion bursts in a door, a little ways away. She rushes to the nearest crying baby while saying,

"Nita, what happened in here?"

The first lady, who I assume is Nita responds,

"I am so sorry! It's just that, you know the baby that has been asleep for the past month and a half?"

"Yeah, what about him?" she says then turns to the baby she is holding and lulls him, "Shhh-shhh... It's okay, go back to sleep"

"Well, Quinn... He's awake..."

Quinn had put the baby down and was about to pick up the next when she stopped.

"What did you say? That's impossible! His pulse stopped an hour ago when he woke up the first time! He had a heart attack! Stop spewing nonsense and help me put the babies back to sleep!"

"But Quinn, loo-"

"I told you to shut up and help, Nita!"

"Listen here, he is awake and his heart is still beating! Check for yourself and then see if you dare call me a liar!"

"Ugh! This is a waste of my time, but if it gets you to quiet down then fine."

The lady named Quinn comes over, and for the first time I get a good, clear look at somebody. She is definitely thicker than Nita, and she has dark brown hair that is put in a tight blob on the back of her head. I later learn that it is called a bun, and it turns out that if a male wears one, it turns into a man-bun! Anyway, she peers down at me with her mouth wide open and her brown eyes go round. She hurriedly backs away and screams,

"Demon!"

Nita looks at her with a pale face and asks in a quiet voice,

"H-how can you tell that it's a d-... d-demon?"

"How can I tell? How can I tell!? It's heart stopped for almost an hour, and look at those weird eyes!", Quinn roars, shaking Nita by the shoulders.

At this moment I am thinking that my luck is as bad as it can possibly get, and then I hear a deafening noise.


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Chapter 2: Life as a street kid... (pt. 2)

A speaker on the wall crackles to life, and a panicked voice hurriedly says,

"The hospital has been breached by intruders! They are armed! I repeat, they are armed! Ward 1, please take all of the babies and proceed to execute the lock down drill."

Quinn and Nita rush with a cart full of blankets to all of the crying babies. At this point my ears are hurting from the noise of an alarm, the crying babies beside me, and the faint rat-tat-tat coming from the halls. I eventually give in to the urge to cry. Finally Nita reaches me, the last baby, and is about to pick me up when Quinn screams at her,

"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing!?"

"Taking the baby with us!"

"That... THING is not a baby, so leave it!"

"It is still a living thing though! If we leave him he could die!"

"It is not a 'him' it's an 'IT'! And if that demon dies, the world would be a better place without it!"

Nita, looks at me one last time and whispers to me with sadness in her eyes,

"You are beautiful no matter what others say, and I hope to see you again my 'rishima'"

Then she turns and starts to leave. I stop crying as she walks away only looking back once right before the door closes. So I was alone again. I am thinking that I should probably go back to sleep and just wait till it's all over. Whether I mean the lock down or... No, I will survive. I will survive even if it's just because I want to show the world that I can take whatever it has to throw at me and I won't do it lying down! Well, I mean I am a baby, so I will have to take it lying down for a little while, but metaphorically I won't. Just then, the door bursts open and a tall man dressed in all black walks in. For some reason, my gut is telling me to stay quiet, but then again, my gut also told me to just sleep a couple of seconds ago, and this is much more interesting! So... Screw my gut, I'm gonna cry my heart out!

In the end, I just started to whimper. Darn instincts! Well, it was enough to catch the man's attention, because as he was about to open the door to leave, he stops, turns around, and starts walking my way. When he reaches my bed, he peers over at me, and I immediately stop making noise. The man looks at something above my dome, which Nita left open, and grumbles,

"Says here this kid's name is Damon... Who on earth would name a kid Damon? I mean, people will mistake it for 'Demon'. Even we are not that mean... Heh heh... now that's saying something. Looks like you are listed as deceased here kido."

He looks down at me again and smiles, revealing a mouth that is definitely missing some teeth.

"You're coming with me now, kido. Butch will be overjoyed to have a new asset to do his biding!"

He laughs- No, cackles a bone chilling cackle. I'm starting to think that my gut had the right idea after all. Though I can say that I am pleasantly surprised when he picks me up. He is gentle despite his rough and dirty appearance. And let me just say, when I thought the inside of a garbage bag was dirty, that makes this man filthy in comparison. Yikes! He takes me outside and into the hall where he stops at a device with a screen that emits light from a flat, vertical panel.

"Probably don't know what this is, do ya Damon? It is a computer. Yeesh, you really need a new name... hmm... Nope, I never was good at naming things. Looks like you will get your name the way the rest of us do. But don't worry, since your mama probably gave you that name, even though she seems to dislike you, we will keep Damon as your middle name. How's that?"

Well he was right about one thing, my mother probably hated me. Unless you leave your own flesh and blood, that you love oh so much, in a garbage bag to die... then the rest of you might want to question how much your parents all love you... ha ha... ha... Nope! My mom hates me. Meh, let's get back to this thing called a computer!

I hear a lot of clicking and clacking, but other than that not much is happening. So much for this being more interesting than sleep. I start to squirm, realizing that I am now a lot bigger than I was over a month ago! Or at least that is what I understand from what Nita had said. The man looks down at me a little annoyed.

"Hey, kido! I'm just trying to do my job here! Settle down, or else I might drop ya."

He smirks and chuckles at that. This slightly worries me, but then I remember that this is still better than the garbage bag. Oh god... I start to breathe heavily at the thought of being back inside the garbage bag. Oh no, oh God, I'm gonna die in darkness with trash all around me. I will die from starvation or lack of air... God... What if I don't die!? What if I am just stuck in that tiny garbage bag forever? Oh no, help...

by this time the dirty man is looking down at me with something that looks like a mixture of a scowl and worry on his face.

"I should probably look up this kid's medical record just so I don't bring a defective kid into the family..." He mumbles to himself.

We both snap out of what we were doing when we hear someone calls out,

"Alex! You good? What the heck is taking so long? Download the files, kill the kids, and get out!"

Alex responds, "Rick, come down here and look what I found!"

"Ugh... You're a pain in my butt, you know that, right?" Rick says as I can barely see him running down the hall, over the mass of blankets I am in.

"Lookie here, I found this kid in the incubator room and he is listed as deceased! The kid is already off the grid, so we can take him in and raise him with us! You know what they say, 'No one is more loyal than someone who is Mafia born and raised.' right?"

"Alex, no one says that and he won't be Mafia born but sure we can bring him, ONLY if he really is marked as deceased, has no health issues, and does not cry, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah Rick. I got you. And here, check for yourself. It says right here on his file, which I had to get out of the trash since he is supposedly dead and no one claimed him, that he is marked as deceased and the only possible health issue they could find is he might have a small traumatic breakdown with something to do with..."

"Garbage bags? Really? And why the heck does it say 'Damon' next to assumed name!?"

"Yeah, I couldn't figure that one out either..."

"Which one? The garbage bag or his name?"

"... Both I guess."

"Anyway, Alex we gotta run. Butch won't be too happy if we miss the meet up at the rendezvous point..."

"Yeah..."

For some reason both men shiver for a second. Then after some more clicking and some papers spewing out of a machine, both men, one carrying me and the other carrying papers along with a hard drive, start running through the halls. All this movement slowly rocked me to sleep. This won't be so bad I thought, but little did I know, I would regret ever letting that phrase enter my mind when I woke up.


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