By EliadS

An audible feminine cry pierces the air. A sweating woman is lying in a bed. Her face is twisted in pain and cold perspiration covers her forehead as she grunts in effort. She's oriental, and has long black hair that is now damp and messy. A young oriental man is sitting beside her and she's holding his hand tightly, with a very strong grip.

The woman is in labor and the pain is unbearable for her. The contractions are only seconds apart and she is following the midwife's instructions. Her husband is trying unsuccessfully to calm her down as she grunts, moans and screams in pain.

"Breath honey…It's ok I'm here…" Her husband says. "Oh my dear…such pain…I'm so sorry you have to go through this…Just don't leave me…keep it up honey…you can do it." He thinks as he tries to smile at his wife.

"You! You did this to me! WHY! I'm never letting you touch me again! What the hell are you smiling about! I'm being ripped inside out and you're smiling! Ahhhh! D*mnit it hurts!" She screams as another contraction comes, stronger than before and her muscles tense. Her eyes water and she finds it hard to breathe as the pain rocks her body.

Her husband gulps but remains silent, despite fearing for his wife greatly, and feeling sorry for her pain. Rubbing her hand gently trying to soothe her somehow.

Her knuckles turn white as her grip tightens around his hand and her body pounds with pain; her abdomen seems to explode and she screams again, arching backwards while leveling herself with one hand.

An older woman is crouching before her legs. "C'mon…one last push…I can see the head dear…you can do it!" The woman says. Opening her hands to be ready to catch a newborn child from between the spread mother's legs.

The mother screams on the top of her lungs and grunts, her face twisting with great effort and pain as she makes the final push. She arches back and then something strange happens.

The mother feels a strange burning sensation flood, it travels from the back of her head, and spreads throughout her body, running in her blood like liquid fire. She screams as the pain is doubled when it reaches her thighs, then is pushed down to where the child is being delivered.

Suddenly the mother is covered in bright green wisps of energy that surround her body along with a faint green aura that seems to cling to her like a second skin as she screams louder. The room bursts into violent blinding light and her voice is magnified in an odd manner. The husband covers his eyes and is extremely confused and worried at the phenomena

The mother struggles to withhold the doubled pain, and pushes harder, then she feels all the liquid fire and pain being thrown out with the baby. She is in too much pain to notice it, as the baby seems to be bathed in the energy, which leaves her, and engulfs it.

Then another cry pierces the air, this one a child's. The midwife cuts the cord and holds the baby in her hands. The baby boy looks quite normal, but he's covered in a faint bluish-green aura that slowly fades into his skin. The midwife looks scared and confused but soon calms down as she thinks "It's probably all this stress…I'm finally losing it…I just need to rest…" denying the possibility that what she saw was true.

She takes a nearby towel and cleans the baby gently. While the mother collapses tiredly into her husband's arms, panting tiredly and shivering, burying her head onto his chest and sobbing in pain. He holds her and strokes her hair gently and her back in a shooting manner.
"You did it," He says while smiling. She only sobs and nods tiredly in response and clings to him tightly. He kisses her head and feels her skin is damp and cold, her pushes down the worrying to not concern his wife as well.

"Congratulations, you are the parents to a beautiful little baby boy" The midwife says and hands the mother the baby while smiling.

The mother smiles and sniff, pulling back to look and take him "Hello! Oh look at my lil boy…you hurt mommy so much…but you're so cute and sweet my boy…mommy doesn't mind…no she doesn't…" She says in a warm and affectionate voice to the crying baby. It seems to calm under the soothing voice and stops crying. He rocks her newborn gently, while smiling, blinking back the tears, and uses one hand to wipe the one she shed already.

The father smiles but is disturbed. "What was that burst? It's power was immense…and now I feel it within my son. Oh no…I hope they don't come for him like they did for my wife, or me. That burst probably hasn't escaped their eyes…I can only pray and hope they don't find us" The father thinks feeling great fear overcome him.

"What should we call him?" the mother asks her husband, snapping him out of his thoughts of foreboding danger with a sweet and warm voice. He smiles and sighs silently while thinking for a moment, then looks down at his newborn son "How about Marcus?" He says. "Marcus…Marcus…I like it…" The wife says and smiles at her husband and kisses her son's forehead gently in an affectionate gesture.

A tall man is sitting on a black leather chair. He is wearing a very expensive and sharp business suit. His body fills the suit perfectly, being slender and well built. His eyes are dark blue and his skin golden brown. His hair is dark blue, matching his eyes in their cold and menacing color.

He sips slowly from a crystal wineglass full of dark red wine. His eyes are fixed forward looking into space as he seems to be deep in thought.

He drinks the wine slowly, savoring each bit of it, and it's divine taste. Then smiles half of small smile, half his lip curling upwards. The gesture showing four overgrown canines. These teeth being around an inch or longer than normal and slightly sharper.

"These people are so stupid…It's so easy to manipulate them…Why am I forced to guide…when I can so easily rule. It matters not…It'll be different…it'll all change when the time comes…I'll make sure of that," He says to himself and sighs, gripping the wineglass's base tightly as he gets angry.

He gets up and walks up to a window leaning on the wall beside it and looking outside. Outside the window, a raging snowstorm rages. He can see people stumbling through the snow filled streets.

Humanity…the so called superior species…we're nothing but vermin…just like viruses…we suck the lifeblood from the planet and destroy it slowly as they multiply. All this while competing with each other over trivial things…It's disgusting…things have to change before it's irreversible" The man thinks as he rolls his eyes.

He averts his face from the window, some strands of his hair flapping and falling onto his eyes due to the quick motion, now blocking his vision. He brushes them aside with two long and slender fingers, then looks at the ground and takes another sip of wine.

Suddenly he jerks backwards and his eyes glow in bright blue. He holds his head with one hand and drops the glass. Almost stumbling backwards. He feels ripples of an immense power pass through him, and in his mind he hears a female scream full of pain and exhaustion.

He holds his head in his hands and tries to stop the pounding in his head, and the echoing screams. He closes his eyes and inhales sharply, then it stops and he feels a great relief.

Then he recomposes himself and shakes his head. "What the hell was that? The power… potential…amazing…almost godlike…It just might be what we're looking for…" The man thinks and ignores the fact that wine spills on his clothes.

He sits down on the chair and sits silently. Thinking on what to do now. "Krakof…Krakor…you listenin' suga'?" a female voice suddenly speaks in his head, the voice heavily American in its accent. The voice sweet, soft and cheerful yet also emits a sense of urgency behind its words, one that only a Psychic as powerful as Krakoff could pick up. The telepathic message sending a soft tingle down his spine, as it brings the image of it's bearer to Krakoff's mind and sends quite pleasant thoughts he has about her to his sub cons.

Krakof rolls his eyes and rubs his temples. "What do you want this time Danielle?" He sends back to the source telepathically, his thoughts full of annoyance as she interrupts his thread of thinking, pushing down the other thoughts, knowing his has very important work to do, in planning his next moves and dealing with the pesky essence which has accommodated itself within his mind.

"I'm on my way to talk to ya Suga', it's really important, Council business and all, So I'll be there in a few mins. K, Suga'?" The voice of Danielle repeats quickly in a low and gentle question.

Krakof is about to reply but she beats him too it. "Great…I'm there…see ya soon," She adds and her voice excited and happy before he presence vanishes from the bowels of his mind.

Krakof sits back down and sighs audibly. "Women…the greatest enigma of the universe…" Krakof thinks and looks into space, puzzled by the behavior of the female Psychic which he knows so well, yet the same one that never ceases to amaze and surprise him with that.

"Hehe…many have reached that insight before you Krakof…you're not the only one who's confused by the female gender…" A deep and cold voice speaks in his mind.

"But I swear that woman takes the cake over them all. One moment she's dead serious and seems to be wiser than most…alluring and captivating…perfect…" He thinks his thoughts warm and he feels a strange sensation as he sighs contently.

"But then she acts like some brainless, stuck up little teenager with a tendency to drive me nuts with her attitude and words. Changes her seeming intentions completely, confusing and frustrating me greatly as she does." he thinks and sighs again.

"So…you like this Daniel Psychic don't you Krakof?" the chilling voice speaks in his mind. Again accompanied by a cold sensation, which passed down his spine and makes his shiver.

"No…I didn't say that…who asked you anyway?" Krakof thinks, mentally snapping at the voice as he does.

"You are in denial…but that's your concern, as long as you stick to our plan I won't interfere…for now. The power you sensed…you shall make it ours. It shall be the one we have seeked for so long, I can feel it Krakoff…this time…this time I'm sure" the voice speaks.

"Yeah, yeah…you and your wild goose chases…this is the 4th one you've sensed and been sure about this century. Are you Absolutely you sure this "one" child is ever going to appear, or at least are you gonna settle for someone anytime soon?" Krakof sends back with slight exasperation in his thoughts, the thoughts of the many tiresome and futile and useless attempts that he's made for this essence coming to mind.

"Watch your tongue Mortal! Or I shall be forced to make you watch it myself! And yes! Soon, soon it'll be the time" the voice speaks in his mind, sending powerful echoes and painful sensations in his mind, punishing him for his insolence and rudeness.

"Ok, Ok, you don't have to lose your temper…I'll work on it. Once the council meets I'll begin taking the necessary steps…" Krakof sends and gets up shaking off the pain. Feeling nauseous and dizzy, his body shivering and his throat dry. These phenomena being direct effects of the grip the essence has on his nerve system and the annoying ease in which the essence can bend Krakoff to its will.

Then he looks at himself and goes to change as his clothes that are stained with wine before the lady he knows as Danielle arrives to his quarters.