The Spawn…
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
THE SECOND SIGHT
THE SPAWN
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EPISODE 1
The beautiful woman was wheeled into the Delivery Theatre of the ultra-modern Eden Hospital at exactly half past five in the evening.
She was tall, extremely fair and an exquisitely elegant woman.
She was obviously a very wealthy woman because her jewellery alone would have cost a small fortune, and her dress and shoes were by world-class designers.
And she was so beautiful that people stared at her, even with her belly distended by her full pregnancy.
She had checked into the hospital at three o’clock, paid cash up front, and been admitted at the Labour Ward because her water had already broken.
The name on her card was Elaine Blankson.
She had lain on the bed, surprisingly calm although she might have been in excruciating pain as she went into labour.
The nurses checked on her frequently because she was dilating pretty fast.
Doctor Bediako Osei was on duty that day, and he helped with the delivery with two nurses. The woman was wheeled into the delivery room, and her legs were properly propped up. They set up all the necessary equipment and waited for the process to begin.
And then a very incredible and unbelievable series of events took place that left the doctor and the nurses oddly disoriented, shocked and, to a greater extent perhaps, terrified.
The beautiful woman was lying calmly on the bed, staring at the television monitor, face perfectly taciturn, but as her baby began to emerge, tears appeared in her eyes and slowly fell down her face.
And the baby smoothly slipped out without fuss!
It was so smooth that the baby almost slipped right onto the floor!
He was a big baby boy with extremely handsome features!
The doctor and the nurses exchanged looks that conveyed their terror!
It had never happened before!
This was a five-pound baby that should have gone through a caesarean section, being the woman’s first birth! The woman was expected to have been in excruciating pain, pushing and groaning, to say the least! It should have been a complicated birth with a lot of puffing and huffing, and a certain call for a caesarean.
But the baby boy just slipped out, almost literally!
The doctor thought that the baby was dead, obviously stillborn, but when he turned him over, he found himself looking into a pair of very angry eyes.
The baby boy was frowning darkly!
And it was not an illusion, no, not by the wildest stretch of the imagination! This, indeed, was a furious, scowling new baby boy!
One of the nurses gasped and took a step back, crossing herself quickly and muttering a silent prayer!
The doctor was appalled because the baby was not crying. He quickly cut the umbilical cord and rubbed methylated spirit on the back of the baby, but he still did not cry.
He hurriedly handed it to the senior nurse.
“Clean him up,” the doctor said shakily, and the nurse saw the sheen of perspiration on the doctor’s face.
“S-sir!” the woman whispered tremulously. “He’s n-not c-crying! Is every-everything alright?”
“Clean him up, just shut up and clean him up!” the shocked doctor said, and his eyes were wide with unease, and his voice sounded almost hysterical.
The nurse carried the baby to the cleaning table, and she was followed by the younger nurse whose eyes kept returning to the cold face of the woman on the bed.
She stood next to the senior nurse and watched the baby, and that was when they received another shock!
There was a pale mark on the baby’s forehead, almost like a broad birthmark that resembled a number!
The younger nurse who had crossed herself quickly earlier and uttered a prayer, took a deep breath and stepped backwards, her eyes bulging, her face stricken with horror!
“Jesus!” she whispered, and then she turned to flee from the theatre as her terror completely took over her sanity.
And then the new-born baby suddenly sat up on the cleaning table and pointed a finger at the back of the nurse, his baby face wearing a very dark scowl, his eyes blazing furiously, his lips set tightly!
The fleeing nurse was lifted into the air, where she hung, thrashing wildly, grabbing at her neck as she fought for breath.
Her legs were jerking spasmodically, and her eyes were almost popping out of her head as she hung there in the air, and then her tongue rolled out, and her neck snapped suddenly, and her head rolled lifelessly back on her shoulders.
The new baby dropped his hand and slowly lay back down on the cleaning table, and immediately the nurse hanging in the air crashed to the floor…dead!
Her arms and legs were splayed out grotesquely and etched on her face was a perpetual grimace of raw terror and the anguish of her final moments.
The senior nurse was crying and trembling badly as she cleaned the baby, trying not to look at that black mark on the baby’s forehead.
The doctor also cleaned the mother fast, his hands violently unsteady and sweaty inside the surgical gloves as he tried to keep his horror at bay.
Finally, both mother and baby were clean.
The beautiful woman got off the table and walked toward her new-born son without much expression on her beautiful face. She did not bear the stamp of fatigue of a woman who had just given birth but, strangely, she seemed to be even more beautiful as she moved away from the bed.
She stared at the dead nurse, and then she turned her face to the doctor.
“You will say she had a heart attack, doctor,” she said softly, almost kindly, but there was a rather menacing note in that voice under the gentleness. “You too, nurse. Say anything else, and you’ll both die. You will not breathe of what happened in here to another human being. You speak about this, you die. It is very important that you understand this simple statement I have made. Don’t even let it come into your head. Do you understand?”
The doctor and the weeping nursed nodded, both unable to speak.
The woman picked up her son who was swathed in clean white sheets, and moved towards the entrance.
The baby boy glared at the doctor.
Now the doctor could also see the mark on his forehead.
Seen from the distance under the glow of the harsh lights, it strangely resembled a numeral…
666!
The beautiful woman passed through to the Preparation Hall.
The doctor moved on unsteady legs to the door and looked through the glass panel with sweat raining down his face.
He saw that there were three strange men wearing black robes with hoodies waiting in the Preparation Hall now.
The robes reached to their feet, and totally covered their arms too. The hoodies were so long they covered the faces of the men completely, leaving only impregnable inky blackness within so that their features could not be made out.
The woman silently handed her baby to the strange man in the middle, and then she took off the Theatre gown and entered the inner Dressing Room.
A few minutes later she came out, fully-dressed, and waited.
The doctor gasped with horror when he saw one of the men – the one on the left, actually – holding up a long, shiny knife! The doctor peered closely, but he could not see the faces of the gaunt-looking men in the black capes.
“Did he cry?” the man in the middle asked in a voice that was painfully abrasive and jangling in the ear, causing the doctor a niggling pain in his ears that made him groan and cover his ears for a moment.
“He has not made a sound,” the beautiful woman answered.
“Did he make a first kill the moment he was born?” the strange man enquired from within the folds of the hoodie.
“A few minutes ago, one of the nurses,” the woman answered. “A fallen Servant.”
“He is the one!” the man whispered and nodded to his colleague who was hoding the knife.
The man with the knife was now muttering some words as he raised his hand and drew the knife sharply down on his forefinger and opened a deep horizontal cut, and then as he began to bleed, he dipped his forefinger into the mouth of the baby, and the new-born sucked hungrily on the finger.
“Feed the Golden Spawn!” the man whispered.
The strange man on the right now took the knife and repeated the same act, cutting his own forefinger and feeding it to the baby.
“Feed the Precious Spawn!” he whispered in a rasping voice.
The man in the middle held out his thumb, and one of his companions stabbed him. He used his bleeding thumb to draw a strange object on the baby’s forehead, and then he dipped his bleeding thumb into the baby’s mouth.
“And in the wake of triple of blood fed, you from the veins of the ancient ones, shall Hades be ignited in your bosom,” the man whispered harshly. “Welcome, Master!”
The new-born suckled wildly on the thumb with a maniacal expression on his handsome face, and then he threw his head back and snarled with a deep-throated growl that was as horrible to hear as it was to see…and the doctor’s eyes opened wide with horror when he saw serrated teeth in the boy’s mouth smeared now with blood!
The strange men then handed the baby to his mother, and then they turned and moved toward the main door. The terror-stricken doctor saw that they did not walk but they glided, and he did not fail but notice that they were not actually standing on the floor but seemed to glide a few inches above it.
The beautiful woman put the baby across her left shoulder and followed the men in black, and thus the baby’s face was turned toward the door that the doctor was peering out of.
The baby, still frowning severely, looked up suddenly, and the doctor gasped with fear when he saw that the baby’s eyes were as red as blood one brief moment, and then they changed to burning fire, and then the woman was through the door.
The doctor dropped beside the dead nurse then, and he began to tremble helplessly!
The elderly nurse had passed out on the floor, he saw.
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