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It’s dark outside. The air felt cold and dry as it struck against the young man’s skin. He is busy rushing towards the passenger door of his beat up pick-up truck, it’s half sunk in mud. The woman inside it lets out a siren like wail before yelling out at the top of her lungs “Will! It’s coming! Hurry up, It’s coming!” William Rackney, a young, red haired; blue eyed lad quite muscular in physique, dashes at the worn down door to open it. The door is jammed; he struggles for a while the woman somehow manages to squeeze in her moans of pain in-between the heavy repetitive breaths. “Will hurry, I can’t take much more of this. Get in the f*****g car and driiiiveeee!” she yells out. Will explains the situation to her, the car was stuck in knee deep mud out in the middle of nowhere and on top of that there was no reception so they couldn't get a call out for assistance. “Will, get me to a hospitaaal! I can’t have my first child in your dad’s stinking’ old truck!” she screams out clenching tightly to his dirty, white shirt at the end through the passenger window. The pain seers through her entire body, she huffs and puffs. Will finally manages to wrench open the door. “I thought you liked the smell in my dad’s old truck Mrs. Alaria Blake,” Will says while bent down on one knee with a charming smile at the end. A tick mark forms on Alaria’s forehead. “Don’t try to be cute when I’m having contraction pains,” Alaria says as the tick mark on her head bulges as if to explode before she kicks him right in the face. “Ohmf, I’m fworry (Oh I’m sorry),” Will mumbles through the mud his face was buried deeply in. He gets up and takes off his jacket to cover her, as he notices that she was shivering. The passed rains had dropped temperatures so low that one could see their own breath. After a while of struggling Will finally throws in the towel. "If we weren't stuck before we sure are now," Alaria states the obvious as William had managed to somehow sink the vehicle further all the while introducing mud into the truck's air intake. Will sets down in his driver's seat, "Well I tried my best hon," Will says. Alaria knew the man well, he could never utter the words but she knew he felt bad about the whole situation. "It's okay babe, you can take a rest for now," she says leaning onto his shoulder. ((Don't do it man, don't do it. It's a test, she's testing you. Plus right now ain' the time to rest. What about the baby?)) Will's subconscious calls to him. As if to read his mind Alaria tells him her contractions have subsided and they can worry about getting to the hospital when the sun comes up. She then proceeds to slowly wrap her arm around his, like a python around it's prey; but warm and soft. "I can't have my man working himself to death for my sake, rest up. We'll hitch a ride in the morning," she says and kisses him on the cheek before placing her head softly upon his shoulder. She snuggles even closer. He always had a soft spot for being pampered and gives in to the moment. He rests his head on hers and they slowly drift off into a peaceful slumber. It’s slightly dark as the rising sun’s light allows for minimal vision. About two hours have passed and the sun is clearly visible, the lush green grass in the meadow to either side, that lead up to the trees of the Noa forest to the far North west of the Northern empire’s capital, sway freely to the rhythm of the wind. The multicolor leaves of the Sonoa trees, only indigenous to this region, sparkle in a rainbow like pattern. The sky clear and blue. It’s tranquil, a truly beautiful morning. The peace is broken as a deafening shriek breaks through the almost perfect atmosphere. Alaria’s contractions where back and worse. Will just turns in his seat, he seems to be having the most delightful of dreams. A huge tick mark forms on Alaria. “How the f**k is he still asleep in this situation!” she says as She kicks him so hard he’s forced outside the truck crashing into the half dried mud. “I’m up, I’m up... Alaria! The baby!” Will shouts as he lifts his face off the ground. Alaria screams and yells curses all over the place. Her frustration having no direct target in particular; some were aimed at her husband, for his 'incompetence' in getting her to the hospital; at her mother, for never telling her that labour hurt this much; at the heavens, for cursing their journey with tragedy; and to her father... well just because. After a few deep breaths she begins to apologize and pray, before starting to curse again. This cycle goes on for a while before she puts on a serious look through the pain. She looks at Will, her teeth clenched and veins about to pop out everywhere. "Willy babe it hurts so much, but we'll be ok in the end right?" Alaria asks maintaining a steady breathing rhythm, "we're gonna have this baby right? If we are, you are gonna have to do it Will." Will absentmindedly agrees to every thing Alaria says, he's too anxious to do otherwise. "Ok so get ready, I'll recline the seat," Alaria says, "...Wai- what?! What's going on? What are we doing? I mean What about the baby, are you sure this is the time for that?" Will asks as he snaps back into reality. "Yes, now hurry we don't haAAAAVE! ENough time," Alaria replies as she gets into position laying on her back, thighs agape. Will begins to unbutton his pants, he pulls them down. A tick mark bulges from Alaria's already frustrated face, she kicks him in the face as he leans in to get on top of her, "What the f**k do you think you're doing at a time like this you block headed p*****t!" "Wha- but you just said I should do it?" Will asks super confused. "I was talking about delivering the baby you horny bulk of testosterone! Why the f**k would I want to f**k in this situation, god I swear you're hopeless sometimes," Alaria clarifies the situation. "Oh yeah, deliver the baby... deliver the baby!" Will exclaims as he finally realizes the conundrum. He looks deeply into her bright brown eyes, he understands this is finally it. It must be him that ushers in this newborn into the world. Will takes in a deep breath and his face finally reflects the mood. He realizes the gravity of the situation as Alaria begins to push, both the baby's life as well as hers are in his hands. He had managed to forage some fresh water, from a nearby stream that formed due to the rains, using a half cut tire he had made from the spare wheel. They struggled for hours, Alaria with the pushing and Will with trying to comfort and encourage her unsuccessfully I might add, he might have been better off shutting up. ((What's this light? Where am I? The last thing I can remember was I was to meet up with the investor interested in sponsoring our team... I don't remember much else, it's all hazy. What the f**k is up with this light and will someone shut that woman up this isn't a maternity ward goddamn it! go-d, I met a god...)) a female voice echoes in the empty void illuminated by a bright light that seems to grow. Finally the child's shoulders pass through and he slips right out. Will is shocked and gets caught off-guard and the child slips off the sheets on the seat but his reflexes don't betray him as he catches the infant before he hits the truck's doorframe. He breathes a huge sigh of relief as he secures the baby in the safety of his grip. Alaria's breathing also stabilizes, ((They're both safe, thank goodness. Wait are kids always this quiet, I heard they're supposed to cry...)) Will's face turns blue as he comes to a realization, Alaria notices his expression, "Will... Will what's wrong?" she asks her voice shaking and starting to break. "Ala the baby... the baby, he isn't breathing," Will says softly in disbelief and shock as his voice quakes in fear and his eyes tear up. "No... No! Noooooo! Not my baby no, do something Will do something!" Alaria reacts upon hearing Will, she too in disbelief. ((I- I- I can't breathe, what the hell man do something!)) the female voice that was once in the void speaks in the baby's head. Fear grips Will so tight he cannot move, his only impulse is to burst into tears. He watches his newborn in discomfort, his small round face begins to turn purple as he grips onto his dad's fingers. ((You i***t stop standing there with your d**k in your hand and do something!)) the voice echoes in the baby's head inaudible to the ignorant and helpless parent. It was an ironically sad sigh, such a mighty man revered by many for his great strength was helpless. A sudden crash sound is heard. They were both too shocked and deep in grief to notice the stranger who had ditched their bike and was rushing at them. The stranger in black leather and a black biker helmet snatches the lifeless baby from the mortified fathers hands. They then proceed to s***k the baby while holding him upside down. Will snaps back into reality, his paternal instinct kicks in though late and in a fit of rage he charges at the stranger and punches them so hard he smashes the shield glass and leaves a dent on the side as he launches the person into the sky. They crash into the ground with a thud and the silence is broken but not by William's heavy breathing but by the cries of a newborn baby. The baby wails so loud that the painful groan of the stranger as they stand is inaudible. Through the c***k in the glass a set of beautiful ruby red eyes are visible with a small cut bleeding above the right eye. Will is stuck in a state of shock their baby is alive! How, was it something that guy did. "Ow! You asshole, you f*****g punched me. Is that how you thank people trying to save your kid you sick f**k, f**k this was my favourite helmet too," says a slightly rough feminine voice muffled from beneath the broken helmet. She takes off her helmet and her snow white hair falls down to her waist in an elegant manner.