2Hello to you all once again, due to both uni and this plot bunny unwilling to leave my head I haven't been able to focus on writing as much as I would have liked, hopefully releasing this will remove some of that block.
Either way here's a new story for you all to enjoy, I hope you guys will like it, because I have way too many ideas to stop here with it, so next chapter will probably be released after the next one of "A skeleton's guide" and so on and so forth.
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Chapter 1.
Death and Rebirth
December 7st, 1979
It was not a dark and stormy night, as the usual stories say.
Nay, it was a clear night of December that greeted the English countryside, the sharp, cold air rushing inside the ruined shack that stood in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a sea of grass and trees.
This, however, was but an illusion to hide the true Location from normal people, for if someone were to reach beyond an invisible threshold, invisible and impervious to anyone that did not have the gift in fact, they would see the shack vanish to instead reveal a dark mansion, moss and vines covering the mansion's walls while the insides where warmed by a chimney, with torches of Blue, ethereal fire flickering and giving off a blue light with no heat, illuminating vast rooms full of potions and unguents, of dried remains of men and creatures, and where, behind the bars of a prison two unconscious women, heavily pregnant and covered in rags, were being observed by a man and… something else.
"Doctor Marius, how fare the subjects?" someone with a sibilant voice asked, the tips of their long, pale fingers touching the bars of the prison, beyond which the women were held.
"They seem stable, the fluctuations seem to have stopped and should be able to bring the half-breeds to term but…" the seedy man said, his high-pitched voice trailing off as bloodred eyes focused back on him, making him gulp in fright.
"But what doctor?" it said, its voice reverberating through the room with a sibilant hiss "what more do you want, I have given you everything to succeed, and you have yet to give me anything but failures, chose your next words carefully." It said, his hands moving quicker than the doctor's eyes could follow, the pale wand in the thing's hands pressed tightly against his throat "The, The subjects are weakening! The ritualistic starving needed is counterproductive to their pregnancy, we still need at least a month at the earliest for the child to be delivered safely, even a Nutrient Potion would not work!" the doctor said, hurrying the explanation as fast as he could to get the wand taken off of his throat.
"Then find a way doctor, or suffer the consequences" the thing said, removing the wand from the doctor's neck and swiftly exiting the room, meanwhile the doctor dropped to his knees, his hand massaging his throat 'Merlin's dammit, how am I supposed to fix this, the muggle bodies are too weak to survive the pregnancy for another week, let alone a Month! Hel, their minds have already been shattered from the strain of carrying the children to term, there is no way for a muggle to… for a muggle to' he thought, raising to his feet as a flash of inspiration took him, running towards the desk on the far wall, rummaging through the books and diaries on the experiment as he tried to find the Arithmantic sequence for the ritual.
"If we alternate the ritual sequence and use a few rarer materials to bond the traits to the children… fuck me I would be able to use a mudblood for this" He muttered, laughing the last part in relief at having found something that would save his life and bring his mission to fruition 'Any of the child bloodline would have an hard time managing any ritual that might hamper his physical growth and fertility, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make, it's not like they are ever going to be used for more than fodder and hard labour anyway' he thought, scratching his chin as he grabbed another sheet of parchment, writing down with his quill the new sequence and calculating the time for the next ritual, which thankfully for him was no more than a week away, enough time for him to find the materials needed for the new ritual.
"I just hope the two women survive until then, I doubt I'd be able to find another part-giant child in time" he said to himself, muttering a few spells with his wands and putting out the lights, leaving the room in a hurry and leaving the two women in the dark.
Unknown to him however, one of the two women was still able to, if barely, hang on to her sanity, if simply by dint of being a squib of a now extinct family, what once got her shunned from her family now the very same thing that saved her.
'Fucking bastard' she thought, lifting her head as soon as he was gone, hissing at the sharp pain in her back from staying still so long.
She fiddled on her back, grabbing the small length of steel she had managed to hide inside the hay bed, she thanked whatever gods were listening that the wizard had not bothered to check the cell, thinking her harmless and already dead, if only in mind, and started sharpening it again.
She thought on her plan, knowing, in her heart of hearts, that this would be the only occasion she would have to escape this place, feeling her mind slip away bit by bit, day by day.
And so, with a heavy heart, she rose to her feet, grabbing the flimsy pillow she had been given, as she prepared to do her dirty deed.
She looked over her sleeping companion, eyes swelling with tears at the thought of the once youthful face, once full of hope and smiles when they still thought someone would come to save them, now reduced to a grey-gaunt corpselike visage, who's body denied death even when her mind had gone to it so long ago.
And yet, she knew she had to do, and so she rose the pillow, and pressed it down hard on her friend's face.
It did not take long for her to die, her body, already to the brink, giving out for the lack of air after a scant few seconds, the wailing of the wards telling her that she had succeeded in her deed, and so she hurried back to her nearby cot, and feigned sleep once more.
Soon enough the Wizard arrived once more, vanishing the prison's bars with a flick of his wand and rushing towards her friend's corpse, muttering incantation after incantation to understand what happened, deeply immersed in the investigations.
So deeply immersed in-fact, that he did not hear her rise from her cot and grab the shiv from under her.
Clara's heart beat loudly in her chest, fear and excitement and hope and wrath warring in her body as she tiptoed towards the wizard, rising the blade up on high and bringing it down with all the strength she could muster on the wizard's Skull, burying the shiv to the hilt before assaulting him with animalistic ferocity as she tore open his neck and started grabbing the skull, crushing it against the ground with all her rage, all the hurt she had suffered, both hers and her friend's own, until it's face was no more than a smear on the ground, and its heart had beaten its last.
She collapsed then, knee deep in a pool of Blood and brain matter as she panted in exhaustion and spent rage, adrenaline making space for deep fatigue as she fought sleep with all she got, now that the revenge was done the escape was the only thing in her mind.
And so, she rose, and she ran, she ran from the cell, hitting a candlestand with her shoulder in her haste, knocking them on the papers scattered around the laboratory.
She ran away from the manse, she managed to get a good kilometre away and land on a nearby the road before collapsing, the exhaustion finally catching up to her.
Her eyes close a final time, and the last thing she heard was the sound of an explosion and the loud rumblings of a tractor.
POV shift
John Uller's Day had started decent enough, the cock's crow woke him up a little before dawn, as usual, he'd kissed his wife good morning and had gotten a good cup of black coffee, just as it should be.
And then things had started to go to shit, first, he had found his pig dead, poor bastard had choked with a piece of bone, then his car's transition broke down and he had to go to the city to buy a new one, with his tractor, at this point he just hoped his day wouldn't get any worse.
'I shouldn't have tempted fate, fuck' he thought with worry, noticing what he guessed was a body on the side of the road.
He ran towards it, jumping down from the tractor in a hurry to get there, hoping whoever it was still alive.
He reached the body, now noticing it to be that of an heavily pregnant and emaciated woman, sighing with relief as he saw her chest rise and fall, signalling that she was still breathing, and tried to shake her awake, frowning as she failed to awake once more "fuck, got to bring her to the hospital" he swore, grabbing her from the back and heaving her up with an huff, butting her on the back of the tractor and gunning it for the town, hoping that nothing bad would happen to her before he managed to get her to the clinic.
He made quick for the town, pushing the old tractor to its limits, managing to reach it in right about 10 minutes, his mind full of worry for the passenger on his right, her breath steadily dropping as they reached the town until the only thing that gave an inkling of a breath was the slight rising and falling of her chest.
He pulled over to the clinic, Slamming the door open with his back as he carried her inside, to the shocked gaze of the nurse inside, who screamed with a shrill voice "DOCTOR!" before quickly going around the counter, pushing a bed trolley towards the man, taking the girl from his hands and putting her on the trolly, right as the doctor came in.
"What the hell is going on Margaret!?" he screamed before noticing the pregnant girl on the trolley "Jesus Christ, call the Hospital Marge, I don't think we are going to be able to take care of her here" he said, launching to her side and starting a quick checkup, noticing her weakening pulse and slow breath.
"God's Sake John, why did you bring her here and not to the bloody hospital."
"Here was closer, and how the fuck am I going to drive to the hospital in a bloody tractor anyway?" he replied, biting his nails in worry "Is she going to be alright?"
"Hard to say, her pulse is weak and so is her breathing, I would need some equipment, which I don't have at the fucking moment, to check more and… shit" he said, looking at the rapid wetting of the bedsheets near her nether regions, raising the sheets to see the clear and yellowy liquid that could only mean one thing.
"Shit, her waters broke, MARGE, HOW ARE WE ON THAT AMBULANCE?" He said, rushing the patient deep into his clinic and into the hall he kept as a small first response
"IT'S NOT COMING"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS NOT COMING, THE PATIENT IS PASSED OUT AND GIVING BIRTH, SHE NEEDS THAT AMBULANCE" he screamed, making a nod to John to help him pass her to the bed, grabbing a nearby ECG machine and booting it up before sticking the electrodes on her, giving a sigh of relief seeing her weak, but stable heartbeat.
"THERE HAS BEEN AN ACCIDENT ON THE MAIN ROAD, A DAMN SEMI GOT DERAILED AND PILED UP ON THE OTHER CARS" she said, coming inside the room, carrying with her a brick of a phone.
"Fuck, call my wife then, tell her to come here, I need an obstetrician here if she is to give birth"
"AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THE OPERATING ROOM, GET OUT OF HERE" and with one last shout John was pushed outside the room into the front of the clinic, still feeling disorientated by the situation, barely acknowledging the Doctor's wife as she came rushing through the door, a medical bag in her hand and the nursing robes half put on.
It took some hours for them to get back to him, in the meantime he had already called his wife Laura to tell her where to go to find him, and so here they were, waiting for the news on the girl he had brought in.
And so, with a somber look on his face, the doctor came back from the room, heading straight towards John and Laura.
"John, unfortunately, the girl that you brought in didn't make it, but she managed to give birth to a healthy boy before she passed away because of the strain she was in, its honestly a miracle that she managed to hang on as long as she did, let alone to give birth to a healthy child. Due to the state she was brought in, I will need to alert the authorities, they will probably need to ask you a few questions unfortunately, but I don't think it will be anything too bad" he said, patting him on the shoulder.
"I thought as much… do we know anything about her? She's not a local, and the nearest Village from where I found her is at least 40 minutes away, in car that is." John said, furrowing his brow.
"It will be up to the police to find out" He said with a sigh, before gesturing for them to follow him, leading them to a small room where the nurse was finishing to clean up the child, before laying him down to a small metal crib.
"I thought you ought to see what you managed to save, while I go call the authorities. I'll leave you two in peace for now." He said, going back to the front of the clinic and leaving the two alone in the room.
"He's so small…" Laura whispered, gently caressing the child's cheek. Before turning towards John, an hunger in her eyes lighting itself once more.
"I don't like that look."
"John, this is a sign, you know how much we tried, how much we hoped for a child, and now this? This is the answer to our prayers John!" she said with fervor, turning towards the child with a smile.
"Are you talking about Adopting him, Laura, we don't know if he has a family waiting for him, if there is someone, anyone out there looking to find him and bring him home" he said, whispering softly and massaging his wife arms, before pulling her towards himself for an hug, feeling her lean her head into his chest.
"I know, I know that this is stupid" she said, mumbling her words into his chest "But I can tell it John, I know that the boy sleeping over there is my own, I can feel it in my heart" she said, hugging tight her husband for comfort, while he started to gently brush her hair with his hands "We'll see what time will bring my dear."
"We'll see". He murmured into his wife's hair, watching the child's eyes open wide, looking around confused, before falling once again asleep.
Ignorant of the thoughts that briefly flashed through the child's mind.
'What's going on, where the fuck am I? OH SHIT ARE THOSE GIANTS!' the 'child' thought, screaming bloody murder in his mind, before the frailty of its new body caught up to it, and he fell asleep, slipping for the first time in his new life into a deep dreamless slumber.
End Chapter 1
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