Prolouge
Bang! Pop! Guns were firing all around. Bombs were exploding just feet away. The deafening noise was almost too much to bear. In a field medical unit on the front lines of the California Front, lay a woman about to give birth. Her birth pangs had begun not long ago.
“GAH!” she wailed in pain. Her contractions were only minutes apart and felt like a knife going into her abdomen each time. She grimaced in pain. “Push!” Yelled the nurse over the bombs exploding around them. The woman pushed. “Harder!” the nurse yelled. She pushed harder. Finally, a baby boy popped out.
“Wha! Wha!” The baby wailed. “Shhh. Hush my son. Do not fret, for one day, you will save us all.” Just then she grimaced in excruciating pain. "Her BP and heart rate are up! Give her 5 ccs of epinephrine!" It was no good. "Her heart has stopped! Begin CPR! Prepare the crash cart!" They did so, but it was no good.
She had no pulse and no respiration. The nurses shocked her heart with the crash cart, but nothing happened. Finally, they called it. "Time of death, 18:32. Cause of death, pregnancy complications."
With that, they covered over her lifeless body. " What are we going to do with her son?" a nurse asked. "We can't send him to foster care, can we?" "No," the doctor said as he was walking in. "No, we cannot. It's too risky. Someone has to raise him... someone who can be trusted. Question is, who?" Just then, they all looked the same direction at the quietest of the nurses. "Me?" She asked in a hushed voice. "Why me?" "Because out of all of us, you are the one that we trust the most. I don't even trust myself with this child..." Said the doctor.
"I'm honored, truly." Said the nurse. "And I will care for him to the best of my ability." After that, everyone kept quiet, for fear of listeners. For her death, wasn't caused by birthing complications, but sabotage and they all knew it. In the back of their minds, they knew, this child would never have a normal life. Not with a destiny like his.
During the autopsy, they discovered their suspicions were true. The cause of death wasn't as it was recorded, but was a subtle poison, that slowly kills its victim. This poison was undetectable and untraceable to the person intaking it, or anyone who tried to test it. It was highly potent, odorless, and colorless.
It worked by causing the body to turn against itself, making it think that itself was an enemy, a threat. Hence why it is so potent. It only takes ingesting it one time to kill you, because it is synthesized from mutated white blood cells.
Upon further examination of the corps, the mortician found where she had been infected with the poison. An infected bullet wound to the arm. Upon first glance, it looks like a regular bullet wound, but a closer look at it revealed that it was beginning to eat away at itself. How someone missed this was beyond him unless there was an internal threat of which they were unaware of.
He couldn't trust anyone with this information. He feared that there was an even bigger conspiracy than he first thought... that his brothers had committed treason of the highest degree. He didn't know, he couldn't be sure, but he knew one thing to be certain. The child would never be safe, as long as he lived. He would not have a "normal" life... whatever normal was.
