We Live Forever

Chapter 8: Henry Philip McCoy

Many years ago

Norton's POV:

I stand eagerly in the delivery room while my wife cries out in pain. She's grasping my hand with a level of force I didn't know she was capable of. 

"Edna, honey just keep pushing. We'll finally get to meet our son."

"Henry is gonna be our perfect little boy, then it'll all be worth it!"

I watched my son start to come out. His little hands were the first things I saw. More of his tiny little arms were visible, they were a little on the big side. His elbows didn't quite look right. 

The doctor was able to pull him out all the way and it clicked in my head. He's got two sets of feet. He was supposed to be my perfect little boy, but he's a filthy mutant?

The doctor handed my wife our disgusting excuse for a son and she gasped.

"What will we do with it?"

"I think he'd make a cool experiment, maybe we can cure some of those awful mutations."

"We can do the world a real service and maybe someday we'll get a son we can be proud of."

Hank's POV:

A Few Years Later (Age Nine)

I sat in my parent's lab silently as they once again examined my DNA. They take turns starring into the microscope. 

"We've found the gene and managed to isolate it..."

"Perhaps we can..."

I glance up at the clock and realize just how little time I have before school starts. 

"Can I go get ready for school?"

"Yeah, just make sure to hide those feet like we taught you."

I slipped out of the lab and went up to my room. I pulled a pair of my massive shoes out of my closet, grabbed a roll of tape, and some tissue paper. I reached down and taped the fingers of my feet together, making sure they couldn't move. I forced my feet into the uncomfortable shoes and stuffed them with tissue paper to fill in the gaps. 

I quickly made my way back down to the lab and attempted to get my parent's attention. 

"I'm ready for school."

"Then why aren't you out the door yet?"

"You- you not gonna give me a ride?"

"Do I look like a chauffeur? Hurry out before you're late!"

"And work on that damn stutter boy!"

I bit my tongue and grabbed my bag. 

I looked at the clock again and saw that I was very low in time. I started to run but quickly regretted the choice as sharp pains ran up through my legs. 

I walked into my science class... several minutes late. My teacher gave me a disappointed look.

"Take your seat McCoy, we're about to begin the exam."

Great. I disappointed someone else. This day just keeps getting better. 

I grabbed my pencil and quickly got to work on my exam. 

Yet another perfect score. I doubt my parents will even notice. They would definetly notice if I missed a point though. 

The bell rang and everyone got up for recess. I grabbed my book and walked outside. I found my usual quiet corner and took a seat to read.