SCARED LOVE | five Hargreeves

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SWEAT FELL LIKE A LIGHT DRIZZLE OF RAIN from her forehead. her throat was sore as she scared bloody murder; her teeth aching each time she clenched her jaw. the death grip she had on the side of the bed was lethal, and the monkey couldn't help but thank the heavens above her wasn't holding her hand.

"get her out!" she screamed, squeezing her eyes as she pushed harder than she ever had before.

the woman didn't know what was more painful, childbirth or the amount of glass she had stabbed into every inch of her skin. it felt like that one time she stayed on the toilet for three hours, that shit did not want to come out.

the man adjusted his monocle, his hands on her knees as he encouraged her to push, "keep it going, she's crowning."

"i'm trying!" she snapped, glaring at her boss. she screamed again, lights flickering above. everyone she ever met told her childbirth is a magical experience, something to look forward too, but she couldn't help but want to laugh in their face.

she wanted to badly to cuss them out, this pain, this birth isn't anything she ever wanted to feel again. she could feel herself ripping, the skin stretching so far it cracked.

"you're almost there, Amiska," Reginald spoke, "the head is out, now the body."

"i can't." she cried, flopping her tangled bloody head of brown hair back onto the metal table, "it hurts; everything hurts. i can't see, it's all spinning, i- i can't reggie..."

her whimpers stung the men's hearts. there wasn't anything they could do but encourage her to continue. she was too early to give birth, she had a whole month ahead of her. her husband should be here, that's why she's here to begin with; because her husband was meant to be here.

where is he?

"yes you can, you need to. do you want her to live or not?"

his words were cold, harsh, but it was what she needed to hear. she needs her daughter to live, needs to her see the light of day; to run on the playground with kids her age having the time of her life.

she needed her daughter to live.

crying she shivered, using whatever strength she has left to push. she screamed, yelling profanities and cussing the gods above.

Reginald nodded, grabbing the body of the girl and unhooking the umbilical cord from her neck, the child was turning blue from the lack of oxygen, stained red from the pools of blood that circled from under her mother.

the man knew Amiska needed to push, because of her daughters strangulation, he also knew he couldn't tell her. she's already half way on deaths door; and there was still a chance he could save the child.

he just needed her to get out on time. it looks like she did.

he cleaned the child, wrapping her in a close blanket and showing his friend. the woman smiled weakly, her breaths slow and hallow as her eyes failed to focus on her child.

"neptune," she breathed, looking at Reginald, "you remember what i wanted to name her..." her voice was cracking, as low as a leaf floating in the wind.

the old man nodded, his mind playing the memory of her picking baby names with her husband in his living room.

"Amiska?" Pogo spoke, the monkeys brows scrunched together as he raised his furry paw to her neck.

the woman's eyes fluttered, "promise me," she choked out, "you'll keep her alive."

Reginald clenched his jaw, his grip on the child's blanket tightening.

"prom-ise... me..."

after a precious moment, Reginald nodded silently, "i promise my dear. she will be safe within these walls."

Amiska Sterrenstof used the last of her strength to smile, before the light in her eyes dimmed to nothing, and every muscle in her body gave up. her hand flopped to the metal table she laid on, as her heart stopped beating, the blood from her wounds continued to seep.

Reginald Hargreeves tore his eyes away from his friend, his mind flashing to her and his past. once again he's lost her, another version or not, he couldn't save her.

"Grace." he called out, waiting.

a beautiful blonde woman glided through the doors, a never ending smile present on her face as she answered, "yes, dear?"

"take the thing, feed it."

Grace did just so, taking the still bundle of joy into her hands. she rocked the infant, her eyes shining with the love she was programmed to give out.

the child hadn't moved, making the blondes smile fall and her brows to connect. "oh, dear..." she breathed, running her hand down the things cheek.

Pogo walked to her, "what is it."

looking up, the robot glanced between her creator and his creation, "i fear she's ill."

the monkey and the man's eyes quickly fell onto the still child, their eyes widening in fear. they had just made the promise to keep her safe, he got the child out in time, he will not lose her.

Reginald rushed off, a surprising speed for a man his age. he swore, aggressively pulling and pushing drawers as he looked to a last resort.

he couldn't save her.

the syringe glistened under the blue lights, the purple and blue partials flowing beautifully like a sandclock in slow motion. he grabbed it, rushing to the child and sticking it quickly into the back of her head, right where her spine sat.

he won't let her die.

a little goes a far way, is what he was taught. but when she still hadn't opened those eyes, he panicked, pushing all of the mist into the child.

he will not break his promise.

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an: hello! i rewrote this book, changed some LARGE concepts. i just finished season 4, so... had to fix some things.

just so you're aware: some of this is a AU aka, i've changed some things. but this is ultimately the same timeline as the show.

we start in season 2, but there are flash backs to season 1. this book will only take place in season 2, if i do season 3 which hopefully i will, it'll be a whole new book. a sequel.

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8/8/2024
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