BRYNMORE

Prologue

Fall of 2004.

A mother screams the most gut wrenching cries, victim of her husband's lack of dignity. Every inch of the corridor is stained with the sound of regret given to another innocent life.

"L-Let me see my baby... please doctor, I beg you... Why isn't he crying?!"

The mother gazes at the nurses, solemn and grave, as they give the doctor an expressionless nod. The room clears as the sedated baby boy is transferred into the arms of men layered in black.

"Paul, w-where are they taking him?! DOCTOR... let me hold my baby!"

"Madison-"

"MY BRYNMORE!"

"Madison!" The father cuts her off, a long pause once she's silent. "Our son is in good hands..."

Hours pass, the once pained expression of the expecting mother now replaced by a tortured stare. No doctor, nor nurse has returned with a trace of their newborn.

The couple sat in silence, the only sound heard was the soft echo of Channel 7 News from the television.

"Madison... There's something I should... tell you, honey." Paul speaks vacantly, a tinge of remorse in his words. The mother looks up carefully from her trance. "I fucked up, Maddy. I told them I was having doubts but-"

"But what, Paul...? What did you do to our son...?" She responds with a timid voice.

"They gave it to him. The injection."

Out bursts the mother, ripping the wires and tubes from her pale skin as she flies into the atrium. The charge nurse spots her shadow out of the corner of her tired eyes, calling out to her in panic. Madison doesn't slow nor stop.

The wind howls from outside the hospital, walls trembling every which way as Madison searches desperately for her baby boy. Door after door, through halls that never seem to end, until she lays her eyes on the men clad in black.

"Ma'am." One of the gentlemen speaks to her politely with a hint of coldness as he puffs on the end of a cigarette, staring down at her sickly form.

"My.. my baby... what have you done with him?" She asks with urgency, daring to step closer.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that, Mrs. Thatcher." The man looks around curiously, dumbfounded as to how no one has caught up to her. She wasn't supposed to be here. No one was, except them. "Why don't we get you back to your room.. You've been through enough today." The uncanny soul stepped towards her, his hand extended as to direct her the opposite way hence she came from. His colleague steps to the side, almost protecting the ominous door.

"NO." Madison spits out harshly. "My boy... my Bryn..."

"Ma'am, please... don't make me do this." The man warns her, his eyes glowing with dismissal. In his hand hangs a syringe, filled several milliliters with an unknown blue liquid. The woman, mouth agape but no words spoken, steps up to him. "Mrs. Thatcher, I'll have you know this is non-negotiable. Now if you'll please-"

"Brynmore..." She mutters, her staring fixated on the sharp metal pinched between his fingers.

"That's it-" His hand moves without further warning, the blue fluid bubbling through the needle's end.

"For Brynmore."

Madison latches onto the syringe, pushing with all of her vexation until the thin metal pierces like lightning into the base of his neck.