No Need For Eyes

Season 1, Chapter 1: Birth

It was a dreary, rainy day in the small city of Portland (Maine). The date was June 6th, 1999. There was very little light that broke through the clouds. A quiet street outside a hospital. Suddenly, a car shot by, headed towards the emergency room, a man was driving, with a pregnant woman in the passenger seat."Melissa, just take deep breaths." The man said."WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK IM DOING, ARTHUR!?!?" Melissa replied.

They were, as you clearly suspected, gong to give birth. To be specific, give birth to a baby boy. As they rushed into the emergency ward, four nurses near by ran over to help. "Names?" One of them said."Arhtur and Melissa Miller." Arthur replied."Ah, Doctor Miller!" A voice from down the hall yelled. It was another nurse. Arthur was a surgeon at the hospital, and was going to help deliver the baby for his wife. Within an hour or so, Melissa was in the delivery room, screaming something awful."AAAAAIIGGGHHHH!!!!" She screeched. All the screaming was soon replaced with crying. But not a mature cry a grown man or woman would emit when they got sad. But a small cry. That of a baby. It was a baby. She had successfully given birth.

As soon as the babies umbilical cord was snipped off and he was wrapped in a blue blanket, the nurses immediately gave Melissa her child. She looked at him with pure joy, and so did Arthur, looking from over her shoulder."H-he's beautiful-l. He's p-perfect." She said with a rather weak voice. The nurses instantly took notice of this."she's about to flat line!" One of the nurses yelled."Must've been an extreme loss of blood!" One of the other surgeons said. Arthur and Melissa looked at one another."A-Arthur. T-t-take care of our s-son." She said. Before Arthur could say anything, he heard a sound that made his heart drop."BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP" she had flat lined."Time of birth: 12:02 PM. Time of death: 12:08 PM." One of the nurses said. It was a bitter sweet moment for Arthur. He had a son. But his wife, his one, true love, was dead.

That night, he wondered what to name his son. He thought of some names. Then he remembered Mellisa's father's name. Jack. That was it. Jack. The perfect name for his son. Little jack. Arthur was soon over joyed to point that he forgot about all the sadness he recently felt, as he looked into Jacks little eyes. That night, he promised to be the best father he could.

Outside, two men watched through the window Arthur holding Jack."Cute, ain't he?" One of them said. They smiled. But their smiles were soon taken away as they felt tentacles pierce through their chests. They looked behind them in horror. A tall man with a black suit and a red tie was there. When they looked up, all they saw was a white stump, no eyes, no nose, but a small indent where a mouth once was."Good evening gentlemen" the creature said in a rather deep, santanic voice. The men noticed the tentacles were coming from its back."I don't mean to be rude, but the two of you are in my way." It said. With a strong swing, the creature theough both of the now dead men aside. He "watched" Arthur holding Jack."One day...." The creature mumbled."one.day."