Destati [HunHan FF]

Chapter One

It happens only once in a few centuries. When it does happen, the whole city knows. It’s not something that others can avoid hearing about. The information comes out in forms of broadcasts, newspapers, alerts, and any other kind of information that the government can produce. The news goes on for days, sometimes months depending on who it is. There was one time where they had alerts posted around the city for a whole year. They stayed static, electronic signs flashing every hour with the picture of the child. It’s a grim time for the city when it happens.

Many people fear it happening. There are fake news reports and messages that come out every once in a while saying another one has appeared. People scream and the cities go empty for a few days. They’ve been trained to think the worst. They’ve been trained to think that the one who has it is not human. They’ve been trained to avoid the person and their family at all cost. They’ve been trained to speak nicely if one were to approach them. Because no one wants to upset the person.

It’s a very serious matter around the world. Doctors and nurses are trained for years on how to deal with the condition if they were to encounter it. There are drills in schools and businesses if one of them were to escape. There are emergency buttons placed in every building in the world. The condition is not something to be hesitant about.

With the increase of technology and intelligence, schools have begun to offer full majors about the condition. There’s PHD’s and MA’s, even high school classes about it. It was highly sought after and people would be paid great money if they were knowledgeable about the condition. It was that fear by the public.

The year is 2156 when it happens for the seventh time. April 12th is the specific day. 10:56 in the morning, the specific time. The doctors know immediately. Mrs. Oh pushes and pushes until her new baby boy comes. The happiness of having her second son is short lived. There’s banging and a few gasps as the table breaks and the baby almost falls to the floor. Nurses scream and the doctor quickly sets the baby down in its own little incubator. Mrs. Oh stares in confusion along with the nurses. Seconds later, the incubator shakes and one of the legs cracks. The several people stare at each other, none of them doing anything. It’s been over a hundred years since it had happened. The nurses standing in the room aren’t prepared. They haven’t been trained for it because it’s so rare. Mrs. Oh screams and tells them to pick up her baby when another leg shows a crack.

No one moves though. The doctor only whispers to the nurse next to him. The first leg cracks and Mrs. Oh pulls her IV out, blood dripping to the floor quickly. She whines in pain as she tries to run over to her baby boy. The baby cries loudly, little fists curled up and waving in the air occasionally. Tears fall from Mrs. Oh’s eyes. She doesn’t know what’s happening and she doesn’t understand why no one is acting to help her. The doctor leaves and the nurses come over to her, trying to tell her to return to her bed because she’s still weak and in pain. Her arm has blood dripping down and through her gown. Her arms begin to shake with pain, her baby feeling like he weighs more than her. Her muscles tense and the weight is getting heavier and heavier with each passing second.

“Mrs. Oh,” the doctor says calmly, his hand on her shoulder. “Mrs. Oh, listen to me very carefully. You need to put your son down. It is very important that you set him back in the incubator right now.”

She only sobs and shakes her head at the doctor’s orders. “No! That thing will break! I’m not going to leave my baby in there!”

Her arms feel like they’re being put in a vice. The feel like they’re being bent in half and it gets worse by the second. When she hears a crack, the doctor grabs the baby from her, setting it in the incubator quickly before he suffers the same fate. Mrs. Oh screams and holds her arm tightly, the swelling already beginning. The nurses help her to the bed, putting her IV back in and giving her pain medication as fast as they can. Everything happens so fast and it’s too much for Mrs. Oh. Her son cries and cries louder and she cries with him too, not knowing the horrible fate that has been put on him.

An older doctor comes in the room a few minutes later. He holds a few paper and has glasses that are barely hanging on his nose. He whispers something to the other doctor, his eyes full of sadness and grief. Moments later and he’s standing next to Mrs. Oh, glasses pushed up a bit on his nose.

“Mrs. Oh. I have information on what is happening with your son.” His voice is calm and quiet, almost as if he was embarrassed to be heard. “I’m very sorry to inform you that your son is very different. What he has is very rare but I’m sure you’ve heard of the condition.”

No one needs to know any more than that. It doesn’t have a name or anything that can be put on to it. No one wants to name it. They fear it so much that they don’t even want to talk about it. It isn’t something that can be fixed or treated. It’s permanent and crippling. No one knows how it started, it began many centuries ago though. With only one born every few centuries, there can only be certain tests done. Even with the possibility of tests being conducted, they cannot be done because of how the condition works.

The child is born with the curse of breaking everything it touches. It has only been recorded in males, though the chance of a female having it is possible, just the six other babies have been boys. There is no reason for the condition. There are no flaws in DNA or anything else wrong with the child. It’s not a result of something the mother does or doesn’t do while pregnant. Not a result of any medicine, falls, injury, or any kind of trauma. Nothing can be done to prevent it and nothing can be done to induce it.

Some say it’s a literal curse from a god. The families ancestor had done something in the past to anger the gods, causing the curse to come to their child. One woman once said she saw an angel come down and curse a man before. It was proven false though, considering the said man did not receive the condition, for it is present at birth. Most people do believe it’s a god’s doing. Stories of the god who curses any he feels like. Possibly randomly or maybe he chooses those families he’s been watching. But of course, no one knows for sure.

“Now, we have termination forms here. Your child will not feel any pain, we will put him asleep and he will die peacefully. We’ve trained our nurses here very well for this procedure. All we need is your signature and we’ll give you some time to say goodbye to your son.”

It’s a terribly hard decision for Mrs.Oh. Her son is destined to live a life of pain and loneliness. It is not her fault. It is not anyone’s fault that the condition has chosen him. But it is her son. She had been waiting to have another son, her first one being just four years old. They had a nursery set up, filled with blue colored sheets and even a cute elephant above the crib. Everything was perfectly in place.

“What if I want to keep him?”

The doctor looked confused, his eyebrows raised and he pushes the glasses on his nose more. “Well, Mrs. Oh, there’s no treatment or cure for this, you do know this, right? Your son will be forced to live in a container, no contact for the remainder of his life.”

“There has to be something, right? Can’t he.. can’t he touch some way?”

“The last case, the man could only break things by touching them with his hands. We believe it might have been some kind of evolution in the condition but we can’t be certain since he was the only one. Seeing how things have been going, I don’t believe that it’s the case for your son, Mrs. Oh. You must tell me what you wish to do before it’s too late.”

Mrs.Oh sits up in her bed. The nurses push at her shoulders to sit back down, not wanting her to try and hold her son again. But her son was already moved to a separate room. He was placed in one of the hospital’s special cases. It was mandatory that all hospitals had such a case for the possibility that the condition could appear. It was completely break proof, thanks to a large amount of diamond and some computer generated force field. Technology does wonders in their time, even for the unfortunate. 

“I wish to keep him, please. It is not his fault, he should not be punished for this. He could be something great.”

The likelihood of the little baby boy that was born on April 12th becoming something great was very slim. He would be bound to his own world that was made of glass and fake objects. He would live a lonely life, isolated, hated, and feared by the whole city and even the world. The little boy would have to watch the world go on from inside, never to be able to experience it himself. It was a horrible, horrible fate. But Mrs.Oh had faith for her son. She had faith that her son would become something great.