The Good Heart

Seventeen years ago: The doctor looked lovingly at the baby girl he just delivered. He knew he only has a few minutes before the family got suspicious, or the boss found him. He quickly moved the child to The a nearby table and got out his laser pen. A medical tool that only few lucky surgeons can get ahold of these days. He looked at the cooing baby one more time before he dug right in with the pen. He carved out a small heart in her right breast plait. Just big enough so that the chip would fit. The baby by now was screaming and squirming in his hands, making blood go all over the place. Someone was starting to pound on the door that he propped a chair under a minute ago. He looked back down at the baby and had just managed to get the chip in the hole and stitch up the wound when he felt a light breeze coming from the window. He knew this was the end. As big hands grabbed his neck and began squeezing all he could think of was her. This impossible child. The one that would end this all. End them all. The hands got tighter and he smiled as he sinked into the heavy blanket of darkness.