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Ever since Kat was a kid, she had been a dreamer. She loved reading stories about magical creatures and amazing adventures. She daydreamed everyday, sometimes all day. And on occasion she would read stories online about someone realizing they were this magical creature. Now, she knew the difference between real and fake, but that didn't stop her from creating her own little world.

Until she was twelve, Kat pretended she was a shape shifter. She would sneak into her backyard at night and run around, roaring like a tiger, and hopping everywhere. At one point, her parent's had to install a lock on her door to keep her in her room at night. Her imagination had gotten so bad.

But finally, when the young girl hit twelve years old, she grew out of her oversized imagination. It was still there, but her imaginary world had faded, and she didn't wish she was a tiger anymore. She grew up. In exchange for her imaginary world, she took up writing. She would write everyday. Amazing stories of these magical adventures. She got so good, she won a gold medal in a contest she entered.

But the day she found out she was pregnant, she just quit all of that. She had to be mature enough to care for a baby. She had to be an adult. Even if she was only sixteen. She was going to prove to everyone she could do it. She could raise a healthy, beautiful baby. Even if it meant putting her life on hold.

So she took all precautions to make sure her pregnancy was healthy, and she carried full term. She took prenatal vitamins, went to routine check-ups, didn't stress over anything, and never lifted anything heavy. She was great during her pregnancy.

The first time she noticed them, she thought they were just stretch marks. She had just recently started showing, and she knew she stretch marks would show. So when little dashes appeared along the bottom of her belly, that's what she thought they were.

Until they weren't. The dashes started to turn into swirls when she hit her six month mark. And whenever she went to the doctor, they just shrugged it off. Saying the body does strange things when creating a life. So eventually she learned to ignore the strange marks.

But within a month, the swirls connected and became a pattern. A pattern of connected rings, covering her whole body. The doctors were baffled. They had no idea what had happened. But again, they blamed it on the human body and it's wonders.

As the swirls got larger, and the pattern spread father along her stomach, Kat's mood changed. She became depressed, withdrawn. She started to hate the child growing in her. She just wanted him out of her life. And a chilling thought passed through her at one point.

Her unborn son should die.

And then the weather started to change. It got violent, Different storms happening every hour almost. Thunder storms, snow storms, and hail storms. One after another. The people in the city began to panic. It seemed like the start of the apocalypse. People went crazy. They started fights while trying to grocery shop.

And in all the panic, the stress and her current mood, Kat went into labor at only seven months along. She rushed to the hospital, where the marks on her stomach started glowing. For a few minutes, everyone just stared in wonder. Even Kat. Nothing like it had ever been seen.

And then the pain started. It was nothing like Kat had ever experienced. From everything she had ever read, seen, or heard about, contractions were not suppose to be that painful. So immediately, Kat knew something wrong.

And when Kat died, the doctors knew to. They sprang into action. They cut her belly open, and delivered the baby. And then used the defibrillator on her. They wouldn't let her died. Within three minutes of the girl dying, she was gasping for air, and murmuring things to herself.

He can't live.
Abomination.
He will kill us all.
Doom.
Die.
Must be killed.
Apocalypse.
Never meant to be born.

The doctors were unsure of what she meant, but left her to recover while they took the baby away to assess his condition. He was a premature baby. They had a battery of tests to go through to make sure he would live.



"When will the girl wake up?"
"Whenever she chooses."
"She's been in a coma for almost a month. She should have been awake by now."
"Sometimes, things don't work out the way we think it will. Look at her child. He was born two months early, and he is healthy. Almost like he was full term."
"Yes, how is that possible? He's almost eight pounds. It's unnatural."
"Unnatural, yes. But a miracle."

BREAKING NEWS:

This just in! The mother of newborn Gabriel, has awoken from her month long coma. But sources say, when she was left alone with the baby, she proceeded to murder him while he slept. When the doctors returned to check on her and her child, the baby was dead on her bed, and Kat was huddled in a corner muttering to herself about how she had to do it. How he was going to bring disaster and death. That she would have been punished if she had not done it. She was doing it for the good of mankind.

The sixteen year old girl is currently is currently being held at the local police station awaiting questioning. The cause for the mothers sudden rage that ultimately caused her to kill her child is unknown. All we know, is that she should be brought to justice, and the poor child should never had died.

Gabriel's father is taking over the planning of his sons funeral, and he is mourning with family. He had nothing to say on the subject other than, why?

And that is the exact question everyone in america is asking.

Why would a young mother kill her newborn child?

Yay! We got some entries!

“...And the heatwave continues today, making the lives of our local farmers harder and harder.Today it is going to reach a high of 37 degrees.” Rupert Brisbane reached over and turned off the radio. Its been close to a month, still no rain. He thought. Sighing he went back to cooking breakfast for he and his wife. He added a tablespoon of oil to a pan. as he was cooking he looked onto his dusty field. With the wells running dry, he had little choice in losing the crop. While he had before, this time it was different. It wasn’t just she and him. nearly eight months ago, Farah had told him she was pregnant.
Farah kept herself in shape, though with all of the work on the farm, in her condition she couldn’t handle it all. Despite the fact, she always pushed herself. He had to smile though, he was happy to have married her, no matter the fact. Though, would he be able to provide for his child? Only if it were to rain, soon.

Farah normally would have risen early with her husband, but yesterday she had worked herself to exhaustion. Her dark eyes fluttering open and her nose smelling the sweet smell of syrup she only could smile. She rose and stretched, then a hand went to her swollen belly, rubbing it slowly. After doing her business in the bathroom she checked her growth in the full length mirror. Her belly grew every day as the child within developed further. Waddling her way downstairs, she entered the steamy kitchen where Rupert was cooking pancakes and fluffy eggs.

“Good Morning honey” Farah said, sitting down on a creaky wooden chair. Her husband set a plate infront of her. Digging in to the pancakes, she savoured the sweet flavour of the syrup mingling mingling on her tongue. Rupert gave her a happy nod and got his own breakfast.

“Another day of this heatwave, I’ve got to go start the pumps up again” Said he digging in to the food. He thought of his wife, now a mother. He was saddened slightly that he failed her, least not yet. “You’ll be running to town to pick up the new fuel?” Farah nodded as she wolfed down another forkful. He finished his breakfast and went out to the water pumps. After Farah finished her own breakfast and cleaned the dishes, she made her way down to the garage where the tanker lay.

The truck’s engine roared to life as she turned the key. The petrol station lay a few kilometres to the south, her destination. Turning onto the main road, she flipped on the radio. The short drive passed quickly as Farah hummed a song turning into the station she parked the truck near a pump.

As she filled the truck’s tank. Her child started kicking her repeatedly. “Hey, calm down little one” She said trying to calm it. It kicked harder. As she finished filling the tank. She got back in the cab, though suddenly she felt extremely lightheaded.

She suddenly fainted her head hitting the horn now blaring loudly. Tom one of the attendants heard the horn’s whine and went out to check out the source. Noticing the unconscious woman, he tried to rouse her.

“Ms. Brisbane?” He tried shaking her. Nothing happened. On his two-way he called his partner to get In contact with Rupert to meet him at the local hospital, he was going to take her just to make sure she were alright.

Farah woke under white lights. Her eyes opening slowly she rose. She looked around the small room she was in. The walls were white and a sturdy bookcase lay next to her.

“Good your awake Ms. Brisbane.” Farah’s turned her head to look into the eyes of a kind doctor.

“What happened?” She enquired. No longer did she wear her jeans and shirt. Her belly lay naked, with rather strange marks on it. She had seen dark spots on her belly before, however this was different. The spots were forming almost words by the look of them abeit not in any language that she could understand. Those spots moved, and they kept moving constantly shifting and changing.

“You fainted, and some kind people brought you here. Your husband should be here soon as well.” He stated. I think the smell of the fuel got to me. As the were in her thought she felt a sudden pain in her abdomen. It wasn’t her child kicking, more like a contraction. She had contractions before though, but nothing like this. The pain kept rising, It felt as if she were in labour! I’m not due for at least another two weeks! The doctor quickly went to a phone and called for assistance. Two nurses appeared and shuffled the woman to the maternity ward, least just for a check.

Rupert’s truck could not drive fast enough to the hospital. After getting the call that she had collapsed, he had stopped everything and went. When he pulled up, a nurse awaited him. Motioning him, she explained everything. “Mr. Brisbane, glad you arrived. Farah went into labour just an hour ago.” The pair made their way through the winding hallway to where his wife lay. Hopefully she would be alright.

Farah had never been in so much pain. Despite the epidurals and the comforting hand of her husband, she could not take it. With one final push. The baby was out. Rupert looked at the newborn with pride. A baby boy lay in the folds of a soft blanket. Sadness filled his heart though as he looked at the babe. He did not breath, nor cry.

A flash of light nearly blinded all of the people in the room, followed by a crash of thunder. Rupert looked outside as torrents of rain fell from the sky. As he looked to the falling rain, Another sound pierced his ear. The shrill cry of his son, awaked by the storm...

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No need to cut yourself, the more the merrier! We'll get you guys a new topic shortly so you can get busy on it. mrgreen

Edit: NEW TOPIC HAS BEEN ADDED! Have at it Writers! *waves green flag*

ok then, I'll get yo work on another story then ^^

Wow that was speedy, thanks for your entry!