#Plot based Fic, with some Wish-Fulfillment included# Note: It is imperative that you read the, -Author POV-, Chapter before continuing, as it will allow you to decide whether or not this is the story for you. Also note that the Gore tag is not for laughs and giggles, at times it will get uncomfortably descriptive. This is unfortunately necessary to bring out the full scope of the Fic, so best believe if your uncomfortable, just think for a second what I'm feeling writing this ****. Synopsis: Disclaimer, this is a fan-fic, so credit goes to original authors. And this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I don't claim ownership over the Cover Photo. ____________________________________________________ There will be plot holes and other grammatical issues, as I'm not a Pro-Writer, but I will try my best to address and fix such issues as soon as I can. No promises, but my goal after a certain point is to be able to write at least 3 Chapters a week.
Inside a hospital, three floors up, in a room like any other room, a baby was being born. In the room were two nurse's and a doctor along with the mother who was currently screaming her head off, trying to push the big hump in her belly out, and the father trying to be supportive but failing miserably and who is also in pain as the mother was squeezing the shit out of his hand. The room was colored with a combo of white and baby blue. Nothing was in the room but the bare essentials, to make sure help could come in case of unforeseen complications.
"Come on honey, you can do it just push". The husband said, wall trying not to scream himself... all he knows for sure is that he may need to be the one in the gurney if this baby doesn't come out any sooner. All jokes aside though, he just hopes there isn't any complications, they already lost one child due to improper practice and preparation. Though that was years ago, it nearly cost him his marriage, and it was before his business became an overnight success. He made sure not to make the same mistakes. As one of the richest men on the planet, he didn't pull any punches to insure his wife and his sons safety. The best hospital, the best doctor and nurses, the best equipment. At this point it was in Gods hands.
*Groan*
"I love you, I do but..". *Groan* "..Shut the fuck up, please". His wife said looking into his before shutting them once again out of pain.
All he did was look at her and shake his head up and down to show understanding, and despite the pain hold her hand tighter. This image would never have been seen just a couple years ago... anyone who personally knew either of them could assure you of that. Ronald Masters wasn't always rich or a good man. In fact you could out right say he was anything but, anyone of his friends or family could say that. Before his first child's death he was a drunken mess of a man, with a business that was continuously sucking him dry of the little money he had, who's marriage was for sure going towards divorce and would put him in ruin. But after that day.. no one expected anything that happened that day, the day he would recall forever as both the worst and best day of his life. That was the day he decided to finally get his shit together, to be the man his wife needed him to be. That day...
#FlashBack#
#Random Reporter POV#
In front of a cheap looking hospital, currently, surrounding it were dozens of reporters, looking for what could potentially be their next big story, a story that will put them at the top, quick fame, money, power.
A little ways from the entrance was one of these reporters, who was currently looking in a mirror.. checking their hair which was lathered in grease. Looking up from the mirror and taking a quick glance around them.
"What the hell even is this place, I didn't know this district even existed". After taking one more look around a grimace quickly appeared on their face.
'I honestly wouldn't be caught dead here if it wasn't such a big gig.. and from what my manager says a big gig equals quick success, and success equites to power'. Turning completely away from the mirror in front of them, they yell for their camera man.
"Hurry up Damian, we have to get ahead of these losers". He said causing everyone around them to look at him with a scrunched face clearly earning there ire. "Kind of says a lot about you if your here like the rest of us, doesn't it". Someone says back earning laughter out of everyone else. The camera man arrives in front of them, also miffed. "We have worked together for a year now and you still cant remember my real name". Looking very saddened the camera man spoke.
"Oh shut up and get the camera rolling". He said reminding everyone of the reason they were here, they all immediately got focused and prepared themselves to start airing.
*Click*
After the camera man turned the cast on and connected to there network he gave the man a thumbs up to confirm there currently rolling.
"Lady's and gentleman....".