The metallic rhythmic pounding of hundreds of robots marching in perfect step beat nails of ice into Armand's stomach. He clenched his hand tighter around his wife Damita's mouth. Feeling her tears of fear and pain drip over his fingers. He focused on the blackened brick wall opposite him. They were trapped; he'd gotten them trapped, in this dead-end alley. He wouldn't have risked leaving shelter if he'd known those
robots sin valor had been making a sudden territory push. But there was no other choice. They had to get to The Hospital. He heard his wife let out a quiet whimper. He smiled at her with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. His eyes lingered on her pregnant stomach. There was no other choice than The Hospital.
Damita let out a groan. Armand realised with horror that she was pushing. Frantically his grabbed hers and he shook his head desperately. She gave him a weak look. Even without words he knew she had no other choice. She gripped his hand tight. Arched her back in pain and prayed to the memory of the god that had left them here to rot as her screams were muffled by his hand. Armand focused on breathing straight and keeping her quiet. His eyes darting to the ally opening and the perfect formations of robots streaming past. All it would take was one sensor reading and they'd be nothing more than a statistic of the war. Each perfect beat driving the man closer and closer to insanity, as Damita struggled through her ordeal alone. Armand did not relax as the last of the platoons steps faded into the distance. He only removed his hand from his wife's mouth when there'd been a minute of silence. She let loose a desperate sound, mixed between a scream and a groan, and felt something large and wet slither out from between her legs. Armand looked down as Damita continued to push, knowing that there was still the placenta to come. Finally a tear slipped down the man's cheek as the last of the birthing was complete.
The baby was still.
Automatically the man removed his jacket. He wrapped it around the child and held it up to his wife. She took it and stared at the blue child. She bounced it and patted its back. It stayed the same. Damita continued desperately, murmuring softly in her native tongue to the child, as Armand pulled her to her feet and led her out of the ally. They still had to get to The Hospital, his wife needed checking over. Damita continued rocking her child back and forth, whispering softly and patting its back. It was the worst minute of her life. Then the baby twitched. Damita stopped dead. Armand took a second to catch on. He looked back at his wife. Her mouth hung open. The baby twitched again. Opened it's mouth and screamed. Damita let out a startled laugh and pulled the baby closer. Mothering it softly. Armand's first instinct, learnt from being raised in this hell-zone, was to look around for stray patrols. He thanked the god that might still be there, that there were none. Shakily he made his way over to his small family, wrapped his arms tight around his wife as they both looked down at their first child. The ever smoking ruins of a Louisianan city, it's name lost to war, towered ominously around them against the red sky.
Though every human in the area called it The Hospital it wasn't really a hospital. In fact the small collection of basement rooms couldn't even be called a doctor's office. Luckily the place did have a midwife, which Armand gave a happy sigh about as he lay down to make their payment. They were only staying the night which meant their payment was a low rate, with money having no point in these are and since they didn't have time to spare with a new born The Hospital was more than happy to take two pints of blood in exchange for the night. He looked over at Damita who was nursing their new born, no, their daughter. He remembered the young nurse staring wildly as the two of them argued back and forth on what to call her. The middle name was a no-brainer but they both wanting to name her after their respective mothers. Eventually they'd compromised, more like copped out his wife had joked, on combining the two names. The nervous girl had scribbled down the name and fled before they could start arguing again. He'd glanced at the paper and groaned at the misspelt name. Damita had giggled and joked that they keep it. But the more he thought about, the more the name seemed to suit her. The baby pulled away and made an adorably unpleased sound. Armand chuckled.
His little Tazmaria Armada Lopez.++++++++++++
Because if I'm going to do NaNoWriMo in December I'm going to make up my own damn rules. Like starting five days before regular Nano is over, integrating already written pieces, and the end goal isn't 50,000 words it's a complete story divided into chapters. If I had a original story that I knew the plot well enough to write I would do it ... unfortunately the only thing close I have to a plot is my backstory for Taz, so... guess what I'm going to write.
Now this is a rough piece & won't be edited untill January probably but I'd still like some comments and critiques. (Whether people would read it, what could be fixed, etc.) Anyone who'd be willing to beta read the work when it's done/offers to read pieces I've written and need encouragement on before I can move on would be nice.
Hope to hear from at least some people~
A.Q.& as always:
Starship & all related characters are property of Starkid productions. Original Characters however are mine.