In a white room on a bed with white sheets sat a pale-skinned woman in a business suit and a pencil skirt. She had in her arms a small blanketed bundle. Her face was contorted with an expression of utter horror. The baby she had given birth to was no longer the fair skin bouncing baby boy it had been, it had become a monster. Neither like his mother or his father. His pale, freckled skin had become a scaly stormy blue, his bright childish eyes had changed into monstrous, never ending black holes, he no longer had his cute little baby face it had morphed into a contorted looking shape to fit his new set of chompers which consisted of small, sharp teeth and two, short fangs, and his bright sleek hair had become a listless, lifeless, deep gray.

The women scowled at the bundle unhappily and walked over to the nurse in white; whose tan skin contrasted the room and uniform making her look strange, “If the chavy makes the change back perfectly keep him,” the women growled, “otherwise rid him of life.”

The nurse nodded with a gleeful smile, “If he does make the change back what will we name him?” she said cheerily.

The women scrunched up her face as if putting a lot of thought into it. “Nothing he shall remain nameless for the remainder of his life, he’s already a failure after all,” she stated curtly then handed the nurse the bundle and turned to walk off, her high heels clacking on the floor. She walked halfway down the hall, adjusting her business jacket which having to holding the bundle had messed up, and stopped and turned back. She looked at the nurse who was cooing to the child, “I’m sorry, but I forgot to give you his burial flowers,” she said digging out of her bag the flowers and then handing the nurse a bouquet of yellow carnations, black roses, rue, and asphodelus, “put these in his coffin.” The nurse nodded and took the flowers and set them next her tote bag. The women had clacked out of the room before the nurse even had a chance to say her farewells.

The nurse smiled and looked at the bundle, “As I was saying do not worry about your dollymop mother’s orders, I was not planning on listening to them regardless. You must realize that even if you stay blue and scaly forever you are perfect and that you will possess abilities no other species does, if you live long enough to learn how to use them. The other nurses in The Ring have told me of you bitch mother’s numerous attempts before you at having this absolutely ‘perfect blend of species’ child. Many think she’s going insane with her efforts to have such a child. Anyways I will get to name you since your glocky mother refuses to do so. I have the perfect name for the perfect boy, Oliver. Doesn’t that sound lovely,” the bundle cooed happily,” I thought so. Back to the matter at hand I’ll be taking you to the spectral assassin, Skylark. He will help you hone your abilities regardless of what they may be. He will also raise you as his son and you reside in his house until you come of age at which time he will leave you. These are his conditions for each guardian it’s different, sorry. He will keep you safe from any dangers in this world or the other world. He will teach you to live unknown lifestyle, so your parents do not find you. When you come of age you will leave your house and find the remainder of your brethren who are scattered in remote locations all over this realm and the other after being saved by the nurses like me. Oh after all that rambling I forgot to introduce myself, I am Jasmine.” She reassured speaking through her obvious cockney accent.

 Jasmine got another blanket and bundled the bundle once more and began to empty some of her tote back that was filled with useless things mostly. She then put the baby into the tote bag making it look like an overstuffed bag as it usually did. She looked at the computer and typed in “terminated” in the status box of the bundle’s medical record. She then logged off the computer ending her shift and walked out into the hallway. She nodded to the nurses who were looking at her and they began their various distractions; spilling pills onto the floor, slipping and landing on their butts, screaming and crying while have some sort of mental breakdown. Jasmine made her way through the hospital easily without question since all of the staff was trying to help the other nurses regain control of themselves.

Jasmine walked through the parking lot swiftly the cool, crisp, winter air was blowing past her face. She got to her car and fumbled with the keys a bit until finally getting in the chilly car. She cranked up the heat and revved the engine once or twice. She left the parking lot in toasty warm car and began to make her way towards the border of the realms.

Jasmine pulled into a broken asphalt driveway and picked up the little bundle of joy, who had not made a peep the whole ride. She walked cautiously on the broken asphalt up to the shaky, broken down shack. She knocked on the door and the door opened and a male voice in a foreign accent said, “‘Allo?”

That was the beginning of the bundle’s life as an unknown. That was the beginning of my life as a unknown.