10th chapter finally added: TDSC

[§ilvercell]

to heavy for me,but i thoght you were just PMing this.

[tanya1976]

yeah, I was, but I decided as long as I keep some things to a minimum, I could present it here. Thet truly outrageous chapters (so far really only one) remain pm'd.

[fosforito]

Tanya!

What about chapter 10?!!

I hope, you´ll post it soon!

Can´t wait!!!!

[tanya1976]

I will get it done this weekend. Lesson planning is killing me and it's taking most of my time! Sorry, I promise!!!!

[tanya1976]

The Devil Spawn Chronicles, Part I: Chapter IX, “The Birth” Warning: Language

Crane stood there motionless. His face turned pale. Not only was he facing the impending birth of his long-awaited child, but he had to deal with the notion of Giselle’s unexpected and untimely appearance. He hardly heard the sounds of his employees and Giselle calling for him to act.
Dr. Crane. Dr. Crane. Dr. Crane, can you hear us? What do we do?
It was then that the disturbing, distorted voice appeared. “Don’t just stand there like some trembling idiot,” he screamed. “Get your act together. My child is about to arrive.”
Giselle was the first to act, ignoring Crane altogether. She ran past him and sprinted up the stairs to catch Latanya, who was losing her balance and gripping the banister for support. She got Latanya back on her feet and assisted her up the stairs, leading her back to her bedroom.
Just then, Crane broke out of his “spell” and yelled as he ran up the stairs to prevent them from going back to the master bedroom. “No, we’re taking her to the birthing room downstairs.” He took the arm of Latanya and summoned for Gerald to retrieve a wheelchair from the attic. He screamed for him to hurry. Gerald rushed off.
Artesia ran up the stairs. She informed Crane that Dr. Braun was on his way. She whispered something about seeing that things are properly prepared for the labor and delivery.
Latanya was trembling. “Don’t worry, my angel,” Giselle assured her as she took Latanya’s hand. “I’m here for you and the baby. I won’t disappear from your sight ever again. Just breathe like I taught you.”
Latanya quickly snatched her hand back. She did not forget what Crane had told her about Giselle’s true intentions, yet she was confused about how to feel about Giselle overall. She did not want to take chances with her baby around her. “Maybe you should stay here with Artesia and Gerald,” she told Giselle as Gerald returned with the wheelchair. “I don’t think it’s wise for you to be around my baby right now.”
Giselle was truly shocked at what Latanya had said. What brought this decision on, she thought? As a matter of fact, the question was who brought this on? She menacingly looked at Crane. What did he say to make her feel doubtful about letting her see the baby?
Crane helped Latanya into the wheelchair and wheeled her into the elevator. Despite what Latanya had said, Giselle entered the elevator and knelt down to her, while trying to encourage her to change her mind. She had to be there. She was the one that helped Latanya practice Lamaze techniques. She wanted to coach Latanya through the birth. There’s no way in hell Crane was going to be supportive of her during the delivery. “Latanya, please,” Giselle pleaded. “I made it all the way back to be with you. I’m not here to hurt you.”
Crane interrupted Giselle’s confessional, angered by the mere sight of Giselle, let alone her voice. He grabbed her wrist. “That’s perfectly enough, you little biatch. If you think that I will let you come in and disrupt my family, you have another thing coming.” With his other hand, he shook his fist in front of Giselle’s face.
Latanya screamed out in agony from the ever increasing contractions. She drowned out the heated argument between Crane and Giselle. What should I do, she wondered. She was in tremendous pain and all she wanted was some form of relief from it. Maybe Giselle is really here to help her or she would not have risked life and limb to get here. But, what if she’s just playing her part in the scheme as Crane suggested? The chances weren’t exactly in her favor, but what could she do? Should she trust her or should she follow her husband, who didn’t exactly act like it.
Latanya looked up at Giselle and yelled as she clutched her stomach, “Enough! I want the both of you there. I need you both. But, Giselle, you must promise not to interfere too much, or else I will ask you to leave.” With clenched teeth, she gave a pained smile to Giselle, who hugged her and looked over to see a fuming Crane. Giselle smiled, grateful in knowing how she foiled Crane’s evening. “Jonathan,” Latanya continued, however, her smile faded. “Give your disdain for Giselle a rest until the end of this whole thing. There’s more to worry about.”
As the elevator doors opened, Dr. Braun appeared in front of them. He was wearing the required surgical uniform: green shirt and pants with a pair of white shoes. His hair was covered with a white scarf and his mouth was yet to be covered with the white mask he had around his neck. “Hello, Mrs. Crane,” He said with a toothy grin. He felt her stomach. He could feel the tightened state it was in. “Tonight’s the special night, I suppose.”
“Yeah, no sh*t, Sherlock,” Giselle responded sarcastically. “Why else would you have been called?” She wheeled Latanya out of the elevator and over to the bed. Something about Dr. Braun put her off. Why wasn’t Latanya going to an actual hospital, and how did he actually know Crane? However, Giselle did not have time to ponder her thoughts too long because she was amazed to see the pseudo-delivery room Crane had created.
The immaculate setting was too unbelievable, but then again, Crane would have been anal enough to guarantee no dirt of any kind around during the birth. The labor and delivery bed had crisp, white cotton sheets with three propped up pillows. On the right side of the bed was a rocking chair and on the left side stood the medical cart carrying all the pristine surgical instruments needed. There were a series of monitoring machines circling the bed, awaiting their expected patients.
“Dr. Crane, I wasn’t expecting such a spirited guest during the delivery,” Dr. Braun whispered to Crane as they watched Giselle assist Latanya into the bed. “Will she pose any trouble?”
“She may later,” Crane responded snidely as he removed his suit jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. “But right now, she may not be too much of a threat. She’s too concerned about someone else. I can reassure you that I will take care of her, if necessary. Just get on with the whole thing, please.” He slapped the doctor on his back.
Upon hearing Latanya’s continued screams of pain, Dr. Braun walked over to the bed, where Latanya was laying, and began to take her vital signs to see how far along in the process she was in. “Okay, Mrs. Crane, you are about 8 centimeters along,” he said. “I think you are more than ready to push soon.” He walked over to the sink in the corner to wash his hands and put on his surgical gloves.
Latanya screamed louder and louder. She took Giselle’s hand and squeezed it hard. She felt as if she was going to burst. Tears flowed from her eyes at a non-stop pace. “I need something for the pain, Giselle.” She grimaced. “I can’t hold it much longer. This hurts too much.”
Giselle let go of Latanya’s hand and stormed over to Dr. Braun. She screeched at him. “Aren’t you going to give her something to relieve some of the pain? Give her some Demerol or something?”
He turned to face Giselle and answered, “If I give her something now, it may harm the baby. At this stage, she will be having a natural birth.” He continued to prepare by inspecting his instruments. Feeling as if Dr. Braun was completely ignoring the situation, Giselle ran over to Crane, who had sat quietly in a darkened corner as he witnessed the impending birth. “Crane, I demand you tell him to give her something,” she shouted. “Latanya’s in pain, can’t you see?”
Crane stood up and looked eye-to-eye at Giselle. “I am perfectly aware of her pain,” he answered in a cold, yet calm, manner. “I am also aware of my wife’s instructions to not have you interfere.”
Giselle seethed at the cold way Crane approached Latanya’s agony. “Your wife has instructed me to help her with the pain,” she responded. “I intend to do that.” However, the two’s little tête-à-tête had to come to an end because it was at that moment that Dr. Braun made an announcement.
“Dr. Crane, your wife is ready to deliver,” he said, amidst Latanya’s screams. “She’s fully dilated.” Both Crane and Giselle raced over to the bed to be by her side. “Push, Latanya, push.”
As she started to push, she took Giselle’s hand. She just wanted this to end. The pain had proved too great for her to bear. Dr. Braun continued with his commands to push. She pushed harder and harder. She gave Giselle’s hand one last squeeze. With that one squeeze, Latanya had the strength to see it to the end. With one final grunt, her reward was hearing the new cries of her son as he entered the world.
Dr. Braun said, “Congratulations, Dr. and Mrs. Crane, please welcome your little boy.” He held the baby up and placed him on Latanya’s stomach. She managed to catch a glimpse of his soft, curly black hair, his small dimples, and as he opened them one by one, his icy blue eyes. She cried at the magnificent sight of her young son.
Giselle, with tears in her eyes, said. “Good job, Latanya. He’s so beautiful.” She kissed Latanya’s forehead and admired the baby.
“Dr. Crane, would you do the honor of cutting the cord?” Dr. Braun asked.
“Why, yes, of course, I will.” Crane answered ecstatically as he cut it. Dr. Braun took the scissors away and turned towards the sink.
It was then that Crane heard the familiar voice reappear. Do it, do it now. Faster than a blink, Crane gave Giselle a swift jab in the face. She landed on the floor knocked unconscious.
Latanya screamed in sheer terror and shock, “Jonathan, what the hell are you doing?” She hadn’t noticed Dr. Braun sneaking closely towards her.
Dr. Braun quickly snatched the baby from Latanya’s arms and placed him in a hidden incubator. “I’ll take him. Thank you very much.”
Latanya screamed over and over again. “Jonathan, no.” However, as she turned around she noticed that Dr. Braun had returned with a different mask on. One that resembled a makeshift gas mask.
“Finally, Latanya, your job is complete,” he announced.
She looked at Dr. Braun and shouted in tears. “What the hell are you talking about? Give me back my baby.”
“No, he’s Scarecrow’s baby!” the other voice replied as she succumbed to the gas that filled the air. She fell back on the bed.
Dr. Braun removed his mask. He gave her a quick check. “How long will she be out?” He asked.
“For only a few minutes,” Crane answered as he removed his mask, “By then, her mind will be complete toast.”
As those few words crossed Crane’s list, he heard the fetal heart monitor go off. “Why in the hell is that machine beeping, Braun?”
Dr. Braun ran over to the monitor and glanced at the readings. He took his hands and examined Latanya’s stomach. “Oh my God,” he exclaimed.
“Well, what is it?” Crane yelled. “Tell me now.”
He looked up at Crane and said, “There’s another baby in here.”

[Dr. J Crane]

Ha!!! I cannot bellieve it!!! Whheee!! What have you done, Tanya???

Wooohhooo!!!! OMG!!! I have no words!!! Crane seems to be getting wwaaayyy more than he bargained for!

[tanya1976]

Yes, he is.... I'm trying to figure out what will be in 11.

[azina]

OMG!! Twins?! There are Twins!!! What a shocker.

[tanya1976]

I had to spice it up. I didn't want a ordinary birth to happen.

[fosforito]

errr...don´t know what so say.... (* shaking her head*)

...NEXT CHAPTER PLEEEEASEEEE!

[tanya1976]

the 11th chapter will be up this weekend!