I don't think this is what I'm gonna go with for the first chapter, I'm actually planning to write something different as my opinion for what to start the story with has changed, and this chapter and the errors I kept making with the original chapters I made are the reason I haven't started uploading yet, but you guys let me know if I should continue with this in the comments. Also despite what is said in the author pov, this particular FF isn't gonna have ft(you know what) just letting you guys know(okay now I'm done😁).
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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 at this endeavour, and who is also in pain as the mother, his wife, 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 circumstances.
"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 eyes 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 a successful entrepreneur 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 news vans and 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 his hair which was lathered in grease. Looking up from the mirror and making a quick glance of his surroundings.
"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 his face.
'I honestly wouldn't be caught dead here if it wasn't such a big gig... and from what my manager says big gigs bring in more viewers and traction which then causes quick success, and success equite's to power'. Turning completely away from the mirror in front of him, he yells for his 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 to begin with, they all immediately got themselves focused and prepared to start airing.
*Click*
After the camera man turned the cast on and connected to their network he gave the man a thumbs up to confirm there currently on air.
"Lady's and Gentleman here at Channel bla(Whatever) we have some interesting news for you today". He said looking into the camera with a clearly practiced smile.
"This afternoon a corporation which was almost completely unknown has taken the world by storm due to surprise investors, that are willing to support the company and all it's beneficiaries". He said with surprise present on his face, although everyone could tell it was fake with his terrible acting.
"We will now bring up the num...". He stopped talking midway through. So did every other reporter. They were all receiving a call from different people from all over. Receiving some harrowing news concerning the newly made successful entrepreneur.
They all soon wore a very saddened look on their faces... or well most of them anyway. The greased up reporter only wore a mocking expression on his face. The few that cared to notice him had a very disgusted expression on their faces expressing their displeasure with him. 'Serves him right'. He thought with a very jealous expression present.
"Well folks there seems to be a... depressing update". He says to get focus back on the camera. As he gets back on air everyone else follows, though not without throwing him a hateful glare.
"Ryan Master's of Master's corporation has lost the life of his newborn son this evening, the development is very heart breaking". Everyone notices him roll his eyes. "The man has all are condolences here at bla(Whatever) News". Everyone is about ready to kill him for his blatant disrespect and uncaring attitude towards the situation.
"This was all found out thanks to inside sources that are are on the scene, listening in for your viewing pleasure". He says infront of the camera with another eye roll clearly on cue. Everyone was one more comment away from kicking his ass, feeling very miffed with him about his attitude and overall vibe.
Suddenly the door to the hospital opened... no one was expecting it... no one was expecting him to come out... but then again he wasn't expecting what happened tonight either... no one really did though, especially him.
Everyone present saw the man, that has been drawing in all the world's attention on him, wether directly or not, wether intentionally or not. Everyone present saw the currently world renowned, the famous Ryan Master's. Everyone present also noticed... when he collapsed onto the floor... crying.
"My... my baby... my son". He says through his tears and clenched teeth, his fists and arms curling around something... a baby blanket, specifically a blue baby blanket with cars on it. His eyes were red and vacant obviously drunk and in emotional distress. Although who wouldn't be in his circumstances.
*Laughter*
"Hahahaha what a cry baby... hahaha that counts as a pun I think". The greased up reporter said in his head... or at least he thought he did. Everyone turned to him, they had all had enough of his shit. Some people were already walking towards him thinking of giving him a peace of their minds. Ryan Master's with a sprinkle of surprising clarity suddenly got up, walked over to him, clenched his fist, and punched him in the stomach.
"What the... fuck". The greased up reporter managed to say before being cut off again with another punch to the face. Earning him a black eye. After punching him, Ryan Master's began to walk away, trying to get in between the crowd that had formed.
*Laughter*
"Yeah, just walk away huh hahaha, you gotta admit it was pretty funny, the crying baby, cause he's DEAD! Your drunk ass monster baby, I bet if it lived it would have had a shitty life anywa...". Immediately after saying that, before he could get another word out his mouth, Ryan Master's turned around and started ramming his head into the concrete... then he started to punch him repeatedly in the face, punch after punch people watched, as the man started releasing a dangerous amount of blood.
"SON! Stop". His dad said running out of the hospital pulling him off the man. He just sat up and stared at his bloody hands, covering his face with them he started crying.
His dad kneeled down next to him and just said. "Let's go my boy". Picking him up, and dragging him off.
"Duuid anyoone get that". The greased up reporter managed out of his busted up face.
Getting up staggering. "Damian you got that right". He asked. The camera man in question just looked at him with obvious disgust. "No we all shut down right before you got your ass kicked, by the way find your own ride home you peace of shit". He said walking away. Everyone else did the same, not offering him any help at all. Some people spat on or around him while walking off.
*Ring*
The greased up reporter heard his phone ringing. Looking at the screen... it was his boss. He swiped up answering it.
"Boss did you at le...". He didn't get the chance to say more.
"What... the fuck... was that". His boss said through the phone obviously very angry.
"What do yo...".
"What the fuck was that, you just took a shit on who is now an up and coming fucking top dog, not even mentioning the fact that every comment you made was about his deceased son who I must mention died just TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES AGO!". He yelled.
*Sigh*
"Doesn't even matter, your fired". *Beep*... He hung up.
He just looked up, smiling, and said to himself. "It's his fault... his fucking fault... he will pay... no matter what he will pay...".
#Ryan Master's POV#
#20 Minutes Earlier#
Time declined, and slowly came to a stand still. I couldn't process properly what the doctor just said. What was happening around me. I just couldn't believe it. What was happening in front of me. I looked to my left, there was a gurney. My wife was crying with her mother holding her trying but failing to not cry herself. My wife... I never told her this even when we first started going out but... I always love the color of her eyes and the light that it represents... but now her eyes, her eyes are empty... the light I loved so much was gone. I looked to my right, my dad was holding my wife's sister up, trying to be a man and not brake down himself. Time started speeding up... into a crash.
"You have my sincere apologies and condolences Mr. Master's". The doctor said.
"If you need anything please let us know and we will provide the best we can... we will give you some space and... time... to say your goodbyes". He said walking out of the room. Closing the door with a click.
*Click*
'I just... cant believe it'. I thought wall putting my hand to my face. Falling to my knees. Why... Why... Just fucking WHY! WHY MY BOY, MY SON, DAMN IT WHY!
"ANSWER ME GOD... WHY!". I yelled to the ceiling, getting up and punching the wall with everything I had. I just kept punching and punching... until I stopped. I had in the middle of my rage looked at my wife and the sight of her... it broke my heart. She wasn't even crying anymore, her hair disheveled, her eyes sunken, she wasn't even reacting to anything, not anymore. She... her eyes were empty... she just like me was empty. I kneeled down and wrapped my arms around her. I didn't need to, I didn't deserve to but... I felt it was right.
*Whisper*
"I promise no matter what Im gonna make up for all my mistakes... for all my faults and do right by you... I promise even if it's the death of me... I promise... I promise... I promise". I kissed her forehead, rubbed her head, took a glance at my dad, then I looked at a chair in the corner of the room. My baby's blanket... the blanket I bought for him was there, I grabbed it, and walked out the room taking out my flask... and gave myself a good swig...
#AssHole Lesser God POV#
"That bitch had the fat ass man, using her was so worth it, a good time". The Lesser God said. "Bro ain't that the truth, her screams made it so much better huh". His friend said taking a drag of a cigarette.
*Puff*
"Would've been better if she didn't fight so much, all that screaming, we ended up having to rape that cop dude too". His friend said blowing the smoke out. "To bad we had to kill the dude, would've loved to see his face after we dropped by his house... his wife makes a wonderful chicken casserole". He said laughing. "Although that was interesting, I didn't know you could fit a whole chicken in that particular area... hahaha".
"Dude it didn't fit, you forced it in, nearly tore the poor girl in half". Another one of his friends said. "Ah who cares man... I'm bored what should we do".
*Tv Speaking*
"Lady's and Gentlema...". They looked over and watched a little of the report. They smiled. "I think I know what we are doing next". The Lesser God said.
#Random Reporter POV#
I walked away from the hospital. I tried getting some help. No one would help me. Just another reason to kill him. It's all his fault.
*Laughter*
Suddenly I felt a chill as if the devil himself and all his vassal's we're watching me. I turned around. No one was there. I looked forward again. All I heard before blacking out is "I can sense your hatred from ten blocks away... I think we need to talk, got a proposition for you and trust me your gonna like it, though not like you got much of a choice anyway hahaha".
#AssHole Lesser God POV#
"Hey mortal how are you tonight, wait I don't... I don't give a shit, but hey listen got a proposition I think were both gonna like a lot". The Lesser God said. "We hear you got a problem with a certain individual". His friend said smiling.
The greased up man just looked at them and smiled. "What do you need me to do".
The friends just looked at each other and smiled. "hahaha This is gonna be good".One of them said.
#Betty Leanard Master's POV#
#A couple years later#
Near a run down district, with a lot of bars and love hotels, with a lot of extra ally's and side roads around, the sun down, the dead of night.
"Hey baby let's go, it's just up ahead". The sweet boy said. "Where are we going". I said threw my drunken stupor. "Don't worry baby we are almost there". He said with a laugh.
*Laughter*
I noticed a group of people behind us, and I suddenly just got a chill up my spine, as if the devil was upon me, but I ignored the feeling... I soon came to realize... I... I would come to regret that decision.
He noticed how my demeanor changed, how I started to become paranoid, How nervous I was. "Baby don't worry I got you, all this time you've known me you know I'd protect you".
I looked at him and smiled, I was too out of it too connect the dots. Him saying that helped my anxiety. I hugged his arm tighter. "Don't worry I trust you". I said as we got to an ally and walked directly into it.
#AssHole Lesser God POV#
*Laughter*
"She didn't even see it coming". Said the Lesser God smiling. "Hell yeah baby, man that was good, needed that, man those cry's of pain were wonderful weren't they". His friend said as the group continued walking away from an ally, wich had faint sounds of whimpering coming from it.
"Shit man you don't even know". One of the group said as they continued on their way. "Trust me man, I know".
#Random Reporter POV#
#Present Day#
"They are my life's purpose my... gods". The greased slicked man said as he drove to finish what he... no they started.
"I said you would pay didn't I". He says cackling.
*Laughing*
#Ryan Master's POV#
#Present Day#
"So babe we got everything right, cause I would like to avoid coming back". Ryan said to his wife as he carried his baby boy... his sweet baby boy. "Yes you've asked that question a thousand times already". His wife said looking depressed than happy again. "Doesn't hurt to be sure does it". He said with the happiest smile on his face. This is all he ever wanted, fame, riches, and a loving family... his loving family. "Well since your in such a hurry you can pack the car big guy". His wife said wall laughing happily, with a little sadistic smile on her face. "Your sadistic". He said under his breath. "What was that". she said after getting into the car. "Nothing hunny". He smile left his face for a couple of seconds...
*Grumbling*
#Random Reporter POV#
#Ryan Master's POV#
#Random Investigator POV#
#Asshole Lesser God POV#
##the rest just generalize with a little bit of detail the crappy childhood life of mc##