Prologue: The Baby
"Are you sure about this, sir?" the voice was soft, feminine like its owner.
"Yes," the reply was oily, very much like its well-dressed owner.
"But he's just a child," the female protested, a gloved finger moving blond bangs off her forehead.
"He belongs to us. We can do whatever we want to with him," the man continued writing on his clipboard.
A slender hand covered the clipboard forcing him to look at her as she spoke. "He has parents who love him very much. They will miss him terribly."
"No they won't," a bigger gloved hand pushed hers away as he resumed writing. "His parents were the victims of an unfortunate…fire. The same fire that claimed the child's life."
A horrified gasp then, "You murdered them? How could you?"
"Don't think of it as murder, my dear, but merely a way of obtaining someone to experiment on," the man said with an evil smile.
"I can't let you do that," she said bravely, grasping a pair of surgical scissors in her right hand.
He smiled at her indulgently. "And what exactly are you going to do, Ms. Ellison? Stab me with those? I don't think so."
Ms. Ellison hesitated and looked at the scissors she was holding. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction Dr. Kincaid grabbed a hypodermic needle that was lying on a tray and jabbed it into her heart. Pain and disbelief covered her face as he shoved her back. She fell on the floor and extended her hand to him. "You killed me," she whispered.
"You did it to yourself," Dr. Kincaid said, looking at her dispassionately then turned and walked away, leaving her on the floor where she died a few minutes later in great pain.
Dr. Kincaid walked down the hall until he came to a room where a lone occupant was. He opened the door and entered the room. He walked over to the crib in the middle of the floor and peered down at the small baby inside. "I hope you're stronger than you look," he said. "You're going to need to be if you want to survive what we're going to do to you."
Although the baby couldn't possibly hope to understand what Dr. Kincaid was saying he began to wail at the top of his tiny lungs, letting everyone within hearing distance know that he was unhappy with his current situation. Dr. Kincaid just shook his head in disappoint and walked back out the room, locking the door behind him. Even though Kincaid was gone the baby still continued to cry, showing no signs of stopping.
A/N: Although I didn't come up with the idea of writing this story I am grateful to 'Rosie' for sharing it with me. I am also appreciative of whoever it was that gave me an idea for the first chapter. I will be writing that one shortly as well as my other stories. If you want to read another chapter of 'Robin Goes to the Future' then I suggest that you review the latest one. That will definitely help you get your wish. Review and let me know what you think!