Broken Child

Chapter I: Birth
Two minutes. Fifty-five seconds.
After twenty-some years of relentless research and countless failed experiments, it was hard for Dr. Reveux to believe his dreams were so close to becoming reality. Even as the man’s golden orbs stared fixatedly at the clear, glass tube which held his precious project, he couldn’t help but fear that something might go horribly wrong. He could already hear the sound of the alarms screeching in protest, alerting him of some sudden error in the back of his mind. If not the alarms, then perhaps the tube itself would prove to be problematic. There was the possibility it wouldn’t last for the final moments, and without warning, would shatter into countless, deadly shards, each of which would not hesitate to strike his beloved’s pretty, cinnamon face.

It would not take much force for the jagged pieces to slice the newborn’s skin, allowing his synthetic creation to ‘bleed’. There was no doubt in Reveux’s mind that the dark red, almost brownish liquid would flow freely from the healthy, eighteen-year-old body, only to cover the sterile, sickeningly white tiles. Maybe a stray shard would even lodge itself into one of his pretty’s golden eyes, or perhaps slice some of the boy’s dark blue locks. The mere thought caused the fifty-year-old to shudder visibly, his mind unable to stand the thought of his pretty being damaged by anyone--- anyone that wasn’t him.

“Scan completed. Zero errors found.”

It did not more than the few simple words to draw Reveux from his pessimistic daydreams, and back into the realm of reality. His eyes refocused themselves instantly, only to meet with a pair that could easily be mistaken for his own, if not for the hint of mischief that lingered about them. At the same time, the tube slowly, but steadily began to drain itself of all remaining liquids. The entire process did not take more than thirty-seconds, though if asked, the doctor would have easily said it was at least five times as long.

Still, it was thirty seconds well spent. From head to toe, he examined his subject, making sure the scan had, in fact, been accurate. In the process, he did not bother conceal his fascination with the young boy’s small, rosy nubs. Already, his pure, white slacks were becoming uncomfortably tight. If he did not get his hands onto the boy soon, he was certain he would explode.

Luckily, the remaining wait was not long at all. Once the liquid was completely removed, it took merely the blink of an eye for the container to split into two separate, but equal pieces, before retreating quickly back into the metallic base from which they came.

Finally, it was completely. Now, only the programming remained.

“Good morning, Artemis.” The fact that his creation was now standing before him, small, though full lips curved into a playful smile, and body absent of any and all clothes, not to mention soaked completely, had little affect on Reveux as he easily recited the words he had already memorized years ago. If anything, it was almost orgasmic to finally be able to speak with the boy of his wet dreams face-to-face, especially with the dear lad completely nude.

“Artemis?” For a newborn, Artemis had little trouble communicating. Each and every letter was punctuated perfectly in a voice that was somehow childish, filled with innocence, but at the same time, laced with hints of sin just waiting to be unleashed. “Is that my new name?” With the question, he cocked his head to one side as if a bird of some sort. “Or are you just talking to yourself?” For a moment, the boy’s smile widened ever-so-slightly.

Humor. Out of all the traits Reveux ensured the boy would possess, humor had not been one of them. It was unnecessary, in his opinion, for a slave to be able to crack jokes. After all, they’d spend too much time moaning to be able to say more than an incoherent phrase or two. The minor surprise was not too upsetting in all actuality, but if anything, simply annoying. We’ll have to work on that, he finally decided, currently too aroused to complete any improvements at the moment.

“It would be your name, m’dear,” Reveux responded, only after a full minute had managed to pass. At the moment, he was beginning to become impatient with how long ‘programming’ was taking. In his mind, he had always saw the process as one that would be speedy, and cost no more than a minute. Yet, suddenly, it was not hard to see out of all the predictions and assumptions he had made, this was one where he had been clearly wrong. “But, we can discuss it further. For the time being, perhaps you would like to learn a bit about your Master?”

It was at this that Artemis’s lips drooped into a slight, pout. “Can’t we just fuck?”

“Fuck?” the doctor repeated, nearly cumming right there and then. It had been too long, far too long since someone had asked him to quit talking, just so they could hurry up and have sex. “But, wouldn’t you like to be inform---”

“Wouldn’t you like to get inside of me?” Artemis interrupted, shamelessly motioning to his creator’s pants. He couldn’t quite find the right name for the bulge that was apparent to anyone with at least one working eye, though at the same time, he was aware of what it meant when a man had one, and what was required to relieve someone of one. Reveux had been very thorough with the knowledge he installed into Artemis’s mind. “Otherwise, you might ruin your pretty pants.”

That was it. That was all Reveux needed hear, before he knew just what to do. Screw programming, Reveux concluded. So what if the boy didn’t know his name or where they were just yet? They could discuss that after Reveux had a chance to ‘test run’ his product.


Author’s Note: This is a story I have been tempted to write for some time now, though only recently have I gathered the courage to actually follow through with it. I know it might be a bit annoying that this chapter is so short, not to mention absent of any true sex, but Chapter II will certainly make up for it. (As will the chapters to follow. XD) The only thing I ask is that you remember to rate and review if you enjoy it. After all, reviews are great motivation when it comes to writing new chapters. =)