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A knock at the door. At this hour?
Two men in dark suits, one tall and blond, the other much shorter and
dark.
"Mr. Bannister?" the tall one inquires.
"Yes. What's this all about? You cops?" I ask, more than a little
disturbed.
The short one replies, "Not exactly. Can we come in?" I motion for them
to come inside my tiny shoebox of an apartment. The remains of my dinner
lay in the sink which is visible from the main room in which we stand. A
tv flickers in the corner in front of a large couch. My only piece of
furniture.
"Mr. Bannister, I'd like to get this out front and in the open," tall
blond says.
"We're not really here for you per se, but for humanity as a whole,"
dark and short finishes. I take this ridiculous opening dialogue in
stride and offer the mysterious duo some beer.
"No thank you," they reply in unison.
"Mind if I have one?" I ask, not really asking.
"We'd prefer if you didn't, actually," One of them says while my back is
turned.
"Fine. You come to my house, and tell me you are here on behalf of
'humanity' and that I can't have a simple bottle of beer. What the hell
is going on here, gentlemen?" I cross my arms in what I hope is a
powerful display. The Suits look at one another, as if preparing
something.
"Mr. Bannister. It has come to our attention that somehow, your life...
hasn't been what it is supposed to be. Normally, this wouldn't be a
problem. But in your case... it has become one. Mr. Bannister... have
you ever felt... like you are supposed to be someone else?" Blondy asks.
"Er...," I answer, scratching my head.
"You see, its actually not you yourself who is important. Not really.
But something very important was supposed to happen to you tomorrow,
just past midnight, but that something can't possibly happen right now.
It's biologically impossible at the moment. But that thing that can't
happen right now, you see... it needs to happen. The whole world needs
it to happen," Shorty continues.
"Um. So... I screwed up? Because fellas. If the whole world is at
stake... I think I might be able to give this whole thing another go.
Just tell me what I should do," I say in a mocking tone. "No. Actually,
please don't. I was planning a nice long weekend of doing jack shit. If
the world or the future or whatever the hell is in dire peril, there's
nothing I can possibly do to help you guys. I'm afraid to say it, but
I'm not the man you're looking for."
"You can say that again," Blondy snidely replies.
"What was that?" I fire back, losing my temper.
"I said, you are exactly right. You are not the man we are looking for.
We are looking for someone else entirely. Mr. Bannister. As hard as this
may be to believe... the event that is supposed to occur later tonight,
in the early morning hours... is the birth of your daughter, Eliza,"
Shorty announces.
"Look, guys, you are talking nonsense here. I haven't even had a date in
6 months, haven't slept with anyone in over a year. It is physically
impossible for me to have knocked anybody up in way that fits your
little time frame...," I mutter, slightly embarrassed to be trotting out
my recent sexual history in front of a couple of goons.
"Once again you are more right than you realize. Mr. Bannister. You were
never meant to sire a child, daughter or otherwise. What you are
supposed to have done is conceive one. Mr. Bannister, you were never
meant to be a 'Mr' at all," Blondy says, approaching me.
"Whoa, okay, right. Because that makes a whole lot of not-any-fucking
sense. Listen guys, I think I've had quite enough of this bizarre mind-
fuck you are trying to achieve here and by the way? Mission
accomplished. Now if you will kindly get the fuck out of my
apartment...," I say, speaking faster and faster.
"That's fine Mr. Bannister, that's fine. We'll go. Just know that the
fate of the world lays with your firstborn daughter. If she does not
come to be... it's the end for us all. If you change your mind and come
to realize the truth in the very depths of your... well, let's just call
it a soul for lack of a better word, do please place this amulet around
your neck. It will... fix what needs to be fixed. Here us out, Mr.
Bannister. Good night," Shorty says, reaching into his pocket and
setting a dark stone on a thin chain upon my kitchen counter before
turning his back to me and leaving.
The front door shuts with a soft click. I am left standing in the
hallway to my bedroom with a strange piece of jewelry quietly glinting
in the half light. I eye it suspiciously. And promptly force myself to
ignore it. I sit back down on the couch and try desperately to watch
television. It doesn't work. My eyes keep wandering back over to the
amulet.
"Yeah right," I mumble to myself. Not really sure what I'm 'yeah
righting'. Finally, my curiosity gets the best of me. I stand up,
huffing and puffing. "Like I'm really supposed to... like they could
just come in here and tell me... like one person could be so
important...," I say, picking up the chain. It is cold to the touch. The
amulet, about the size of large grape, is much heavier than I thought it
would be.
I look around the apartment as if I'm being watched.
"Oh for fuck's sake," I mutter, and draw the chain wide, slipping it
over head and letting it fall against my neck. I look down and suddenly
the chain shrinks, the amulet slides up from off my shirt until it lays
flush with the skin of my neck. For a moment I'm afraid it will begin to
choke me but it halts just in time. The dark jewel begins to glow with a
soft reddish light.
"What in the hell is this thing?" I ask, trying to get my fingers under
the chain. I've had enough of this supernatural business for one night.
In the adjacent kitchen the clock reads 10:23pm.
I make my way toward the bathroom to get a better look at the amulet in
the mirror. On the way there everything goes blurry. I begin to stagger
like a drunk. I bypass the bathroom door altogether and just barely make
it to my bed where I flop down on my back, the room spinning. And black
out.
I wake up with one hell of a back ache. Laying on my side, my back feels
as stiff as a plank of wood. I try and sit up but something is wrong,
very wrong. I'm too heavy. I'm holding something very heavy, or tied up
to something, something pressing uncomfortably against my stomach, but
no. The heaviness is also coming... from inside me. I begin to panic and
finally manage to sit up.
The light in my bedroom is dim and I begin to remember the moments just
before I blacked out. I was sick, or poisoned or...But then I am in the
'now' and my memories will have to wait. My stomach, there is something
wrong with my stomach.
It's huge. My belly is gigantic and bloated and tight, it is bulging
straight out of my tee shirt, even my navel is sticking out from all of
the fullness. I grab at my belly and marvel at how hard the flesh is,
tight as a drum. Then something from the inside on the right side of it
moves. A slight bump deforms it, poking out and moving from side to side
then disappearing. There's something inside me, and for one long moment
I'm so dumbstruck I don't know what it is. But there is only one thing
it can be...
"No. No, this isn't possible, this isn't... what the hell has happened
to my voice?" I say, voice going from a whisper to a fear-fueled shriek.
I grab at my throat, its thin and smooth and there's something missing.
My Adam's apple! It's gone!
My hands rush down from there, seeking my distended belly but encounter
two other unfamiliar somethings along the way.
"Tits! I've got goddam tits!" I whisper incredulously. They are sort of
small, and very sore. But they are tits. My tits. Growing on me.
Sticking out of my chest. Mine. Oh god what has happened?
The baby moves again. The baby. The baby inside my fucking womb. Because
all of a sudden I'm pregnant. Very pregnant. Like about to pop,
pregnant. And then it hits me, the strange man's voice,
"You aren't supposed to be a Mr. at all... the event that is supposed to
happen later tonight... is the birth of your daughter, Eliza..."
"Oh fuck!" I say, slinging my tiny legs over the side of the bed. The
jeans I am wearing are a curious mixture of too big and too small, they
are baggy around my ass which though tighter and somewhat more
pronounced, is actually smaller than my old one. The pant-legs are way
too long and extend well past my diminutive feet. Somewhere along the
line my belly burst the button and my zipper slid down. Now, as I stand
I try not to trip over my own pants, and tug the zipper up so that they
don't fall right off of me.
I try to run to the bathroom but what results is a comedic half waddle
half stumble with my hand on my arched back and the other held out to my
side for balance. My shirt is ludicrously too small, barely eclipsing my
out-turned navel. My small but substantial breasts wobble around in the
tight fitting fabric.
Speed-waddling I can feel long hair streaming out from atop my head.
Long curly hair. My mind is just trying to take all of this in. And it
is failing. This just isn't possible.
The reflection in the mirror says several things, most of all, that this
certainly is possible and that I'd better come to grips with it pretty
fucking fast. It also tells me that I might actually be pretty small,
save for the gigantic protuberance about my midsection. I have a tiny
frame. The mirror also tells me that pregnant or no, I'm a beaut. Beyond
just cute, I'm that girl every guy can't get out of their head, even
when they think they've moved on and settled, and married someone else
entirely, I'm the one they think of to get off with every night. I'm
just that perfect.
The fact that I find myself irresistibly fuckable freaks me out. I back
away from the mirror and although my reflection shrinks, I see more of
myself, almost head to toe. This is all real, it screams. My mind
screams no way. Then it remembers something. This was all because of an
amulet. If I can just find the amulet...
I race out of the bathroom, sticking my huge belly out in front of me
like some hysterical bumper car. It must have fallen off in the bed, I
think to myself. I climb up awkwardly onto the bed feeling my burden
hang down from a different angle, taking the pressure off of my guts
somewhat as I walk around on my hands and knees, frantically searching
through the sheets. Nothing. More nothing.
I spin around and sit. "There has to be some rational explanation for
this. Maybe I am just really really drunk, and that spicy food I had to
eat is causing me to dream this," I say to myself, rubbing my engorged
belly. "But then I wouldn't be able to feel this, to fee-ee-EE-hey, cut
it OUT!" I yell as some sort of horrible pain rips right up my spine
from down between my legs.
For a full 10 seconds I sit there in silence, hoping that I will never
have to feel that again. Tentatively I slide forward and step out onto
the floor, sticking my belly out as far as I can like it's a bomb. My
foot is just about to take its first step when there is a popping
sensation from up inside me and then something slips out of me, soiling
my pants. It feels like peeing minus the control. As in you can start
and stop peeing. There's no starting or stopping this. All in all this
is nothing much, but enough to make things wet. Wet like water. Like
water breaking.
"Oh no, oh no, ohnoohno OH NO!" I mumble as I step around daintily as if
I might make things gush more by moving fast.
Out in the living room I am panicked. A dark blotch marks the crotch of
my jeans. I'm breathing in short gasps and all of a sudden it dawns on
me that not only am I a woman, and pregnant, but that I am destined to
give birth... tonight. And with that another one of those freaky pains
stabs me in the groin.
After much nervous pacing and several pangs later I realize that not
only can I not do this by myself, but that doing so might be dangerous
or even fatal to me or my fateful child. If I've come this far I may as
well go the rest of the way.
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