The Birth of Death

~Intro~ Chapter: 1

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James Matthew Spencer was born in 1729 on a small farm on the edge of Boston, Massachusetts. His mother was a large ole crone with a round face and a round nose. She had squinted brown eyes and peppered brown hair that was always worn in a tight messy bun. His father was a tall slender man with the same squinted eyes as his mother. He worked all day, everyday at the ports; loading and unloading cargo ships. He spent his nights at the town pub, drinking himself into countless rage fits. The nights he came home, he violently beat his children and beat and raped his wife. James was the youngest of five children. His brother Jacob was the eldest, then his sister, Chamomile. Howard was next, then Billy, then James. James was the only child who attended school. His mother forced him to go while his siblings stayed home doing chores around the farm.

One day, while James was at the school house, his father had come home in a blind, drunken rage and murdered his family. When school was let out, James ran home with excitement.

He ran up the steps, burst through the front door and instantly tripped over a large mass. He stood up and looked down at his brother's corpse. He stared in terror, taking in the wounds and blood. His face was contorted and misshapen from the wounds. James teared up and began to stepping backward to escape the ghastly sight only to instantaneously trip over another body. He caught himself on the kitchen table and looked down at the body of his mother. He wiped the tears from his face and ram throughout the house, finding the bodies of his two other brothers in their shared room. He walked to their parents' room and found his dad sleeping his bed, covered in blood. James snuck out, silently closing the door behind him. Once the door was closed, he ran out the back door where there was a trail of blood. He ran to the barn and threw the door open, slipping inside.

There he found his older sister, half-naked and brutally beaten, curled in a ball in the center of the barn. His eyes watered and he ran to his sister and shaking her unconscious body vigorously. She awoke and coughed dryly, he looked at her and wrapped his arms around her. She laid there, slumped and weak, slightly gasping for air while her abdomen bled from deep cuts. She spoke up, "Run away, James. Stay away from Pa. He did it," she coughed into her hand, blood splattered in her palm.
"Go to Uncle Devin's in Portland. Look in mom's address book, Stay in school for us. We love you."
He cried in his sister's hair as she hugged him weakly.
"Go now," Chamomile looked up and kissed James' cheek. He kissed her forehead and gently laid her head on the straw and stood, turning to leave.
"I love you too Cammy," he whispered while he sobbed into his sleeves.
"You don't have time, James, go!"
He quickly wiped the wetness from his face with the bottom of his shirt.
"Okay."
James ran to the house and soundlessly crept up the steps and into the eerie home. His hair raised as he stepped closer to his parents bedroom. He slid in and stepped toward the desk his mother had next to their bed. He made sure to stay silent, although his father's snores were ear piercingly loud. He placed his clammy hands on the handle to the drawer and slowly pulled it open. Reaching into the drawer, James pulled his mothers address book out. Quickly, James closed the door and ran to his bedroom, stuffing clothes and books into his big brother's packing bag. On his way out of the house, he packed plenty of biscuits and cans of vegetables. After he left the house he set out on the road to Maine to live with his Uncle Devin. A week of walking and camping out had passed and he finally arrived to the house. His uncle welcomed him with open arms and enrolled him in schooling. For years he spent his days working hard on his studies, making sure he turned into the man his mother and sister wanted him to be.

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Dr. James Spencer is a widely known scientist. Notorious for his un-Godly experiments and creations. No one cared for the 64 year old loony. Ultimately, all of his experiments have been failures. Up until now. James graduated secondary school at the age of 14 in 1743.

After graduating secondary school, he went straight into college and there he stayed. Taking any and every science class the University had to offer. After officially graduating in 1773, 44 year old James Spencer went straight to work in the basement of his mansion he had inherited from his recently deceased Uncle Devin. Some people called him a monster for his work, some called him a loony old man,- others, a Witch. But to him, he was Dr. James Matthew Spencer, a smart gentleman of science, a biological engineer, a savior of mankind. If he could get the variables just perfect. In 1775, two short years after graduating, James had successfully converted his 3,000 sq ft basement into a fully operational biology with every chemical and piece of equipment he would ever need for his experiments.

He worked hard in his lab for 19 years and it wasn't until 5 months after his 64th birthday did he finally succeed. He finally created and birthed a living organism from an artificial womb he had created. The artificial womb was a simple tub with chemicals mixed together to form a black tar-like substance as the amniotic fluid. He pulled his sleeves up and reached into the tub, feeling around until he came across a form. He picked the silent child up out of the tub and wrapped it in his coat; he placed the baby onto the table next to the tub. He drained the tub and became exuberant as he found another baby. Twins. James quickly delivered the baby. Both babies slept peacefully through being measured and weighed. The first delivered baby was a boy, James noted his weight as eight pounds and three ounces and nineteen inches long. The second baby was a girl; her weight was six pounds seven ounces and seventeen inches long. He marked the information down in his notebook and placed it onto the counter top then cleaned and dressed them. James took the babies up to the second floor and into his bedroom. He placed the first baby down onto his bed, then the second. Born on October 13, 1793, the hopefully mutant twins Nathan Matthew Spencer and Lyra Rose Spencer changed Dr. James' life.