In the Beginning: Prologue

Franken Stein was born at 3:33 in the morning on October 31st, 1978. His mother, Hiroko Stein, was calm and experienced no pain. The birth went smoothly. But, something about the child caught me as…unsettling.

Young Franken was average weight and height, fairly healthy, and quite a beautiful child, however, his odd behavior made me a bit frightened. He didn't cry the entire time. Not coming out, or getting cleaned up, or being held the first time...he was silent. But that's not what got me, what got me was the child's expression! The whole time he looked down at the blood on his body with a twisted smile on his face! His green-yellow eyes seemed to glint when the doctor's tools came in his view, as if he wanted them.

I can only be worried, I have no right to point a finger and say that the baby was mental. Who would even believe me? No one, that's who! It's unbelievable…I can hardly believe it myself…

May God be with Hiroko and Chou Stein. I fear their safety.

Sincerely,

Tatsurou Goto

"Mommy," whined Franken. He grabbed a handful of her dress and began to pull.

"Calm down Franken." Hiroko picked the child up and carried him over to his bed. "Now listen up," she said as she tucked him in. "Me and daddy are going out. Be a good boy and stay here, don't, and I mean DON'T leave the house." Babysitting… It's just so expensive. Hiroko smiled. Oh well, I trust him.

"Kay, mommy…" Franken's eyes wandered around the room, curiosity filled his gaze.

"Bye baby! Sweet dreams!" Hiroko followed Chou out of the front door. I wonder…what was that feeling…?

As soon as he heard the door close, Franken jumped out of bed. He made a mad-dash to the lightswich and flipped it on. Phew, he thought. The darkness is gone.

Skittering sounded from the kitchen.

So, the curious boy stumbled to the noise, his blanket dragging behind him.

"Hey there," he said softly, his eyes locked on a mouse seated in the middle of the room. "I'm not gonna…" A smile crept up Franken's face. "Come little mouse," giggled the boy. He reached into the pocket of his nightshirt and pulled out a small knife, one very similar to tools used by doctors.

"Little mouse, come closer…"

"Yes, closer…"

"One more step…"

*SPLAT*

"Good job."

A/N: Reviews? For the first Stein origins story?