This is my first story on YWS. I am here to beg you to give me constructive criticism so I can become a MUCH better writer. So without further ado, here it is.
Gunfire could be heard throughout the night-darkened city. This was normal ever since David Hartwell had successfully taken over the country of Ahorai. But to concentrate on the nightly patrols would be madness. No, tonight was one of the most important moments of his life. Tonight was the night that the heir to his rule would be born, and he would no longer have to worry if someone managed to assassinate him, or if he died of some other cause.
A woman's scream filled the air and David jumped. This sound too was usual, but tonight it was a different kind of pain, the kind that a man couldn't ever experience. He got up, pacing nervously. The child was supposed to be a male, but ultra sounds were wrong on many occasions. He didn't have anything against females. He actually quite enjoyed them, but in his mind's eye he could only see another powerful male ruler. More screams. David was tempted to go in, relieve the woman he had used of her pain. He started then stopped, scolding himself. He couldn't go in. Well, he could, but it was best not to. With shaky hands, he turned and walked to an open window, climbed out onto the ledge and pulled out cigarettes and a lighter.
Stay calm, he thought to himself, inhaling. His heart pounded with excitement. He had interviewed hundreds of woman, spent personal time with each of them, until he had found the right one. The one he himself deemed worthy of having his child. Her name was Katlee Rets, and not only was she beautiful, she was smart and had a good personality. With his genetics mixing with hers he hoped to create an amazing specimen of life that would rise his empire to even greater heights, and eventually dominate the planet. The third scream nearly caused David to swallow his cigarette. He pulled it out, smashing it into the concrete beside him. It had actually been fairly easy to take over Ahorai. All he had to do was marry the king's daughter, and kill the king and the rest of the royal family. He snorted at how cliche' it was.People were idiots, but David was determined to fix that, or at the very least, hide it. The other countries had done nothing about it; none of them cared enough. The world was divided, and David would take advantage of that, taking down each country one by one. The screams receded slowly, making him jump less and less. Finally, a new scream filled the halls. The scream of an infant.
David stood up, and went back into the hospital, leaving the cigarette to be taken away by the coming rain. He waited a few moments and the nurse came in, holding a writhing bundle. He took the child, looking down at it. The child was a girl. She had a full head of blond hair to match her mothers, and his black eyes and dark skin.
"What is her name, sir?" The nurse asked nervously, wanting to be as far from her ruler as possible.
"Her name is Nerice Tillie Hartwell," David said. The nurse nodded and went to fill out the forms. "Guards." David called, immediately followed by two huge men entering the room.
"Yes, sir?"
"Kill the woman; I no longer have any need for her." He said, not taking his eyes off the child.
"Yes, sir." They said, going into the hospital room. Two gunshots sounded, followed by two screams that cut off before they were fully formed. He walked into the room to see the doctor and the woman drenched in blood. He nudged the doctor with his foot.
"Did you really have to waste a perfectly good physician?" he sighed with mock exasperation.
"Sorry sir."
"It's fine. Go get a new one." And with that, David turned and walked out of the room, down to an elevator and into a limo that had been waiting several hours for him. "Well little one." He said, sitting next to the child in the car seat. He looked at the child, his new tool. "I was hoping for a male, but I guess you'll have to do. Welcome to the world, Nerice."
