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Bargaining with Life 2

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I'm awake and my body is thrumming with magical energy, and it is screaming at me that a pregnant mother is nearby and she needs my help.

I'm on my back, so I roll over onto the flats of my arms, keeping my head as low as I can. My magic may be telling me about the woman, but my instincts are telling me that I am surrounded.

There is concrete underneath me, and it is cold, telling me it is night, or close to. My forehead touches the floor and I feel... death. It's making me feel a little sick. But there are walls that separate me and whatever it is.

I should not be afraid of death. One of my best friends is the Lord of the Dead. But this... This is not normal.

"Maybe even Nico would be afraid," I murmur before I can stop myself.

"Look, daddy!" called a shrill voice, making me jump. "The magic lady is awake!"

Knowing I'm caught, I push myself up and look for the child responsible for the shriek.

A little boy with red hair and gray eyes looked at me in excitement from a few feet away. He was dirty and scruffy, his clothes hanging limp like he'd worn them for a few days.

I looked around and noticed I was in what looked to be a warehouse.  High metal walls enclosed us and I could barely see the ceiling for the lights were only halfway up the walls.

"Ryan leave the woman alone," his father said. "Why don't you get your mother some water?"

I was about to say no, there was danger, but something caught at me. I needed that water. The woman who was having the unknown pains needed it.

She didn't know what they were, but, I did. Her baby was about to die, and I could fix that.

I scrambled to my feet, while the boy scampered off. I bowed low from the waist towards the man and the woman he was holding.

The man was wiry, built lean. His face looked like it was regularly shaved, however, there were patches, so maybe he hadn't touched a razor in awhile. The eyes were sunk into his skull, and they were the same gray as his son's, only duller, less full of life. Bags under his eyes suggested little or no sleep while his unkempt, dull brown hair, and body odor under his fear stench suggested he hadn't bathed in awhile.

Come to think of it... I sniffed my self as I stood straight again, It's been awhile since I've bathed apparently.

"Um... Hello," I stammered. "Do you mind if I help? Pregnancy is my... Um... Thing."

That was lame, I chided myself. But, I can't say the proper words. They'd call me crazy.

Here are the proper words:

I, Kate,
Goddess of Pregnancy,
Marriage and Children,
Hear your cries.

I, Kate,
Will answer your prayers,
Coming to your aid,
Healing your body.
So mote it be.

Yeah, that even sounded crazy to me down here.

That thought caught at me. Up there doesn't exist anymore.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts just as the man said, "Please!"

Tears flooded his eyes as I scrambled forward, relief tempering his fear stench.

Swiftly I began unbuttoning her pants. This was hard to do because the button was nestled under her extended stomach. She whimpered while my cold fingers worked.

"Okay," I said in full commander mode. "Get behind her and slide your hands down the back of her pants and grab her bottom. Lift her up so her weight isn't on her pants anymore."

He did this with difficulty. Apparently, they were malnourished as well.

Once her butt was off the ground, I pulled her pants off, leaving her underwear. I got a good look at it and wished I'd been up sooner. A weird liquid was all over them, which made me inspect the pants. They were stiff, as if the liquid that wasn't water had soaked them and then dried in them.

"Shirt," I snapped, shoving my hands underneath to the distended midriff.

A billion thoughts were clamoring to be heard in my head, but I forced them to a halt as I dove through muscle, skin, fat and organs to the little girl inside.
Ok, part two.... yeah... still short... I just want to get it up.... I'm not sure I'm happy with this, so, if I rewrite it, I'll put this in scraps.

Kate: [link]

Part 3: [link]
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