[short story] The Transition
Twenty-two hours of labour and the baby still hadn't come. Danny was anxiously pacing around, considering his options. He and Raila had not been able to agree on a name for their child. He repeatedly mulled over the options in his head. And that's when he heard Raila scream. The baby was out, he could hear the cries. Danny rushed into the delivery room and felt himself jump back in horror when he saw his offspring. Its eyes were red, as red as the blood in between his unconscious wife's legs. It was a girl, just as he had hoped. But it was one of them. Danny had not anticipated this. For a moment, he considered killing off the baby at the first chance he could get. But what would he tell Raila? That he had murdered her long-awaited baby? His baby? No, he could not do that. He decided that he would have to wait for Raila to regain consciousness. The world was populated with the Virtuites and the Malefites. The Virtuites were the ones with blue eyes. The good ones. The on