11:59 PM, April 22nd, 2002.
Victoria Mullins was a banker. She was a single 36 year old, moderately attractive, who liked watching Jeopardy, collecting antique clocks, planting in the garden whenever she visited her parents upstate, and talking with her brother Ted, who lived in San Bernadino, California. That's where her family was originally from, but they had moved when Vicky was seventeen. Ted decided to move back 10 years later. Vicky was an unremarkable woman, who lived an ordinary life. She had a circle of friends, was a habitual couch patato during the week, and other than the occassional longing for a relationship with a good man she was quite content in her ordinary life. She liked predictability, that's why she liked working with numbers. It made her an excellent banker.
When Victory woke up this morning, she had no idea this was to be the last day of her life. She had no idea of the nightmares that awaited her. She had no idea how fragile reality could be, and how swiftly it could unravel. She started her day with her usual regimented routine. A shower. Black coffee and a sesame Bagel with lowfat margarine over the morning paper. She listened to Bob and Stacy on the radio on her way in to work. Her morning had been ordinary. Her lunch had been ordinary. Her afternoon had been ordinary. Her evening had been ordinary. Until she saw IT.
IT changed everything. IT took everything she knew about reality, and brushed her world of mediocrity aside with one foul swoop.
She stared at it through tears in her eyes. It was like all of her nightmares manifest in one living organism.
It was watching her. Waiting.
Cold sweat dreanched Victoria's skin, and her breathing was labored. Victoria had a secret. Growing deep inside of her. A secret that would soon reveal itself to the world. She could feel it. Feel it moving. Inside of her.
She trembled. Reality had metomorphosized into something unrecognizable.
Pain. Pain filled her body. Filled her mind. It became her existance. It was pushing. She could feel it tearing her apart from within.
She wretched, tearing her hands free from their bindings with a rush of adrenaline. Her hands went to her stomach, trying to push it back in. It bulged out further. The pain blinded her; she never knew pain as excruciating.
Victoria couldn't breathe. She was soffocating. She felt warm liquid welling up inside of her. She started convulsing.
Merciful blackness fell on her.
Blood spattered out around Victoria. Her stomach punched out, her body going limp. Something emerged from the new bloody orifice in her torso. Victoria's secret leapt from her dead body with a shriek.
12 Midnight. It had begun.