This is a remake of a story I tried to make earlier, but failed. I am only including the Prologues in this section, so if no one wants to see more, I understand. But please let me know if you like how its going so far, and if you have any critiques, I will take them into consideration. I already wrote out the next two parts, so if you like this, I will continue posting!
It was a dark and stormy Thursday morning, but no one paid it much mind. It seemed like it was always raining in Transford, the smallest, in fact almost unknown town in northern Alabama, though it was closer to Tennessee than any populated, large or otherwise, residential area in Alabama. However, since the current US President was from here, it got a little bit of recognition. There were only about 300 adults and about 80 children living in Transford, making it a very small area. In fact, if you didn’t know where to go or just got distracted, you could walk right past it, and you may as well dump your car as you get close and hike the rest of the way on foot. This seclusion led to a townwide belief in Christianity, and a lot of available jobs needed just to keep the town stable, such as farmers, teachers, and firefighters. Also, some specialty jobs just for this town, such as town psychic, town singer, and town informant.
However, this Thursday in particular was different. The Head of Transford Construction, Carrie Gelant was in the hospital building with the only doctor in the town, Nicole Greathes who, despite the secluded town had enough medical know-how to rival most successful New York EMTs, and the town priest Harold Lepturn, who had a basin of Holy Water at the ready for baptism. Carrie was holding in her arms her newborn boy whom she looked at with an intense love, as any mother would. Carrie however, knew that she didn’t have much time, the birthing took too much out of her, and it would soon take her life as well. She looked at the baby one more time, her hazel eyes peering into his green ones, and whispered “My time has come. I name you Leo Jared Gelant, and wish you the best.” She then leaned back, closed her eyes, smiled and exhaled her last. Both Harold and Nicole lowered their heads in respect of her meeting God, and took the child to be with his new guardians, the married sister of his mother, and her husband, Fiona and Adam Greendale, co-teachers of 5th grade at Transford General Education, the only school in the town. The two new guardians of this boy looked at each other and agreed to raise him like their own.
“Mr. President! What an unexpected pleasure!” The government agent stood at attention, shaking to try to control his elation that he was standing in front of the 56th President of the United States, Jason Bennet, arguably the most powerful man in the world.
“You don’t have to stand at attention. Relax. I am just curious how Project R is going. Come. Walk with me.” The technician eased up, and walked with Jason. They walked down a hallway until they came to a metal door marked “Storage.” The two of them swiped security cards and opened the door, and Jason stood in awe. The machine that had taken 5 billion in excess tax money was nearly finished. The machine looked like a dentist chair, where the dentist has you sit while he works on your teeth. The only difference is instead of the x-ray machine, there was a helmet-type machine in its place, and a large metal container attached to it. Also, there was a keypad on the arm of the chair.
“Does it work yet?” Jason asked.
“In theory. We are finished with the hardware and software, we just have to test it. We need somewhere remote and fairly unpopulated. The ideal place would have less than 500 people, so that we can test the device in a small, quarantined area. Can you think of a place, Sir?” Jason paused.
“…We’re going to Alabama.”