Daria Fanfiction - A story idea if anyone wants it...

The thunder rolled through the night. He had waited months for a night like this one. Charles peered over the computer screen at the shape laying hidden behind the smoky door built into the chamber . They had doubted him. They had laughed at him. But he knew. He knew he could do it. The science was there already.

They had called him a crack. Crazied. But he had heard it all before. All day long at his high school, the sexy women of Lawndale High made fun of him. Even some of the female teachers took a shot at him on occasion. He was used to it by now. Charles took one last look around the lab making sure everything was in place. It was either tonight or he woud have to wait for another chance months from now.

A strong bolt of lighting hit the largest antenna on the roof. It was time. Charles threw a switch and the chamber slowly raised to the ceiling. As it got higher, he threw a second switch and watched as a pair of doors parted in the roof. Rain and wind began to fill the room as Charles raised his hand over his eyes to see what was happening.

A bolt of lighting hit the chamber, breaking off one of the chains. Charles reacted in fear as he quickly threw switches to lower the chamber. But he was not quick enough.

A second chain broke. Charles threw himself under the chamber as it snapped around, the smokey door flying open and a heavy object, covered with a white cloth, fell to the ground. Charles and the object landed in a heap. Charles slowly stood up, carefully placing the covered object back on a near by table. He stood for a moment with tear in his eyes. He would just have to try again at a later date. That's all he could do. With a sigh he turned to go.

A low female moan from under the sheet issued out. Charles whipped his head around and ran back to the table. He slowly removed the cloth from the table. He called her "Quinnette." He had taken the aspects of the three most beauiful girls from Lawndale High that he had known and molded his being around them. The perfect lines of Quinn, the brains of Daria, and the sass of Jane. It was his perfect girl.

Quinnette's eyes floated open. They were beautiful Charles saw. He had done good work.

"M... M.... Mas...."

"Don't speak," Charles placed a finger over her lips. "There might have been damage from the fall." He stood there and just gazed at the perfectness of his creation. "Do you think you're strong enough to stand?" he asked in a wisper.

Quinnette nodded and slowly swung her legs over the side of the table. With Charles' assistance, she stood.

Charless paused to let his gazy pass over her naked body. "As much as it pains me, we should get you dressed in something more fitting." He started to escort her out of the lab.

"Oh..." Quinn wavered and threw her hands down to the computer to steady herself. "I'm dizzy," she said in a small voice as her hands slid over the terminal. Charles rested his hands on her shoulders.

"Not to worry. I'll carry you to be bedroom." He stooped and lifted her into his arms.

Neither one noticed that the terminal had now been reset to create one million copies of Charles' perfect being. The case lifted again to the roof.