Survival Mode

Chapter Thirty - Three

How's Tweak?

Kate bit her lip and shook her head. Not good... She misses you, Kwaz... She's - expecting...

For a moment, there was no response. Kate watched as the green figure outside dropped to the floor. Oh God... she's pregnant - again? How far along is she?

Maybe a month and a half - she never told me. But she is beginning to show. I noticed it the other day. Kate looked at her unrecognizable twin brother outside. Are you alright? You - fell...

It took a moment for Kwazii to regain his composure and stand up again. His body hunched over and his white eyes looked up at her again. I'm fine... but Kate, you need to get out of here. I can't hold back my zombie form for much longer.

Tears began to slide down Kate's pale cheeks again. She nodded her head at her brother, sadly. Okay, Kwaz. Please come back tomorrow... same time?

I'll try.

Kate wiped at her eyes and sniffed. I love you, Kwazii. Come back to me.

Kate... Kwazii began to move his body as if he were fighting against someone. My zombie form can't take it anymore! I have to go! With that, Kwazii ran off into the woods without looking back.

"Wait!" Kate screamed out loud. She continued to watch her brother disappear into the woods behind the immense mansion. Kate pounded her fists on the wall. "Kwazii! KWAZII! I love you! I love you, I really do! Come back to me! Come back... please..."

___________________________

Carter Mason tapped the end of his pen on his desk. He studied the scientific formulas in front of him - how would he be able to do this? Carter moaned and placed his head in his hands. "Jonathan!" Carter yelled, suddenly.

A man raced into the room. "Yes, sir?" His voice was shaky as he spoke to his master.

A smirk formed on Carter's lips. "Could you... do me a favor? Could you bring forth the prisoner? I would love to acknowledge her presence... now."

Jonathan nodded. "Of course - sir..." He ran out of the room and down the stairs leading to the basement. A young girl, approximate age was 10, sat in the corner of the basement. She hugged her knees and swayed back and forth. Jonathan slowly made his way to the girl and cleared his throat to gain her attention. "Mr. Mason... he would like to see you."

The girl looked up at Jonathan with her big, hazel eyes. "Well, tell Mr. Mason," she said, her voice low and frightful, "that I do not want to see him."

"M'lady, you must come," Jonathan begged, kneeing before her. "Do you remember what happened last time you didn't come straight away? He nearly beat you to death! Please... I can't bear to see you hurt again."

"Why do you even care?" questioned the girl. She looked away from Jonathan. "You - you don't even know who I am or what I can do! Or at least - what I used to do..."

Jonathan took hold of her tiny hands. "I have seen your power, Tominnow. I believe it is the very power we could use to stop your father. All we have to do is find a way for you to regain it. But as for now, I suggest you follow your father's orders."

For a moment, Tominnow stared up at Jonathan questionably. "Why do you want to help me stop my father? You work for him. He trusts you!"

"That doesn't mean I can't despise him. Your father used me to gain power. Now - I want to eliminate him as much as you do, Tominnow. I swear to God I want to," said Jonathan. Tominnow looked away from the man. He released her tiny hands and stood to his feet. "What do you say? Will you help me, Tominnow Mason?"