He was done. This was too much right now. He was too tired to find reasons to distrust them anymore. He wanted to leave it be, he didn't have the energy for it. 007—Anya trusted them, and it would be enough for now.
He looked up to the ceiling and stared at it.
He shouldn't relax. He shouldn't, he shouldn't. What did he just tell himself?
He wanted to sleep.
He shouldn't trust them.
He did trust them. They felt trustworthy.
He shouldn't.
He was so tired, he didn't want to care.
He rolled his head to the side and looked out the window. How long had they been driving? A couple hours? The sky was getting brighter and the sun was rising higher.
How much longer 'til they were home? He didn't want to go. Maybe they'd get into a car accident and he wouldn't have to. How would he explain this to Donovan? How much trouble would he be in? Could he escape somehow? What would happen to Damian? Would he be sent to school, or right back to the lab. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
The lab. . .
The SSS. . .
The SSS went to the lab. . .
Demetrius blinked up at the ceiling.
The lab. . . would be taken down. . . wouldn't it. . . ?
The lab. . .
"Ha." Demetrius scoffed mirthlessly and laid a hand over his eyes as tears leaked from underneath it.
Taken down.
Demetrius laughed.
Taken down.
Taken down.
Taken down.
Gone.
Damian couldn't go back. Demetrius couldn't go back.
He laughed harder.
Gone.
Destroyed.
He was never going back. He'd never see the director again.
It racked in his chest like every memory at the lab, every moment that he had trained, all his life that he'd been the perfect son, was hammering his chest from the inside.
"Ha~~" It suddenly stopped and he soaked in the darkness his hand provided over his eyelids.
He wondered if the director was dead. Who did Mrs. Forger make bleed? She definitely killed someone. Who? How many? Did Mr. Forger? How many corpses littered their perfect white floors, and how much blood stained the never ending halls? Were the scientists dead? How would they be punished?
He'd always wanted to strap them down to the tables. See how they liked having their insides ripped open, or their brains tampered with. What it felt like to slowly have your soul decay and infect every part of you.
What it felt like to be dragged through hell.
He would have brought it to them if he could have. He would have liked to see them all burn. To see their precious work, their research, their plans, the lab thoroughly destroyed.
Demetrius smirked.
The thought was comforting.
With another sigh, he dropped his hand and once again stared at the grey fabric above him.
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Hidden and Silent (SpyxFamily)
FanfictionSequel to Operation 007 --------- Anya is safe. Damian is safe. The Forgers are back together and they plan to keep it that way. They have fought hard for their family and no one was going to rip them apart ever again. Or so they hoped. Eliminating...
