Last But Not Least

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Two Days Later
Douglas POV

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I trudged across the street, sighing as the harsh and cold drops of rain stung me, hitting my bare skin as I walked further. I wasn't prepared for this weather and I had absolutely no coats or jackets on, so I was freezing. All I had on was a camo t-shirt, cargo shorts and my running shoes, all of which were soaked and clinging to my body.

I sighed and recalled the events that were still fresh in my mind. After Donnie brought the kid, Adam and Bree home, we began to fight, a lot. I wanted to use the kids for a... research assignment in which they would be... controlled and used to take over the world. Whereas Donnie was against that. No, he wanted to raise them like normal kids, excluding the part where they went to school as such. I was so upset and furious but all that fizzled to sadness when Donnie kicked me out. He actually kicked me out.

I have no money, no other clothes, I have nothing. I'm homeless now.

Thunder boomed above me and the rain poured harder, causing my hair to loose it's normal spikey behaviour and stick to my forehead, uncomfortably.

I sighed and caught a glimpse of a sheltered area, well an alleyway that looked dry and the only place I could hopefully dry off.

I got to the alleyway and sat down, sighing as I wiped the water off my arms and I went to take off my shirt to dry it. I touched my chest and groaned when I felt how wet it was, and how wet all of me was. I saw a large box at the end of the alleyway and I draped my shirt on it, hoping that it might at least dry a teensy bit so I could be comfortable.

I felt panic seep through me as I rummaged through my pockets for the device I managed to slip into my pocket before Donnie oh so rudely kicked me out. I sighed in relief as my hand clasped over it and brought it into my line of view, the metal shining ever so slighly in the dimly lit place.

I held it in my left hand and began to think, my mind wandering to different places as my finger hovered over the little black button on the side.

If I pressed the button, it would send a deadly virus to the little shrimps chip which would give him a slow and painful death. It could take months, or even years to complete. But one thing I was sure of, there would be no way to stop it once I pressed it.

I was the reason Donnie didn't pull the plug on the kid those days ago. I was the reason he's still alive. He owes his life to me, and I can so easily take his life with one simple click...

I dropped the machine and burried my face in my hands as I felt the warm texture of tears escape my eyes and pool onto my already wet lap. I ran a hand through my hair and started pulling on it out of stress and frustration. Why can't I press the damn button? What was stopping me from killing that little brat?

The answer came so clearly once an old memory flashed through my head. It was before the hospital incident and I took the elevator down to the lab where no one was awake. Bree and Adam were asleep in the play room, and Donnie was working on some stupid device in his office on the main level.

I held a flashdrive firm in my grasp and I swiftly moved to Donnie's laptop, where I carefully plugged it in and waited for it to download it's contents.

I couldn't help but glance over at the sick boy, unconscious in his capsule to my right. I bit my lip as I stared at his gaunt complexion, his seemingly dead manner, the only sign of life being the uneven breaths, causing his chest to move up and down.

I walked over to him, ignoring the beeping from behind me, and traced my index finger along the glass, stopping when I reached the edge. I looked at him and saw his lips move, which opted me to press my ear against the glass, which I did. As soon as my ear touched the cold surface I immediatly heard so clearly what the boy was saying, and it took me by surprise: