Last But Not Least

~7~

Douglas POV

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After Donnie hung up, I tossed my phone on the bed and ran a hand through my hair, beginning to question my skills. I may have given the kids bionics but I know what I did to make that virus, and I highly doubt Donnie and I will find an antidote.

Plus, since Donnie told me that Chase had his first painful experience that lasted two days, they'll get more intense and last longer. He has about two days at most. And just thinking about that brought a tear to my eye.

Krane (as I now call him) told me when we first partnered up that he'd never stop looking for the antidote, yet he hasn't started either. He promised we'd find something, but as the years went by, I forgot. Yes I know something this serious is rather difficult to forget but Krane kept me busy.

I layed down on my bed and shut my eyes. At six o clock tonight, I'd show Donnie all I knew and we'd find the antidote and save Chasey and then everything would be fine.

Hopefully.

I stood up and walked over to my lab desk, quickly opening every drawer there was and collecting a stack of paper with all the information I had about Chase and the virus. I had medical reports from birth to the age of two, when Donnie kicked me out.

I shook my head and shoved them in my backpack, feeling how heavy it was before cramming it all in and sitting back down on the bed to relax.

Krane is a demon. He forces me to do housework, his dirty work, and expects me to keep injecting him with bionics. I'm surprised he hasn't blown up or simply died from the amount of metal in his system. I wish.

I peeked out the door and saw Krane, asleep, sitting on the chair in the kitchen, his face looking angry and menacing as he clutched a piece of paper in his hand, clenching his fist harder and harder the longer it sat.

I yawned and sat down on my bed, my eyes beginning to droop from exhaustion as I layed down, my mind drifting in and out of consciousness. It was like I was hallucinating, dreams mixing with reality as I tried to sleep, barely noticing the darkening sky.

Once I accepted that I wouldn't be able to peacefully sleep, I sat back up on my bed and looked outside, using the sun as a clock as I estimated what time it was.

5:53

Shoot!

I bolted out the door with my backpack, creeping out to the car as I started the ignition, biting my lip. I'd get my consequences later, but what's important was saving my son.

I hopped in the drivers seat and sped out to the road, glancing behind me as I went. I'd be in trouble if I caught Krane following me. He HATES when I use his things without his permission. Especially the car.

I stared out the window at the darkening sight and had flashblacks of the night the virus took effect. Chase's screams filled my head and I had to shake my head to get the voices out of my head. I heard Krane's constant yelling, Donnie kicking me out, Chase saying my name in his capsule that one night what seems like centuries ago.

Just remembering painful things made my head jumbled up with pain and confusion as I attempted to untie the knotted mess in my brain, swirling thoughts in the sea of my mind. I knew if I helped Donnie save Chase, something good will finally be something I can look back on and think, "I did this. I'm not that bad." I can finally have a family...

Maybe.

I was the one that created the virus. I might not have pressed the button but I was the one that started this whole mess of life and death. I most likely would have given Krane bionics and lived a miserable life trying to reclaim the kids as my own...