The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)

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"I guess you want to hear it now," I began to everyone as we quietly at our food. I dropped the fork and pulled my knees to my chest, and tried to find the motivation to go on.

"My parents were obviously rich and famous, the it people but I never really knew why."

"When I was young, like a child, it was a night after a really massive party and there were hundred of people. I heard gun shots and screaming... I knew my parents were dead against my strength so I stayed inside my room. I was terrified to see what had happened, and what would've to me. It remained quiet after their sudden screams. I stayed in my room for what must've been a couple hours because the sun came up not so long after. When I opened the door I saw them two flat on the marble floor in front of me. My dad was blocking, or tried to block my door, while my mom was a couple meters away on her face."

I paused for a minute to think about what happened, but I quickly realized I didn't need to. It was all engraved in my memories like it was fresh in the present. While I retold the story I relived it, and didn't remember seeing anyone in front of me right as I spoke the words.

"I remember how quickly the house was filled with police, but it wasn't your average kind. I saw men in black suits, people in jumpsuits and investigators. I was taken away, and for months after things were a blur but my foster parents came along. I changed twice before finally I came across one family. They were bitter and cruel and I knew they only hung onto me because they wanted to find a way to get my money. I inherited it all, and my brother too, but he took little interest in it. He ran away by the age of 13, and was on his own. He took little interest in the money my parents left behind. For years he'd be taking me out and doing things brother do for their sisters, and then he sat me down... That was when I learnt about everything that my parents were really doing. I was going to be their test subject. Well, not really, but kinda really. They spent decades working on this chemical that was to eliminate any blood from the human system but not kill them. It wasn't a poison and it wasn't a bacteria. It just made the human stop having blood."

"It stopped the damage of wounds." Yami added deep in concentration.

"Exactly. It didn't make you invincible, because that's impossible, but somehow this chemical made a bond with the liquids in the body that made it function without the need of blood. You'd be cut, and it'd hurt and you'd be open, but nothing comes out."

"Has anyone been tested?" Jamie questioned me.

"No one, not a single human, and that's why they wanted me to be their first choice. My parents cared about me like I was their own life entirely. They believed so who Em heartedly on this chemical, and they wanted me to have the first serum... But they were killed right before it was meant to happen. The party was actually a celebration for the completion of the research. The people who had killed my parents were the rival Mafia who wanted the serum, but little did they know that my parents didn't have it."

"Who had it?"

"I don't know, my brother said it was given to a special facility that almost no one knows about, almost like they were the men in black sort of thing."

"They haven't contacted you?"

"No, but my brother is trying to find them, and to do that he needs me. He wants the serum. He hates my parents because he felt rejected as a child and he especially hated them after they chose me instead of him."

"But if this serum gets rid of your blood, this means you're immune to the zombies?" Jamie concluded.

"That's correct." I responded. "With this serum he'd be able to live longer and healthier with almost no complications. Apparently this serum was so serious and out of our time that they couldn't even let government know, but obviously secrets don't remain as secrets."