The Final Quest Online

Chapter 4

His memory never left him.

It haunted him like forever.

Peter's face turned pale as he slowly fell on the floor. His mother was fast enough to catch him. Blood slithered through his mouth , as his eyes were slowly closing.

" Charles help! Y-your b-brother. "

He rushed back to the kitchen to help his mom and cleared the wooden table.

They gently placed Peter on the table , as he was choking blood and fainting.

Conscience boiled inside his young heart , making him what to puke and cry and scream at the same time.

"I should've told you to have the virus. I'm so sorry brother. Bro. Wake up. Wake up. I'm sorry. I'm just jealous. Sorry. I'm so sorry. Bro can you hear me ?"

His voice squeaked as he held his bother's cold face.

" Don't worry my dear . The iMed are on their way. "

As soon as she said that , a huge HoverTron hummed beside their house. His eyes were not familiar with the golden Dragon crest , but he opened the door anyway.

He was too young to be jealous.

To see all of this.

His mother gave him a sad look , as she sobbed .

" Is he going to be alright Sir?"

" Don't worry. We will do everything we can to save him. "

A trail of men wearing faint green uniform marched towards the table where Peter was lying unconsciously.

After a couple of minutes ,a young man at the age of twenty approached their mother.

" I'm so sorry, but we found out that your son is no longer a positive candidate for the cure. He is infected with the virus. "
He scanned his screen over his eyes , then he maintained his neutral face.

" How could that happen ? He was born without it. "
She sounded so desperate to send her son to the Silver City.

" But it seems that the virus was just there all along. It has its own timespan. I'm sorry. But he had to stay here and recover. We will give you time. "
The young man's voice was still emotionless.

"Time for what ? "

" Time for observing him . We will expose him here and see if his health will improve or not. "

" How much time are we talking here ?"

" Six years. "

" What if he won't make it ?"

" I'm so sorry madam . But I could not answer that question for now. "

They stormed out the house as their boots created a horrifying melody.

Like a sound of a death's footsteps .

" But .. "

"Don't worry. We will provide the medical apparatuses for him. He fell into coma and we will give you medical supply for six years . Goodbye Mrs. Alister."

They took of their hats and bowed , a gesture of formality and authority.

His mother was still crying , as the other men had transferred Peter into a stretcher.