(Continued from Chapter 12)
Frankie's Point of View
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"Analysis 96% done", the computer blares throughout the room. Casey smiles while looking at the computer screen.
"We've got to find a way out of here", Zach whispers to me so Casey can't hear us.
I nod and he smiles. I forgot how cute that smile was. I smile back.
"Analysis 97% done."
Casey gets out behind the screen and walks over to us.
"Just accept defeat. You will not survive. It is the end for the both of you."
"It is NOT the end, for either of us. We won't give up," I blurt out. Why did I say that? It won't help any to stand up to the enemy when she has the upper hand.
"Analysis 98% done."
"Yes! Finally! Almost there!", Casey screams in excitement.
Zach straightens himself and I can't help but staring at him.
Casey rolls her eyes.
"You two better say your last goodbyes. Once the analysis is done, I will inject a serum into Zach that will produce him lifeless. You little Zachie-poo will be dead in a few minutes, Frankie.", Casey says mockingly.
Casey is just sick, and not in the good way.
"Analysis 99% done."
"Oh!", Casey says in excitement and I almost expect her to say "the cookies are done" as a grandma would say. "Better prepare the serum!" Casey runs off.
"I'm sorry, Frankie." Zach says next to me. I look over. He has a tear in his eye. I knew Zach was capable of joy, but never sadness. I feel a tear flowing down my face. We lay there in silence staring at each other in sympathy.
"Analysis 99.2% done."
"Ugh!" We hear Casey from behind the beakers. "Why is it always the last percent that takes the longest?"
Eventually, the loading reaches it's peak.
"Analysis 99.9% done."
Casey walks in with a needle in her right hand. It is filled with a pinky clear liquid. Just the sight of it makes me nauseous. I've never liked needles and this is no exception.
Casey walks up to Zach. He seems to have accept his fate. He looks over at me and whispers so only I can hear.
"I love you."
"Analysis 100% done. The cure contains-"
At that moment Casey stabs Zach left forearm with the needle. Everything else fades away as I watch Zach's eyes fade away and look into nothingness. His head flops over to the side, and turns towards me. I watch as his face and whole body go pale. My eyes blur up as the tears stream down my face. I can't focus on anything anymore. I don't care if Casey, anybody, or anything wants to kill me. Anything is better than the pain I feel in my heart. As if to depress me more, my brain suddenly decides to remind me of all the people who have died before me in vain. It doesn't matter who died: my mom, my dad, Sierra, Zach, Elliott, the imaginary little blonde girl, her imaginary older brother; it was all hopeless.
"I already have found the cure, Frankie, so there is no need to analyze you. I'll just dispose of you with the same serum I used on your love, Zach." She smiles and hold up the needle. Only half of the liquid was used. Just enough for me.
This is the end because I give up.
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