A brother's sorrow (Rewrite)

Chapter 3:Trouble

William closed the door, going to the other side of the car, he scooped Chris on his lap, resting his head on his shoulder, holding him like a baby, as the boy was nestled, the man closed the door behind him, a soft stir close to his neck called William's attention

"Oh, you poor thing~" The man croons, resting his head on his son's head, nestling him as he walks up to his basement door

Inside there, William gently laid Chris on a mattress at his desk side, soon getting up and putting all the paper aside, at the other end of the room, there was a small device, that lightened up and started doing familiar noises, some were inocent giggles and other were desesperated screams, getting on the man's nerves, so he went to the device and muted it. William looked over Chris, that was threatening to wake up at any moment, so he got closer to his son

"Let's see what we have here" The man whispers, scooping the boy on his lap again, this time laying him on the table

Resting his hand on Chris's head, William was about to take a syringe, but the boy sitted up, making him groan

"Dad...why we're at your lab?" Chris yawls, looking around, until he noticed he was placed on his father's desk, so he put his hand on his hand and started shaking "You would really brainwash me again, dad?" He stutters, looking to the man's eyes, holding back the tears

"Lay down, Chris" William simply says, taking an syringe with an yellow liquid inside, but, before he could inject it, the boy was already out the table

Before Chris could run out the door, he was pulled aggressively, his arms stuck to his sides, the needle close to his neck makes him gasp, holding his father's arms, the boy closes his eyes, trying to get away as much as possible

"Don't be so ungrateful, I could bring them back...would we like to put you back to those conditions you were before I cured you?" The man whispers at the Chris's ear, who looked down, letting some tears fall "no, we don't...besides" he continued, pulling the boy with him to a mirror "I wouldn't mind having your blood on my hands, it would be just one of the others"