Failed.

Failing... Why do I feel so afraid of it? Is it because of the collateral effect of it after doing something? Or is it losing trust from the people who received my word of doing the best that I can... And I did feel it at this time, at this place, at the person who I did not expect to do this to me...

3 Hours before the event... I climbed over the wall on the castle to look over what is happening in the castle. And from what I saw was a disaster. A shooting range?! What are they thinking of using a shooting range in the castle grounds, as I release my anger I saw what their use for the shooting range. It's not a sport, nor is it a training ground, no, its a killing floor for innocent people that are clueless about this and just waking up upon their deathbed. These people must be stopped at all cost but I need to report this to them. So I called Julie to inform them about the situation in the castle, Julie almost felt sick about what she heard about the news I reported to her. "They're doing it to children too!? What monsters they've become..." I replied, "Don't you worry now in no time we will stop this at any cost so hang in there ok? Let me handle this, how's Johnson on their Last Stand?" She replied, "Well, they've successfully recreated a WHOLE army of the invaders and I am glad that only injuries occurred and no casualties on our side and Johnson was surprised on their success thanks to your special ammunition." I feel relieved of course from the success of the defense the last thing on our list is the castle so I called some maids to help me with this operation.

1.5 hours left before the event... I said to the maids to enter the castle like they always do for their shift. And create a report on the new floor plan for our perfect infiltration. I made a plan that might work tomorrow for the anniversary of the castle since it will be a packed castle and a lot of guards might appear, Birmingham is the center for this operation and the beginning of a successful country would happen after we got rid of the parasite that has been sucking the power of this country ever since this plague hit this country and killed a lot of people. I really, really, hate the person that is currently holding the power over everything even though she's not the real thing and we've become puppets to her. The Faker that is probably laughing in the face of the people that is dying under her hands without panic since people are clueless on the horrors that the False Kingdom has been doing to them, not knowing that the country is currently being invaded by these outsiders that plan to take-over us while we're weak, pathetic to be honest they can't attack us head-on without any handicap to us but to be honest, they're smart on what they're doing but we can outsmart them just as they see but as I went out and tell them I heard a voice near an ally. As I look and called on who is in the dark alley, I saw a person who walked out the shadows... Wearing a coat and saying "I'm sorry I can't risk any more people dying, please forgive me." The person ran towards me surprising me then stabbing me to through my chest across my upper abdomen. It was very painful I fell head back first, and slowly losing conscience... I told the person my last words. "Why? Of all the choices, why did you kill me?" As my dying breath slowly dies... "I'm doing this to save the whole of Britain. I'm sorry doctor, I can't let you do your plan. Because it'll cause a catastrophe, and I don't want that." I close my eyes as my body goes cold, so it ends here. I saved a lot of people Helena is that enough for me to die like this. No, not enough huh... I guess I'll die here.

I feel cold, alone, even betrayed. So this what it feels like a deceased person. People that felt my failed experiments but I think they know that they're sacrifice made an improvement to my cure and it did improve. But still, I killed innocent people for a living and I experimented with them so I think this punishment to me is enough for all my bad deeds. I felt the same way my patients felt when they looked my medicine but from what I felt during my fall I did hear my medicine bottles shattered into pieces and I think it made my death worse since that medicine is the deadly one that I made as ammunition for my syringe gun. What's next I'm dead and can't do anything except lay down and accept fate as it is. But while as I mourn in my dead body I heard a voice shouting my name a woman in white called me... Is it? Who are you? I can't see you well, can you come closer I can't see you. To my surprise walked towards me and said. "I've been very disappointed with you Mr. Kirkstoic. Very disappointed are you the person who's in charge of saving people look at you. You're dead!" I replied. "I'm sorry, but you don't have to shout it loud I'm in front of you. Who are you anyway?" She replied while she smacked my head. "Don't you know who I am? I am the one who you pledge on during you're graduation as a Medical Practitioner. Florence Nightingale, the head nurse that started the practice of helping others even if it kills them." I was shocked at what I've heard that I am talking to the head nurse all along. And I am screwed with this, I'm gonna get scolded by my descendant in duty... What luck right?