44 The end is now the beginning

"Wow. He falls asleep fast. Maybe he doesn't sleep well. Wouldn't be surprising due to the fact his father gets drunk every twenty-four seven. Pour kid. Wonder what his childhood was like." As he was sleeping, the door burst open. Derick opens his eyes. Patron's eyes widen at the sight he saw. "What is this!? Why are you with him, asleep, he could've murdered you." I roll my eyes, "And you cut your hair!?" He pulls Derick away from me. "Father, I'm fine."

"you're not going to hang out with a killer, a disgusting creature like him will murder you." I gasp. "Just because I..." I lower my head. He pulls Derick out of the room. The distance got wider, as the door shut in front of me, leaving me alone. I didn't mean to kill him. He was a friend. The only reason it happened was that he forced me to, I had no control over myself. I sit on his bed. This doesn't seem like it will end well. The room grew quieter, to the point I could hear the fluids in my body. I play with the comb that was left on the bed. Some of his hair still on the floor from when I cut it, bloodstains on the bed from when he got stabbed. My eyes began to tear up. I huddle in a ball, crying for the first time about someone I just met not too long ago. It felt like hours before the door opens up again. John comes into the room. I look up and see a gun in his hand. "First you screw up my loves life, then her son, now my son! Why do you insist on interfering." He holds the gun up. "Why won't you let me have someone to love for once in my life!?" Tears run down his face, as his hands shake on the trigger. "You? Love? I figured that word wasn't in your vocabulary."

"You've played with my emotions two too many times, I will not let you take this away from me." I move as his finger pulls the trigger, the bullet only hit my shoulder. "And you run, you never stay still." I run out of the room. I have to find D, he's the only one I'm worried about right now, he's still a kid, despite his level of intelligence. He could get hurt and I already know I'm gonna die sooner or later. I have to figure out where he put D! The foot steps behind me are speeding up, Patron's running, that means I could be getting closer. I spot a white room, A human sitting in the middle in a white outfit. At that moment, everything was in slow motion, he looks at me, I look at him, his eyes widen as he runs over to me. He bangs on the glass, I could put hear a word, but I could tell, for the first time in his false life, he was gonna lose someone close to him. "I'm sorry." His he's yelling my name, I could feel his pain from behind the glass. Everything goes black, and all I could here, feel was his scream.

My lungs fill with air as I look around. "Session complete." I look around, lying on the floor. The room was bright, and all white. It was cold, like I was in a freezer. I get up off the floor as a section in the room opens. "He must've tried to make me his own again. That means I've got to play along. Great. First, I've got to find Connor and the twins. They are my top priority right now, I'll think of the rest as I go along." I walk out of the white room into a nother room. A guard was stationed there. "Who's your father?" He asks. "Why do I need to answer you? If anything, you answer to me. Now move." He moves, I walk out of the room, room B-6, all of the mentally unstable kids come here to get things in their head fixed. Sadly, no one is here to do that for Patron, maybe then he'd think about all of this and see what he's doing is rather revolting. I look around the building trying to find my way, as I am greeted with talking. "Take good care of him. I made him for this exact purpose. I want results, Mr. PAtron, to save me from this deadly thing we have in our bodies." I look around a corner. It was a woman, with a child, as well as a paper that looks like his birth certificate. Probably to check when we come of age. Now, all I need to do is find Connor and the twins, and our birth certificates. When we leave, we'll return them to the city hall and tell them the truth about this nightmare. "Hello, Mr. D." I jump as I turn around to see Mariam, the head nurse, and my caretaker. "Oh... Hello, Mari. I was just checking to see the process of taking a child in, just in case he fails to find a solution before death." Mariam chuckles. "Do you have that little faith in your father?" I smirk. "Little isn't the half of it." She chuckles again but then goes silent. "What's wrong?" She looks away. "I was just hoping that once you took the company, you'd do something better with it. Aging is natural, and to tell you the truth, I find this entire operation idiotic and pointlessly killing innocent children. I assume you should understand my pain in watching kids like yourself go through such pain just to find out it was all a bust. Do you not feel that way?" I look down. "Mariam... I... I'm sorry you feel that way... But my dad has good intentions... And I will follow behind him however I can." She looks at me with tears in her eyes. "Oh, what's the matter, Mariam? Did my son upset you?" She shakes her head. "No sir. I am just happy he's turning fifteen today. I'm proud of him." She walks off. I look up a Patron. "Father." I almost hurl in my mouth. "Where's my experiment?" He freezes. "Your... What?"

"Am I not of age? I thought fourteen was the age I could get an experiment. Was I misunderstood?" He begins to walk. "Come. Child." I walk with him. "You had an experiment... But I killed him. Once I told him you were out, He went rogue. He was too much to handle, so I put him down. He was a dirty mutt anyway. It doesn't matter though because you had no care for him. Remember?" I try my hardest to keep from showing my sorrow. "Yeah... He, he was a pest. I just need a new patient. Are there any twins?" He shakes his head. "There were, but I killed them too. Not intentional like I did Connor, this was an accident. You may see them before they become ashes. Would you like that?"

"May I study their bodies?" He nods. "That's my son." We go to a room I have never seen before. It was unmarked, on the third floor. "I must say before I let you in, the things in here are very bloody, and you might get sick."

"I don't care. I want to see them. Is Connor in there too?" He shakes his head. "No, he's in another room. Which you may not go into. Understood?" I nod walking into the room. I look around. There are two beds with sheets. I assume that's where the twins are. I try not to cry. "Father, could you get Mariam. I need my notebook."

"Alright." I hear his footsteps fade into the distance. I take a deep breath and flip the sheet on the first bed over. It's Sarah. She was younger than her brother by three seconds. She was laying there so peacefully, part of me was glad that she was gone so that she didn't have to deal with this any longer. I felt the same for her brother, but I couldn't help but cry. I treated these two as if they were my own children. Looking at Sarah was heartbreaking. The man strangled the poor child to death. I place a gentle kiss on her forehead and cover her back up to face Sahara. Sahara was a very sweet child, his optimism is what kept his sister happy during tough times. I uncover his body revealing bloody wounds. They were still fresh. Telling by the method of murder wouldn't accurately tell the time of death, but since Sahara is less pale than Sarah, Sahara was killed after Sarah. It's a bit confusing about why they were killed on different dates, but I'll have to think about it later. I kiss Sahara and cover him back up. "I should look for father." I turn around, my heart racing, as I hear a knock on the door, but calm when I saw who it was. "Isaac? What're you doing in here?" He looks at me, then at the bed, then at me again. "I could ask you the same question, Patron?" Isaac was equal to me in his eyes, his parents work here, so he tends to come over a lot unless his mom is dismissed early. " imagine how you'd feel if I told your dad you were snooping around?"

"He let me in here." He gets closer to me. " then why were you so scared when I came in, you know, there's something you can to keep me from snitching on you, Patron." I get closer. "You're a homophobic right?" He looks at me confused. He still believes I'm a female, despite the multiple times I've tried to explain to him that I'm not. I kiss his lips, it was about three seconds before we broke off. I rummage through a draw and take out my birth certificate Andy and it to him. I leave, trying not to extend my stay. As I walk out, I hear a scream in the distance, he must've finally caught on. I hate him. I hope I get to burn him in this building as well, that slimy homophobic stupid, "racist!" I slam my room door. "I need to get out of these clothes. I change into an outfit I didn't know was in my closet. The outfit I wore before I got here. I wonder if it could still fit me? I slip into the outfit with ease, guess I didn't grow much. I put on a pair of my usual pair of boots and walk out of the room. I felt almost fearful of what Patron would think, he has an unpredictable mind. I head to my father's room, retrieving a mask on my way there. My father has a bad drinking and smoking habit, which doesn't go well with my terrible state of health. I open the door to the hall. This brings back memories. There was another door at the end, which leads to my father's room. I put the mask on my face, and walk down the hall, the door closes behind me. As I head down the hall, the air got hotter and more stuffy. I open the door to my father's room and a fog immediately comes from the room, I cough. "Father... I, uh..." He looks over at me with a frown. "Why did you do that?" I look at him, confused. " Do you know what knocking is?" He walks over to me and raises his hand. I turn my face away getting ready for the impact. A loud sound fills the room as his hand hits my face with a huge impact, I fall to the floor, the mask falling off my face. I attempt to get away holding my breath. " wait! I'm sorry, I'm just... not in my best state at the moment, and I didn't want to see myself like this, but I made it worse. Come here, come come." I pick up my mask and walk over to him. He sits me on his lap. " was does my favorite loving child need for his father?" I look over at the wall, covered in blood, just like the room in my dream. The only difference is the things mounted on his walls. " I was just wondering where you were is all." He hums "you should drink with me, have a glass." I shake my head. "My health is bad as it is, drinking will only make it worse." He looks down at my prosthetic. "Have you cleaned this thing yet?"

"When I take showers." He touches it, I pull away. "We need to reseal it. This is a specific type of material that gives when used with a specific weight, so I put a sealant on it, but sadly it washes ways after a while, luckily, I got to tell you this before it happened, but it seems as though you only had a wash or two until it fails. Get up for a second." I stand up. He goes over to a shelf and picks up a bottle. "I'll give this bottle to you, I have more in here, I'll show you how to deal with it, and then you can do it on your own. Alright?" I nod. He pulls me to a chair in his room, he pulls a lever, and the chair recline. "Just relax, it'll take a while for the sealant to dry. So until then, you're stuck with me." I'm on a time limit, I don't have time to take care of myself, but before I could say anything, he detached my leg. Even if I had to do this, I can't do it in here, I'd die from lung failure. "Father. Could we go in a room that doesn't reek of depression?" He looks up at me. "Well, I'm still drinking, and you can't walk, so... No."

"You'll be the death of me." He laughs. I didn't find it very funny. "I'm serious." He continues to chuckle. I roll my eyes. There's no reasoning with him... I guess I'll have to stay and pray I don't get worse. He finishes with my leg and sits back in his chair. "You should really drink with me, you're old enough now." I shake my head. "You're frustrating me with this. Aren't you a doctor?"

"No, not really. I'll tell you a little secret. I'm not really looking for a cure, I just want money and recognition. Funny right? That's our little secret though. Shhhhh, stay quiet." He's becoming drunk. Great, now he won't take anything seriously. "So, what if were to tell you that I'm planning on killing you."

"Then I'd adore the situation as so..." He stands up goes behind me and quickly pulls my chair, causing me to fall, hitting my head on the edge of the chair. "Ha!! You looked so terrified." He takes out a phone and takes a picture of me, frustrated. "I'm saving this for my personal benefit, you're too cute when you're mad, you look like a bunny! My little bunny baby. My baby bunny boy." I fold my arms, stuck on the floor, who knew he'd be such a pain without cutting someone open. "Real talk though, how have things been with you and Isaac? His mom said that he takes an interest in you."

"He thought I was a girl." He bursts into laughter for the third time in ten minutes. "He-he's got every right to, if you weren't my son, I'd think you were one too. Your hairs long, you're teeth are rounded, your eyes have a feminine shape, your're head shape is very smooth, your neck is pretty thin, your so skinny yet have many curves, you definitely make the cake. I bet that fall didn't hurt 'cause of all the cushions you have!" My face turns red from disgust and embarrassment. "Why are you like this father?" He continues to laugh. "So how'd you solve that misunderstanding?"

"I kissed him, then gave him my birth certificate. The results came positive, he screamed." He helps me off the floor into the chair next to his. "That's my boy. Have a drink, just one, if you don't like it, you don't have to continue." I finally give in. If I were to die, I'd at least die after a while. He pours a glass, I pick it up and gulp it all down. "Ah! It's so b-bitter." My eyes begin to get blurry, and my body gets hot. "I-I don't feel... I think... I can't... breath?" He laughs, " I-I- can't... I'm -serious." I begin to cough. "It's a normal affect. He hits my back continuously. "You knew -is but -didn't boder do dell me." I feel nauseous. I bend over and throw up a clear substance. "Guess you can't hold your licorice, expected, you're too young to be drinking, you're only what? Fifteen? You need to be at least twenty-one." I throw a shit glass at him, missing terribly. "Now aren't we violent?"

"I -ate you." He looks at me with a huge smile. "This is what I needed some time to spend with my son. Isn't this nice."

"You al-ost killed -e. Not -ice!" I guess I'm drunk too, I really don't know the feeling, but I feel different I can't even speak right. He broke me. At least time will go by faster, that stupid glue stuff is taking too long. "You should take a shower." I stare at him. "-ow am I -upo-ed to do -at?" He stares back at me for a while. "I could bathe you." At that moment something else came up, I had no idea what it was, but it was the perfect way to express my pure disgust at his comment. "I guess that's a no then?" I nod aggressively. He chuckles. Why does he find me so hilarious? I need to go to sleep. I have a head ace, what did he give me. I have analyzed every bottle of wine he has in here, non of them are too strong. My eyes begin to shut. I can't right now, I need to go to sleep.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." I open my eyes to spot Connor. "What? I thought you were dead?" He nods. "I am, and it's all your fault too." He gives me a big smile. "If you weren't so weak, maybe we could've escaped buy now, but you had to be such a setback. Don't worry though, I still love you, dispute the fact that everyone you've loved is either dead or has forgotten about you. Do you really think that freeing yourself is the best option in this situation? How pathetic. You couldn't even stand up to a kid younger than you. I can't believe I chose such a frail human being. I guess I just felt bad for you. I can't help it, I'm human too, and we have emotions." I... "you're the dead one!"

"I died because I was trying to save you. I was shot, still running, it took him a few blows to actually kill me, three I think, two to the head. Maybe I should remind you." He places his hand I'm mine. I pass out, waking up in a white room. What am I doing here? What are any of us doing here really? That's a question I used to ask my mom, she would always say that were servants in this world, were born, we live, then we die, where we go from there really depends on the way we lived our lives here on earth. Most days I wished I was born and then killed, without a chance to speak, or even breathe. That option would've been better for me. As I look over I see Connor, he's bleeding. I run over to him, but it wasn't me, I guess I'm just spectating. "Connor!!! Connor! Break the glass, break the glass!" He just looks at me as I bang on the glass and smiles. His head hits the ground bleeding, he's still alive. "Connor! Run! Get out! Save yourself, I'm useless, I'll only weigh you down please run, hide, do something, don't just lay there you idiot!!!" Tears flow down my face as if I were a landscape with two waterfalls. His head explodes, leaving blood, brains, and his eyes splattered all over the wall. "CONNOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!" My voice cracked. It cracked for the first time crying over someone. "I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry. That should have been me." Patron walks up to him cutting the tail out of Connor, ripping his spine out, crushing him under his feet. Laughing. I bang on the glass, crying. "what's wrong with you?" He just looks at me. "why?" He walks off. "Process beginning." The glass fades white. "Connor... I'm sorry... I love you..." I jolt up out of my bed, breathing heavily. My leg was back on, l quickly put on my shoes and rush to the bottom floor, past Mariam, past Issac, past all the guards, past all the children. I spot my patron speaking with someone. "You tortured him! You killed him and ripped his spin out of his body and you exploded his head with a bullet and you cut his tail out of his body, you did more than kill him you completely destroyed him!!!!" He looks at me in confusion.

I do not belong to you! You tried to brainwash me for the second time, but you completely destroyed Connor's body! How dare you insult me in the many ways you have! I can ruin your life you know that. I can tell the world that you're just a fake who wanted money and recognition because he's too lazy to do something that is actually worth recognizing you... you... you good for nothing brain rotting pointless excuse of a doctor." He just laughs and looks at me. "I'll be right back. He pulls me to the side. "What're you talking about? You don't know a thing!"

"I know everything, that's why I had numbers, that's why Connor and I were so close, that's why I never liked you, that's why all of this is happening because you miscalculated like the idiot you are." He still looks at me confused. "Maybe this will help bring your memory back. I won't stop calling you an idiot until you learn the answer to 6x5 you idiot!" His eyes widen. He pulls me towards one of the rooms, I hit his hand, my hair flying everywhere. "Let me go!" He continues to drag me. "Josh put him in a white suit. We need to redo the session. I fight the whole way, they call for back up as I try my hardest to get free. They throw me in the white room. "Record this." A camera comes from the ceiling recording me. I don't care, I continue to bang on the walls, stomping, screaming. "Dear children, this is what happens to those who come out of line." Everyone was watching, David, Isaac, the nurses, the guards, the children, everyone. I yell one last time, before falling out on the floor, banging my head. "No, no, no... I ah, I need to get out, I promised, I promised... AAAAHGH! I HOPE YOU BURN IN A PIT!"

"Session beginning." The room begins to freeze. It was getting cold. My body stops moving and at some point, I was out. What am I even doing? Why am I here? My father would tell me that I'm here as a servant, we're born, we live and we die, where we go is determined by the life we lived here on earth, I guess he's right. My eyes open. "Session complete." I was cold. My eyes were blurry, but when I opened them. Father was standing in front of me. "Good morning... Father-"

Fin~

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