Double Life: monster

A/N: it´s Nov 30 and I have two posts ready to be published, never in this blog´s history that has happened!!! I wonder what´s going on with this, now... perhaps because for the next month I wont be doing much due to paperwork I have to complete for work.... sigh... I wanted to have finished this story by December 10th... I guess Iwont make it... 

ah, more mysteries solved... hahaha I consider this one to be the peak of this story -I imagine stories like some kind of mountain/summit hahaha
oh! Saku, you were asking the other day -quite in a passionate way, I think (which was great)- what was certain character doing in this story if he was being treated a certain way -that you seemed to dislike a lot-... well, here it is, what I didn´t say then, I hope this one answers that question

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I hope I hadnt used this one before... I think it´s perfect for this one. Saku, thank you for showing it to me ^^

Alexander and I had a little theory that proved to be correct, you only got sick if the cause was inserted in your blood stream by some kind of wound that stayed exposed, but you wouldn´t die of that, you seemed on the verge of it but after careful study we saw your body sort of shut off as if to focus all its energy in getting rid of the illness, of course, you were and I suspect are vulnerable in the times you are about to shut off but we knew with training you wouldn´t get to that.

I bet you´re wondering if we made you sick, well, yes, we did, guess who did the punctures. Nati, she made them and then she tended them, you were so naïve, always forgave her. This little information, how to make you sick, besides helping us with the vaccine issue, helped us to convince your mom to give us another child, she said “when Nicky turns five”. We took care of her, she was our great hope and it seemed that we were on our way to success again, another baby and a little girl who was the culmination of our dream, it was great until tragedy happened.  

Nichole was thinking once again in the book, on what she´d read, she´d known since she got it that it couldn´t be good but it was worse than what she thought. She´d had the black notebook for a while and she´d carried it but she knew she´d been scared to find out, something inside had told her not to read it, to keep that double life, to be the monster a little bit more for the sake of the girl, the student, the friend, the artist but that day in the park, when another promise had been broken her anger had taken over her, it felt almost like it had a life of its own, wanting to be read.

A lot had happened since then, a lot and not much, she´d been running away, she´d been angry at Nat, she´d been worried about josh, she´d been let the monster take all her worries away. It had been hard to get the courage to read Ibsen´s story, her own story but once this was done, once she´d read the first part, she´d read all the way, over and over, the same, not finding courage enough to finish reading the part about the tragedy. She´d gone away again and again but she´d hid the notebook from herself, she´d been scared of it but she had to, she had to finish it, she had to know.

Did you notice how I´ve mentioned a couple of names here and there? Besides Nati and your puppeteer father you should pay attention to Alexander. By the time you read this I´ll be dead by your hand but he´ll be well and alive. If you were to look at our relationship from the outside, we´re in good terms, all his family thinks of me as a friend but that is not true. I have a grudge against him. I´ll even tell you later where to find him but don´t worry he thinks we´re fine, he and I, I needed to be close to him to be able to inform you, to tell you more about him, or at least what matters. Now, my once perfect child, I will tell you why, me, his most loyal friend is against him.

It was a sunny afternoon when Alexander received a phone call, you were being trained. We had agreed that some ballet would benefit you; you danced so beautifully, he and I were watching you when he answered the phone. His face lost all its color; he was pale so suddenly that I was worried.

He´d received the news that his little grandson had an accident. You see, Alexander has four children, the ones that he calls his, two of his first wife, that he adored, his pride and eldest: Erick and Angela and two of his second wife: Eleanor and Alan. He´s like a lion protecting his kids and he adores his grandchildren specially Erick´s.

Alexander was shocked by the news that Erick´s son had fallen into the pool… long story short, the boy had practically died; his heart was failing, stopping. Alex urged them to bring him to Redwood Larch hospital, our hospital, in the meantime he started to pace our lab, his face contorted, and his eyes focused somewhere far. In the time it took the ambulance to get to the hospital, not even five minutes, he had made a plan that would destroy our project, our perfect child and in the end our lives.

He had planned to use you, he was convinced it would work, if he could only make the little boy´s heart beat again, he was convinced your ability to heal, the larger flow of oxygen in your blood and your amazing immune system would fix the boy´s brain and possible damaged organs. I tried to convince him that we had no way of knowing that, that we hadn´t done that big advance in the vaccines or other experiments related to regenerate organs. I told him that we had never tried anything so big, that he could compromise your life, that the boy was already dead but he was determined, he barked his orders to Nati and the rest. As the boy was rushed downstairs to our safe lab you were being hastily prepared.

It was such a sad scene, the man was desperate. If the water hadn´t hurt the boy´s heart and lungs, Alexander would have fried his little heart with how he tried to make his heart beat, he tried until I though he was going to give up, he didn’t and in a frenzy he made you take all the strain. You had to be the boy, you had to heal and revive the boy. I could say that at some point you had two beating hearts, both your chests cut open. Nati was in charge to make up an excuse so that your parents were calm, they saw you through a camera or so they thought, Nati was a computer genius. She made a great job.

A few hours later after the boy was connected to you, what we knew happened, your body shut off but it was like never before. You barely had brain activity. I was so angry; I was convinced Alexander had killed our perfect child for a dead body. Twenty four hours later we noticed the boy had started to have some brain activity, another twenty four hours later it was in synchrony with yours. It was lower than a living person when you were shut down like that, it made me worried but this made Alexander relieved, I was skeptic, Sarah hoped and Nati prayed with your parents in the chapel, many stories above our lab.

It took over a week for your body to go back to somewhat normalcy and for it to make the boy from dead to comatose. After over two weeks, his heart could beat on its own, you were truly one with him back then, like one body, your blood went in your organs and then to him and back to you, like some sort of cleansing machine. On the third week after this you opened your eyes, you looked so pale, but I was relieved and eager for the boy to be taken away from you but Alexander barked again that we should observe how much you could do, you were more than perfect he said and he got me there though I knew he Just wished his comatose kid to wake up and he did, you did that, my perfect Nicky.

After about eight weeks the boy woke up, he opened his eyes and after a couple of weeks he breathed on his own, you were free from him then but still kept close. You were the first person he saw, next to him, all pale, crying to be let out, you missed your parents. I think you were scared of him too, he had been so cold all the time, he had looked dead because he was until you brought him back.

A week later, you were fine, you were left alone to go to your family, they were happy and so were the rest of us. You, our project, our precious child had almost literally beat death, only Alexander was worried, his little boy was broken, his body, most of his functions were fine but he´d been reduced to something less than a baby, no memories, no control over his limbs, mouth, nothing. He didn´t talk, his eyes didn´t seem completely lost but most of the times they were focused on nothing. The boy was no longer a boy.

Alexander had another one of his ideas:  if you could beat death you could teach his brain, it was crazy but somehow less dangerous. I won’t get into detail, computers were filled with data on that, for this small notebook to make it justice or for you to completely get it in one go, even with your impressive brain but I´ll tell you that the information on your brain made up his new information too, all that you knew, how to talk, how to smile, how to move, how to recognize sounds and places…everything.

You had to go over all that you had learned so that his brain made that connection too, of course your body and mind were superior so that he couldn´t exactly solve a second grader problem with just you doing it but he soon recovered his speech, the ability to gain more words, to make sense of them, poor boy though, that made him recognize what nightmares were and because you were attached you had them too. I wonder if you ever remember them, it´s likely that you don’t, your brain would protect itself from that, you probably don’t remember how painful to bring him back was and how to make him function was, how his nightmares frightened you at first. The boy would wake up and cry in pain as he had these nightmares, he woke you up. After a while you did recognize they were not real and how perfect you were that you found out how to calm him without words. “I only tell him he´s next to me now” you explained Sarah when she asked you how you did it “I think good thought” you smiled proudly.

This new part, you teaching his brain, started with a week, a full week of you two attached to the other, then we let you rest and him practice, he was so weak and you kept being his cleansing machine so many times in the next months. Alexander was right, you did make him better. After a while you both left yet you both came back, Alexander was determined that you made the kid back to how he was but when the boy started to talk of “the little girl” to his family Alexander decided to put you two in different rooms, a glass and a blind between you. You were so fond of him “The little boy is crying” you´d say to Nati, she calmed you but when she left you moved the blinds and touched your little hand to the glass, your face tear-stained for him.

Almost a year went by, you turned six and by that time I noticed you were not learning as fast as before, I blamed and still blame the boy. This time I was firm and didn’t let Alexander keep using you, you had made the kid quite well already so he agreed, besides, the boy kept asking for the little girl that no one saw or so his grandpa made his parents and the boy believe.

Time went by, I was stupid to think the boy wouldn´t have a toll on you, you´d been too long with him, you´d done too much. I never had time to study the small changes it caused on your DNA, it was too big of a search… it  all crashed against us when you started to get sick  out of nowhere, you were weak and we didn’t know what was wrong. Alex and I argued all the time because of you always getting sick. That year was a long year, it was either Miriam or you that were inexplicably sick, every test negative and then the other assistants kept losing the babies or did something stupid to compromise them and then the final blow: something strange happened, your nurse fell as she draw blood from you, a heart attack.

 We didn’t know back then but that was the first person you killed, one of us died that way too, an assistant and one of the almost ready to be born babies too. Back then Sarah, Nati and myself didn´t die. It was some intermittent thing you had, you touch seemed to transfers too much electricity that hearts couldn´t handle or you took the energy and the same happened. There was no way to stop it. Alexander seemed at a loss too, no brilliant ideas this time, we fought so very loudly about this. You were healthy but wouldn’t let anyone live and we couldn´t keep you for long in the lab, your parents were picking you up, I didn’t want that if we lost Miriam, we lost our chance. Karl´s birthday was in a month, the news of another child already in her was going to be his birthday present.

“Nicky´s stressed, let her go home” Alex said, he theorized that had been why me, Sarah and Nati hadn´t suffered the destiny of the nurse, assistant and Paul. You went and came back; Miriam was fine after that week. Alex wore a smirk that I wanted to slap off of his face. We hadn’t figured out how to keep you from touching and killing people. We sent you home again convinced it´d help you not to be stressed in the lab. I was reluctant of it. I should´ve listened to my heart. That week we lost Miriam and the perfect little one she carried and after that we lost it all. Karl moved you out of the town. We tried to convince him to come back or to give you to us but he wouldn´t come back or give you up “she´s so much like Miriam” he repeated over and over.