Chapter 22

Kit and Will find out the truth.

The rain drenched the backs of Kit and Will as the two of them quietly made there way down the street toward Marshall’s house. Their muddy boots splashed against the water-soaked pavement. The only source of light was from the moon, barely visible behind the swollen darkened clouds. By the time they made it to the laboratories cellar door, they were dripping and soggy. Quietly the two walked down the steps and into the lab. Kit reached into his jacket and pulled out a pocket flashlight, that lit up the workshop in front of them. They began to rummage through the cabinets and desk. Kit made his way to the freezer, the light from inside was bright as he opened the door.

                “Toss me the flashlight.” Whispered Will, as he swept the counters. Kit softly threw him the light and proceeded to look through the blood and bone marrow samples in the freezer. Each veil labeled as C.H. Sample with a date scribbled on it, one for every day they had been in the lab, but nothing stood out to him as he raked the shelves. He pulled open the draws, each full of rows of bone marrow samples. He pulled on the last drawer, but it would not budge.

                “Will,” Kit whispered over, “we need to find a key, there is a locked drawer in here.” With a nod Will began searching vigorously for the key. He made his way around the room, looking through drawer after drawer, but found nothing. Finally, he made his way to Marshall’s desk, files and microscopes decorated the tabletop, but no key to be found anywhere.

                “Find it?” Kit asked aggressively, Will shot him a frustrated glance.

                “Does it look like I found it?” He shook the flashlight angrily. Kit walked over,

                “Give me the light, I’ll look.” He yanked the flashlight combatively, knocking over one of the microscopes sitting on Marshall’s desk, breaking it. “S**t.” He cursed, bending down to inspect the damage.

                “See, if you weren’t so mean, maybe you wouldn’t have broken that.” Will said, crossing his arms. Kit inspected the broken glass and with a smile he pulled the key from a hollow compartment within the broken scope.

                “You were saying.” He shook the key at Will, now looking bewildered.

                “It’s still broken.” He whispered, pointed at the lenses that covered the floor. Kit ignored him and walked back over to the fridge, opening the locked drawer. Three veils and a folder wrapped securely in a plastic zip-lock bag were all that lay in the locked drawer. Kit plucked up one of the veils labeled, IM-CH Serum I. Unsure of what it meant he set it back down and pulled out the folder from the side of the drawer. He flipped through several pages.

                “What does it say?” Will whispered, peering over Kit’s shoulder.

                “I don’t know, I can’t read formulas.” He flipped threw several more pages until he stumbled upon some legible dialogue.

    

Experiment IM-CH Serum I

Extraction of bone marrow from Subject CH was successful. Through further analysis, Subject CH has proven usefulness in creation of the IM Serum.

Formula 0.2 was successfully calculated to expedite cell cycle progression. Formulas 0.3 & 0.4 with noteworthy successes in creating preservation of cells allowing blockage in growth of cell membrane.

After injection into host immediate results were found.

TESTS

IM-CH Serum I was injected into host through vain in left arm.

First test conducted of skin tear on left index finger.

Heal time- 1.4 seconds total.

Second test conducted of laceration to left palm.

Heal time- 4.7 seconds total.

Third Test conducted of fracture to left metacarpal shaft.

Heal time- 7.9 seconds total.

Final analysis of IM-CH Serum I:

SUCCESSFUL

                The two looked at each other, not quite sure what the other was thinking.

                “He’s been lying to her just like I thought.” Kit said finally, shoving the documents back into the freezer and locking the door. “Let’s get out of here before we get caught.” Toe to toe the two made there way out of the lab and back into the night. The rain now just at a light drizzle. They remained quiet until they got back to the house, but it was Will who spoke.

                “Who do you think he was testing it on?” Kit pushed the door open and the two stepped into the foyer.

                “Himself,” Kit said finally after shutting the door tightly behind them, “who else do you think?” Kit pulled off his dripping jacket and through it next to Cress’ on the floor. “That b*****d has been lying and only keeping us here so that he can create more immortals like Cress.” Anger and frustration weld up inside Kit as he through himself down on the couch. “I knew we should have left when we had the chance.” Will sat down next to Kit.

                “We’ve got to tell her,” Will said, “and by ‘we’ I mean you.” Kit sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. Slowly he got up from the couch and made his way down the hall, stopping just outside of Cress’s door. He opened the door slightly, expecting to find Cress awake and reading, but instead she lay asleep, the book open on her chest. The candlelight flickered off her face, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. Kit sat down gently next to her on the bed as not to wake her. All he could do was stare at her tranquility. Her hair lay sprawled out around her, slightly covering her face. One hand still lay on the book that laid facedown on her chest, the other at her side.

                Kit plucked the book lightly from her hand and placed it on the side table. Then he slowly tucked her hair behind her ear, waking her slightly, but his hand still lingered there on her cheek.

                “Kit?” she said sluggishly, her eyes still slightly closed.

                “Cress, I know I told you that you didn’t need to worry about anything tonight,” he said, pulling his arm back from her cheek and resting it next to her, “but I need to tell you something.” Cress shifted, trying to sit up a little, shaking the tiredness from her face.

                “What is it?” she said, her once peaceful face now in a state of worry. The sense of guilt swept over Kit like a wave, this could have waited until morning.

                “I,” he began but couldn’t get the words out, “you know what, it can wait. Go back to sleep.” He began to get up from the bed, but Cress grabbed at him.    

                “If this is what I think it’s about,” she said, “it’s okay. I understand.” Kit was confused, but in a sense, he knew what she was saying.

                “No, Cress.” He sighed, “This is about Marshall.” Her eyes opened, and her face fell from the soft worry, now serious and eager.

                “What about him?”