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~1~ I’m Not Dead Yet

(Angel’s POV)

“He’s dying.”

Two words I did not want to hear about my brother, Devin.

“What the h3ll do you mean he’s dying?” I asked Chief Rivers through the phone.

“It’s the Drug,” he said with a cough. Of course it is.

Ever since he gave that stupid Drug to four people—including himself—things drastically changed when it gave them all super powers. It wasn’t all bad. I mean, the basis of that Drug was the cure for diabetes. It hasn’t been distributed to the public, but so far research was good…well at least that’s what Devi’s been telling me from Harvard during my senior year.

But just like the year when the Drug was “being tested”, this past year may have topped the cake.

***

“Tell me you’re kidding,” I said seriously to Devin once I made it to Massachusetts. The only way I got there in one day was because I was in Rhode Island, already planning out my summer before college. Well, I guess it’ll be spend sitting at Devin’s bedside.

Not just sitting at his bedside, but sitting at his bedside while he was “dying” and yet still managed to be writing something down in his stupid little journal after adding drops of something to his sucky hospital food.

“Devin!” I addressed. He looked over to me with his gray eyes that seemed grayer than ever before. “What the h3ll is wrong with you?”

“The Drug’s supernatural effect has taken a toll on my body,” he stated, putting his journal and pen down.

“Meaning?” I asked.

“Meaning, because I didn’t have weaknesses and strengths for the trigger like the others, it was basically on its way to feeding off of my nervous system,” he hissed as if I was supposed to know all of this.

“So you’re not dying. You’re just in a previous stature to going crazy,” I assumed. He gave me an irritated look and all I did was smile. He rolled his eyes and continued to eat. I sat down on his bed and looked around. “Where’s Rivers or anyone?”

“I asked him to leave me alone for the day,” he said. I gestured around the situation.

“Why!?”

“Because I need you, and only you to do me a favor,” he said calmly.

“A favor that a chief of police or super geniuses can’t do? Hah! Yeah right. Very funny, Devin,” I replied in a snort-filled laugh.

“I need you to do something so I don’t die here, Angel. Be mature,” he said. Whatever.

“If there’s a cure for you, why can’t you do it yourself?” I asked.

“Because obviously I’m trying to avoid being a lab rat,” he gestured the monitors and sh!t.

“You already are a lab rat,” I reminded. Ever since he told about his few malfunctions with the creation of the diabetes cure…it’s just everyone’s luck that he didn’t release the names of the tested humans, even though he and I knew perfectly who they were.

“Oh, alright, then let me put it this way,” he started over. “I don’t want to end up like a frog in a high school biology lab!”

“Fine!” I responded. “Just tell me what to do and how much time will I have for this?”

“Three months…if done haste fully,” he answered. Great. There goes my summer. I sighed.

“Devin,” I whined.

“It’s simple really,” he insisted. “I just need you do this little thing for me. In the mean time, I’ll find some way to rig this sh!t they have me attached to so I can go back home—home being the lab, so I can cure myself.”

“What do I do?” I reluctantly asked.

“I need you to find a few people,” he said nervously. Oh alright. I thought he was going to have me mix chemicals and go on some quest for ingredients or something that I surely knew I would explode with.

“Who?”

He handed me a journal that was beneath his pillows. I separated three separate files with different names on the tabs.

Brian Hart. Joseph Edwards. And…Zachariah Tyler.

Great. My summer was officially ruined.

***

Brian wasn’t even in the country, so he’d be the last to track down. Why? Oh because he had a fancy for studying plants and sh!t for medicines. Go figure right? Last time I talked to him, he was in South America from two weeks before Graduation, which was a week ago.

Joey would be hard to reach also. He was pretty famous. In college, he joined the swim team—just like I planned on doing, and was the best—no surprise. He lives down in Florida and I’m sure that he wouldn’t talk to me so casually as Brian does once in a while. I haven’t talked to Joey since he left for college…actually, before then. He lied to me about something I cared about, so he didn’t deserve me to talk to him.

That’s all I felt towards him and I guess he got the picture, although I can understand someone shunning me because Zac and I haven’t talked since his second week of being away to wherever he is. He doesn’t have his phone. He doesn’t have a computer. And apparently he doesn’t have enough care in the world to contact me again. The last time we spoke, he said we wouldn’t be able to speak again. Sure, there was a hint of doubt in his voice and a female voice off in the distance, but I thought nothing of it. He wasn’t “breaking up” with me because we weren’t even going out. It just…hurt because I loved him and thought he might have loved me back.

Joey hated him because he had my heart. Zac hated him for my heart being with Joey for a short time. Brian was just in between of being civil with everyone.

Joining everyone together wasn’t going to be easy. If only “easy” didn’t mean causing World War III.