Pitbabe S2, Chapter 35 pg 10
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 35 pg 10
“Don’t cry now,” Babe said urgently. “There’s no time for tears. Save it for home.”
“Okay… I’ll hold it in,” I took a deep breath, trying my hardest to suppress the tears, knowing full well that in just a few seconds, time would start moving again.
“There, there, Phii Babe’s good boy,” Phii Babe teased, giving me that affectionate look again. He pouted as if he might cry too (though I knew he wouldn’t), then cupped my face with both hands and planted a quick kiss on my lips as a gesture of comfort. “Hang in there a bit longer. It’s almost over.”
“Almost over.”
I repeated his words, feeling a lightness in my heart.
“Yeah… almost over.”
Babe ruffled my hair one last time before darting back to lie face-down under the frozen bodies of the guards. He twisted left and right, trying to reposition himself as close as possible to his original pose. Just a few seconds later, everything snapped back into motion.
The sense-dissolving drug, disguised as a sense-enhancing one, was injected into my body. The sensation was different from the previous versions I’d tested. There was no agonizing pain as the drug entered; instead, it felt relaxing, making my body feel so light it was as if I could float into the air.
Something I’d been carrying all this time… it was gone.
“Damn Babe!”
Hit hard by the truth, Tony lost it, as you could see. He spun around, looking for a weapon to deal with Babe, until he spotted a gun lying nearby. He reached for it, aiming right at Babe’s forehead.
Crash!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
So much happened in just a few seconds. As Tony was about to pull the trigger, the tightly shut door was smashed open by a group of people, followed by more gunshots. Every bullet hit Tony’s temple with pinpoint accuracy.
“I told you I’d kill you.”
Those shots came from the barrel of Dr. Chris, the most accurate shooter I’ve ever met.
“Charlie!”
Jeff rushed toward me, his relieved expression making me feel relieved too. He tapped a card he was holding against the back of the chair, and an unlocking sound rang out. All the restraints that had held me so tightly loosened.
“I thought my heart would stop,” Jeff muttered after hugging me tightly. “How many more times will we risk our lives?”
“Probably not many more,” I replied, not too seriously, while glancing around.
Tony’s bodyguards were scattered on the floor, and Tony himself had collapsed in a pool of blood. But it seemed Dr. Chris wasn’t letting him off easily. He was tying Tony’s hands and feet with rope, so focused I didn’t dare interrupt.
“Survived another round, you glasses-wearing nerd.”
That was Phii Alan’s first remark. He walked over, hugged me, patted my back like an elder giving a blessing, then stepped back. His proud smile still carried a faint trace of guilt, even though the events that caused that guilt were long over.
It ended that day, when I went to his house about the missing drug sample. Before I could even bring it up, he rushed to hug me, then broke down crying and confessed everything.
“I’m sorry, Charlie. I really thought about betraying you. I didn’t want to be ordinary. I wanted to be like you guys. Tony said he could help me, so I…”
Tony took advantage of Phii Alan’s moment of weakness, sending Winner to offer him a deal to be a mole. At the time, Phii Alan was deeply torn—on one side was me, his little brother, and on the other was his own inner conflict, ready to explode.
He genuinely considered following Tony’s orders, being a spy, a worm sabotaging my every step. But because he’s Phii Alan, the kind big brother to all his younger siblings, he couldn’t bring himself to do those awful things and chose to confess to me, even though I hadn’t suspected him at all.
Which means I was right, wasn’t I?
“It’s over,” Babe said, walking toward me. His face showed the most relief I’d ever seen, but he also looked so exhausted that I couldn’t help pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s really over, Charlie…”
“Alright, it’s over,” I said, hugging him tightly, kissing the soft hair I’d missed so much over and over, with just as much relief. “Thank you, and I’m sorry… for everything.”
“It’s okay.”
Babe kept saying that same phrase.
The same words he’d given me countless times before.
“As long as you’re safe, that’s enough.”
He was so good at saying “it’s okay” that I couldn’t help but wonder if, after this, he’d still be able to keep saying it.
“Uh… sorry to interrupt,” just a few seconds into my hug with Babe, the blood-stained doctor tapped my shoulder, speaking with a calm expression. “I know you two love each other, but could you take it outside? We’ve still got work to do in here, and, well… the scene’s probably not that pleasant to look at.”
Dr. Chris glanced at Tony’s body lying motionless on the floor, hands and feet bound, mouth tightly gagged. Honestly, I still didn’t quite understand why they’d done that, but since Babe nodded and pulled my hand to follow him, I figured now wasn’t the time to ask. Me, Babe, Phii Alan, and Jeff walked out of the room. Phii Alan closed the door behind us, then took Jeff’s hand and said, “Let’s get out of here.”
The room was left with just Dr. Chris and a dozen lifeless bodies, and I had no idea what he did with them next. The only thing I remembered was the image of the doctor walking out of the mansion empty-handed, his body drenched in blood and reeking of a nauseating metallic smell, yet his face was adorned with a wide, radiant smile, as bright as the morning sky that day.
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