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The doors opened and I pushed him out. He didn’t even ask where I was taking him. Perhaps he thought I was killing him. His mind running through all those mental goodbyes to whoever he thought he loved. I smiled a bit when I tore off the laundry facility door and yanked him inside. Because I was bringing him back to life. I didn’t even unscrew the vent. I just grabbed and pulled. I heard the screws scatter across the floor. “Up. Now!” He nodded and began to climb into the shaft. I crawled in after and shouted out his turns. He did as I said. He reached the vent cover. “Go inside.” His torso went first and I heard his body smack the ground. I heard Sherman shout but I got through before any action happened. “Charlie! What’s going on?” Sherman had on medical covering from hair to foot. His …show more content…

You’re going to be a dad soon. And they need you to embrace them. To love them. To protect them.” Freddie started crying. His teeth grinded together and he began rocking. Spilling out more number sequences. The pathways were opening. His memories were flooding in. “You didn’t suffer alone. Evie was there. She made sure Ella survived and your children were safe.” It took all I had to keep my emotions directed at him and not on Evelyn. “And your rebirth will not be alone.” His eyes shot to me for the first time since I beat him. He sought forgiveness. Reassurance. And I would give it to him in this moment. Whether it was truth or not. “I’m here. Ella needs you right now. Look at her. She is right there. All you need is to choose. Leader Adams or Freddie?” He whispered it out and I exhaled. Freddie. He was here now. Leader Adams didn’t exist anymore and this Freddie seemed sane. All I had to do was show him his souls. In the end, Ella saved him. His babies gave him the strength. Hopefully, I would get the chance to do the same. “I’m so sorry, Charlie,” Freddie cried out. “I tried to stop my impulse to arrest her. I screamed it. He was just stronger than

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