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Trish Domini, a good woman and greater woman of science, could not have anticipated her fate when she stepped inside her lab with her young son trailing behind her.
"Feo, do be a dear and grab mumsie her samples, they're in the back- Oh but do be careful not to touch anything!" Trish, so young, shouted with a clear and high voice, instructing her son.
"Yeah mum," He replied heading into the back room, not knowing that his mother's directions were to save his life.
In the time that he was poking around in the backroom, his father had entered the lab and taken a gun to his mother.
"You lied to me Trish! I trusted you!" He shouted, so loud his voice boomed around the empty floor and Feo heard clearly, then he cocked his gun aiming at the frightened woman's chest.
"I could never lie to you so why would I start now! Put the gun down Tom!" Trish replied in her own shaky shout, her finger gripping a table and her knuckles going from their normal deep tan to a more white color.
"I want the truth! Where is experiment x! Tell me!" Feo's father shouted, his eyes ablaze with anger.
"If I tell you, you'll destroy it!" She replied, a shake and shiver coming to her as the man stepped toward her.
"Its a failed experiment of course I'll have to destroy it you stupid cow!" He replied, much of what he said after that was lost in the sound of three gun shots.
Feo, in the back room, cringed at all of them. Then waited, he wanted to see his mother despite his knowing her to be dead. In the main lab, his father crashed his gun into beakers and test-tubes, he overturned racks and threw down vile chemicals all around the room. Then, as he left he threw a match into the room setting the lab on fire.
Trish feebly raised her head from the pool of blood she was lying in. Feo ran to his mother, not caring that the room burned around him, or that the flames drew nearer with every passing moment. She whispered her last words to him and pushed him into a nearby fire proof cub-board which had before contained vile chemicals. Shutting the door, she collapsed and was taken over by fire her dying thoughts were prayers for the safety of her son.
Feo, inside of the cub-board, cried and screamed as the fires of hate englufed the room he so loved and the person he so loved as well. In time, he cried himself to sleep and awoke to find the door open and ash falling from the burned ceiling. His mother's body was no where around, it had burned to ash and joined what ash piles covered the floor. His forehead hurt, as did his nose and as he reached to touch them bits of ash, dried blood and burnt skin fell into his waiting palm. He alone had survived the fire, but he forever paid the price in blood ever since a scar has graced his brow in the shape of a burn and the color of ash. In the pocket of his overalls was one vial of samples, completely untouched by the flames and glowing with life. He kept it there and hid it from his fathers prying eyes.