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Weird.

Chris's father, he would say, was not the type to care for his own very child, his own flesh and blood.

He was prideful and ignorant. like a cloud, he was bound to nothing. He moves freely with his own pace. He thinks and do something not for anyone else, but for himself.

Every day, he would spent his time walking around, back and forward, in the hallway like a mad man. His pace would slightly getting faster if he was stressed out. When Chris and him passed each other, he was always muttering ( more like chanting ) something with a stern look on his eyes. If looks could kill people, than Chris would have been already died everytime he saw his father. He just continued to walk out without bother to reply to his own son greetings.

He could always be seen holding a stack of papers or files. He never really cared for his messy appearence as long as his white lab coat hanging loosely on his shoulder. On the days where Chris and him could eat together, The older man would only asked Chris how was his day and instantly, Chris would reply with words such as great or okay.

Chris feels like a broken record everytime he hears that question, but if he was to be honest, there's nothing else to say to keep the conversation going. Even if he started talking something else, like how good his grades were or how he got a new friend recently, his father would only keep munching his food and fully turn his attention to his work.

His father works as a scientist.

A well-known to be exacted.

Alan started being famous 5 years ago, ever since he announced his creation, a power that manage to hold the entire electricity in city. He was succeed and be deemed as the saviour in the 21st century.

The media immedietly went uproar after that, all of the newspaper covers only contains of him. He was also revealed that he would started a new project soon, in result making everyone cheer and anticipate with so much excitement.

Everytime Alan went outside, everyone's attention suddenly perked up, and they would gladly followed him like a baby duck to their mother, crowding  to ask something regarding his new invention, or just made a small talk that followed with words of praise and appreciation.

Judging from the looks, Alan was slightly flabbergasted with all of the sweet things that coming from their mouth, but he showed nothing. He was uncomfortable, but not rejecting their affection.

Chris was not jealous

maybe some other kids thought that he should be grateful to have an important figure or adults might wonder that will he forever be in his father shadow, covered in his glory footsteps. Chris didn't care what they said.

Ever since Chris's mom died, Alan always kept silent, working hard until he passed out. He gave up everything but his work in order to be free from his nightmare and without no doubt, his fruit of his own labour works paid after, even if he had to abandon and neglect his own son.

But now, something didn't seem to be right or out of place with his father's behaviours.

He became care. Too much.

Chris sighed for the umpteenth time while he was sitting on the sofa at the living room. He could only stared at the airing show that he had long forgotten. He zoned out for a little bit until he felt that his head being poked by something hard but flat. It turned out to be his father's works.

"What's wrong son? You've been doing nothin but made such a sour face." Alan said softly, his lip curved up into a small smile. Something that he has never seen before. Chris wanted to puke at that moment. He didn't know what to say or to feel.

He sometimes imagined what would his father do if he cares even for a little to him, but not like this. He would not be shivering or felt a little nausea if this so called affection were real.

"Nothing, just some school's problem I guessed." Chris replied and continue to look at the tv. Feeling afraid to face or even looked at his father's eye. Alan didn't said anything either. After around a minutes of silent, he just patted Chris hair softly before walking out of the place.

"Well, if you need anything from me, you could talk to me immedietly, I'll be there for you." Was the last thing he said before his figures vanished completely from the room.

"Sure."Chris answered even if he knew his father wouldn't have heard it.

Night fell quickly and his father didn't even came to eat his dinner. Another one of the anomaly that he had to bear. Alan, would have never, Chris repeated, missed out his dinner.

Chris cursed, probably gave up to know what was in his father head and in return, searched for his father whereabout. Mostly he deduced he would find him in his lab, a place that he was banned to entered. His father always been strict when it comes to his job. Saying such an immature brat like Chris didn't deserve to look inside the lab, where Alan dedication and hardwork reside.

He almost reached the lab when he again noticed, that the door was slightly opened, and with enough incuriosity, he stepped out only to see something that he shouldn't imagine.

There were many tubes with bodies inside. They were also attached to some kind of cable into a weird machine beside it.

But what he couldn't possibly expected that he discovered his own father, drenched in his possibly own blood, laying in one of the nearest tube from the door of the lab.

Chris realized.

That his life is in danger now.

Because if his father have already been dead, than who was he?

He wanted to get out of here fast.

but he was to late.

"Well well. I would have not expected to be discovered by my creator's son, but if that was the case, Why don't you join him in afterlife?"

Chris should have realized back then that nothing could come out good from his father's work after all.

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