Okay, now this is my first angst and my first one-shot. (Not my first story.) I don't read angst much so hopefully I did it right. So how do I lead in . . . um, enjoy?

Pain; I don't feel it anymore. Death; my second dose is edging closer to me. Strange how I'm the one going all through this when it's really their fault isn't it?

And, here I am, strapped down to the examination table, enduring what I feared the most; being tortured by my own parents. Yes, they have finally caught me and I've been in here for a week now. Which makes me wonder . . . where's Sam . . . where's Tucker? Jazz? Clockwork? Why bother? They don't care. They never did. They never cared that I could have been killed even earlier. The betrayal stings me.

At this moment, no one but me and my thoughts were in here. I lay here, weak and at my most vulnerable. I can't even move at my head. I'm stuck looking at the clock, and as every minute passes, I feel weaker. I barely have enough strength to keep me from changing back. One more fatal blast, one more intense surge of pain and my secret's out. I'm covered in my own ectoplasm, which kept dripping and mixing with my blood from the gashes they gave. I'm wondering how they couldn't see it. It's perfectly noticeable, but yet, they didn't notice at all.

And, still, I heard the door of the lab open and the footsteps that came after. I did my best to look at them, but even with the small success, I couldn't. They stuck to the shadows of the room, but I can still make out their figures, especially my dad's bulky one.

"Ah, awake I see. It's surprising that you even are," I hear my father speak.

Then an immense wave of electricity shot through me, but I was so weak I couldn't scream. All I only let out was a faint squeak. It was only a matter of time before I change.

"Now, dear, we need him," I heard my mother say, "Since our testing is done . . ."

She stepped out of the shadows and tightly grasped my chin. I was forced to look into her purplish-blue eyes that were full of hatred and disgust. I hated it, but I was used to it since my enemies gave it to me every time.

"Where are you keeping our son?" she asked me with a sharp growl.

I remained silent. Ironic, isn't it? She's looking for her son, but she is actually looking right at him. Another shock . . .

"Where is he?! Tell us before I rip you up molecule by molecule!" my father screamed.

This is it. I can't handle another jolt.

But, they shocked me once more before I could answer.

"Y-you w-want to k-know so bad . . . b-but even if I told y-you, he's dead anyway . . ."

Then a white flash brightened the room. I could see their faces. A tear fell from my eye. They were almost . . . frantic and urgent. Their disgust, their anger, their hatred faded. They undid the straps, letting me go. The thing is though . . . I will never see them again. It's too late for them to bring me back, even if I was still going to survive. I wouldn't want them to anyway. I would leave and never return.

Before I went under, I gave them my final words.

"A-all I did was t-try to keep t-the w-whole c-city safe, but you t-thought otherwise. I-it's the reason I-I never revealed my secret to you. A-and now, y-you'll suffer the consequences. I'm not afraid to face death again, but i-if y-you really thought t-that I-I was the villain . . ."

I could see the desperation in their eyes.

"Then y-you're the ones that made me. Y-you were the ones who had to p-put the on switch inside that ghost portal."

I hope this came out well. It may be a little short, but this was an idea I came up with today. Review and please tell me how it went. No flames.