"James, this is ridiculous."

"It's my choice Madison. Not yours."

"Just listen to me."

"I have, and this is what I've decided to do. We've been over this."

"James wait. Do you honestly think this is what Catherine would want?"

She had drawn the line. James stared with cold eyes, but they were filled with agony. Holding the bundle tight to his chest, he walked away, leaving Dr. Li alone in her lab. Alone with their years of research. Alone with the memories. Alone with their dreams.

James was no longer apart of it.

A sigh left her lips, her body falling gently against the wall. The aching weariness and fatigue of age settling into her. The lab was littered with glass and wires, broken equipment that had been strung around in fits of rage, most of the heat directed at James. The news of his escape traveled fast, his choice to leave Project Purity behind. To give his child a better start. The son that had brought the death of Catherine, and the abandonment of their very dreams. This was all that's left of Project Purity.

They didn't have to stay. Most of the scientists had other research or ways to conduct their time. They had lives outside of the confined lab. They had a reason to continue on. All except for Dr. Li.

She had put her very existence into her work. She had stood beside Catherine and James, working days on end to make it work. To accomplish their dream. A dream that she had now lost.

Catherine was dead.

James is gone.

And Madison was all that was left.

Lifting her head gently, she studied the remains of her work. Books and equipment were still strewn about in a disarranged mess, but she stood anyway. With heavy steps, she gazed at the lab in a daze. Medical knives and tools left lying on the tables, chemicals open and exposed, the medical screen with the familiar face...

Dr. Li stopped to gaze at the screen. Dark hair and intelligent eyes, a grown man that was soon to be. His face, Her smile. His child. Her killer.

This was the reason Catherine was dead. This was the reason James had run. This was the reason she had nothing left but a broken dream. This child.

Madison pushed the screen, letting it shatter on impact. With spiteful eyes, she watched the glass litter across the floor, cold bitterness settling in.

She never wanted to see his face again.

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