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For some reason the world gets to be a very dark place when the world seems to be crashing around you. Even the perspective of a new child seemed dreary. The thoughts possessed Phineas' mind as he drove his wife to to hospital. Heck he didn't even know if the child was going to be a boy or girl, let alone the fact they weren't prepared for such an event as a child. No crib, no bottles, no clothes. They weren't ready. Suddenly his mind was drawn to what was to happen afterward, after he dropped her off. He was to find Ferb. He had a gut feeling that this wasn't going to be an easy reunion.
His mind seemed to be being ripped apart by all the many thoughts and occurrences. His hands gipped the sides of his red hair in frustration. Suddenly he remembered he was driving, putting both hands back on the wheel. "How can girls handle all this!" He yelled, forgetting Isabella in the back.
"Uh, hello! This isn't exactly a walk in the par- OW!" She yelled as the car hit a pot hole. "Thanks for being careful!"
"Were here!" He yelled over the blaring music, an attempt to cancel out her pained sounds, he wasn't trying to be insensitive but he didn't care to hear some sounds.
~Break Break Break~
Phineas looked up at the building as a cool wind blew through his hair. Something wasn't right, it wasn't going to be a heart warming reunion like he hoped. He walked inside the building as he approached the front desk. "Is there a Ferb Fletcher here?" He asked the lady at the front desk.
She pulled out a card rotary and flipped to the F's. Pulling down her glasses the elderly secretary slowly looked up. "Yes." She said as she handed him the card. "Bring it back by 10:00 PM." She said as she stamped the back of the card and pulled a lever as a elevator appeared from nowhere. This was indeed a odd building.
As he stood in the elevator he looked out the old bars of the elevator. Emerging on the roof he looked out at the flat before him. The chill wind caught him by surprise in the not enclosed elevator. Stepping out the elevator sank into the floor being closed off by concrete. "Greetings." A voice said from behind him as he quickly turned around. A tall man looked at him. "So your the great Phineas Flynn." He cackled. He had dark greased back hair his brown eyes gleaming.
"My, you are a scrawny little fellow." He laughed. He was the very essence of a villan. Black tuxedo wrapped him to look like a conductor, he even had the stick. "Ferb has told me much about you."
"Where's Ferb!" Phineas yelled.
"Oh he's quite safe." He smiled, "In fact, I have some one you might like to meet too." The elevator reemerged with a silhouette walking out of the metal elevator. His tall figure looked quite similar to someone he knew but couldn't place. The man could tell he couldn't quite place him. "Hmm, how sad." He smirked. "You don't even recognize your own step-father."
Phineas' eyes grew large as he looked at the man before him. He didn't look at all like his normal self with red hair, and suite. His glasses were gone and looked more like a minion to the dark man than his step-father.
"Dad!" He yelled trying to run to him. A firm pair of hands gripped him. He looked back to see who was holding him. 2 Men who looked like CIA agents gripped his arms.
"If I were you son, I wouldn't fight." One of them said.
"Why not?" He yelled, tears welling his eyes. "I can't cry!" He told himself, "I need to keep them from thinking I'm weak." He shut his eyes hard as he tried to stop himself.
The man in the black tuxedo turned to him. "Calm yourself boy." He said squatting down and eventually sitting on the ground cross legged. "I'm not going to hurt you. Yet." He smiled. "Let me tell you a little story about your family. Zach, Chase, let him sit." They forced him to sit on the concrete, still gripping his arms.
"I'm not gunna run." Phineas quipped looking at the 2.
"I believe him." The man said as the 2 guards slowly let go of his arms. Phineas sat completely with a nostalgic look.
"What is it?" He asked, half curious what the man had to say.
"First of all my name is Luke, it might be best for you not to know my last name for now."
"Fair enough." Phineas said.
"I was married to a gorgeous woman, a famous woman at that." he said remembering his past. "She was and is my love, my true love, my only love." Phineas thought about Isabella. He could relate.
"I was quite happy and I thought we were in love, but she seemed discontented. She had been like that for 6 or 7 months. Then she dropped a perpetual bomb on me. 'Luke,' she said. 'I want a divorce.' It felt as though my heart had been ripped out. We had 2 kids and were a happy family I thought. Apparently we weren't. Phineas," He said looking up at him for the first time during his story. "One of those kids was you."
Phineas felt like he had been struck by a bullet. The man in front of him was his father! "What?" Phineas stood up in rage. His blood began to boil looking at the man in front of him, the man he mother had always said was abusive, and fickle. The man who almost forced himself and Candace into foster care. The man in front of him, was evil.
Phineas pulled out the pen he had made long ago that turned with one click into a sword. Luke laughed. "Oh boy, this is the 21st century, like a sword will keep me from accomplishing my mission. I have kept this fool alive all this time so I could do something I've always wanted to do since Linda remarried. The man aimed a greed light at his forehead. The world started to go dark for Phineas. "You, my dear son, will kill your father!" Phineas felt his body slipping, feeling as thought it was being ripped from his own body. He tried to yell out but he no longer could control his own body. He felt as though he was watching a horror movie, he couldn't control anything. He felt weak, and helpless. "Dad!" He screamed. It was no use. He was now no longer in control, his birth dad was.
He watched himself pull out his sword and run over to his Dad. "No!" Everything seemed in slow motion as he watched himself draw his sword flung back, poised to kill. He couldn't watch as he saw himself put a blow to his father.
He was dead. His father had died before his eyes.
He felt himself slowly coming back to control his body again. He dropped to his knees. Sobbing. His fathers mangled body a few feet away.
"I'm soo glad you feel the same about your father," Luke Cackled. "Don't you get it Phineas?" He tilted his head to look him in the eyes. "I gave you your creative powers Phineas. I created you." Phineas turned his head to the side so he wouldn't look in his father's eyes. The man stood up and walked off the terrace. He looked back at him. "You would be wise to become like me." He said to him as he turned and walked onto the elevator and seeped into the building below.
He dropped to his knees his tears falling to the ground. A distant ringing was heard as he looked at his phone, vibrating waiting for him to answer. It was Isabella.