Victor opened his eyes and sat up. Everywhere was clean and fresh, pearly white. People flying around with wings on their back. Different ages, different sizes but all dressed the same, in long white robes that went down to their feet. All seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere but if Victor was correct then why should they be hurrying. There is no end up here, life is forever.

It is Heaven.

He looked down at his body but he was still wearing his half eaten clothes but he didn't have any marks on his body, he was fine. Up ahead of him was a man sitting behind a very, very, very tall desk with a long white beard which Victor couldn't see the end of. 'Was this St. Peters or is it god?' He thought to himself. He began to walk up the path then he got to some steps and he climbed up them, by the time he got to the top he was at eye-level to the man behind the desk.

"Are you Victor Stone" They asked and Victor nodded yes, empty of words. "Do you not speak, young boy?"

"Sorry, Sir. It's just that I was surprised that my life ended so quickly, never did I think that I would end up here about to walk through the gates of heaven."

"Please call me Peter, young Victor. Your mother just passed through here. And here I decided where these poor souls go." he gestured to behind him, through the gate. "I don't know where to put you."

"Please Peter let me go to heaven. I know I have made bad choices in my life but I have tried to mend them. I really have."

"You have to go now, lad."

"Go? Go where?" Victor asked, confused but he never got an answer from Peter because he was suddenly pulled back. Did he have to go to hell? Then he suddenly opened his eyes. It didn't look like hell. It looked like heaven but hadn't Peter said you have to go? "Where am I?" Victor asked. He was looking around the room but he still didn't recognise where he was. Then he realised what Peter meant.

Victor was alive!

A little while later a man in a long, white lab coat comes in and Victor tries to get up to speak to them but falls to the ground is unable to get up off the floor so has to wait for the scientist to come over and help him up. The scientist comes and kneels down in front of Victor with a frown on his face. The man lifts his head and Victor finally sees who it is. He should have known, it was his father staring right back at him. How could he have been so stupid.

Silas put his arms under Victor's armpits and began to lift him back up, Victor being unable to move himself was defenceless against Silas so he just had to let Silas help. One of the last things that Victor wanted was his father's help, or at least in this way it was. Victor stayed on the bed but didn't look Silas in the eye. 'How bad was the accident?' Victor thought. 'I mean I can barely move or feel my body.'

"Son you have to say something." Silas said and yet he still got no reply to his plea. "Are you okay?"

"I think you already know the answer to that old man. I can't move my body and I died. Don't say that I didn't because even you know that I did."

"But are you okay, son?" Silas asked again. "I don't know if the operation worked to its full extent until you cooperate with me."

"Dad, I shouldn't even be alive right now." Victor said with tears in his eyes. "I saw heaven dad! I talked to St. Peter and he talked about mum and how he didn't know where to put me! How am I even alive!"

"Will you let me speak, son?"

"You are the only one with the answers that I need so I guess I kind of have to let you speak. Just say what you have to say."

"I have to save you. And this... this was the only way I could. At least you are alive, son."

"What did you do to me!?" Victor asked with a lot of anger. Silas made the top of the bed rise until it was possible for Victor to see his body. "My legs! Where are my legs!" Silas just stood still and stared at Victor. Victor hadn't seen the worst of it yet. "What else have you done to me!" Silas brought out a mirror and put it at an angle to show Victor his chest. Victor's face got angrier. Then Silas showed Victor his face. If Victor could have moved his body then he would have strangled his father but instead he just laid there thinking about doing it.

"How much of me is left dad?" Silas didn't answer. "I said how much of me is left? Tell me!" Silas started to step away from his growing angrier son. Victor so wanted to strangle him right now!

"Well..." Silas started. "Hmm... Well under the armour of your chest is just a protective layer. You flesh were gone. Your legs were gone but you still have your left arm. And your face. Well... That got a lot of damage as you have seen. Left eye was irreparable so it had to be replaced. Skin around it was basically gone so that too was replaced. Your insides... that is hard to talk about... I don't know how to say it to you... well they... hmm..."

"It doesn't matter, I have heard enough already to decide..." Victor was interrupted by Silas

"Decided what, son?" Silas asked, confused.

"That used my death to bring me back by making me another one of your experiments. And you call yourself my father."

"Son, it is not like that. It's that..."

"Why did you do this? Why couldn't you have you just let me die. Why? I don't want anything else to do with you, old man."

"You still need my help. You can't even sit up without help."

"I have noticed that. But I don't want your help. Isn't there anyone else that can help me? Or does it have to be you."

"It has to be me but there is someone who can help you do your physical therapy. It's just that I understand this technology the best. No one else can really understand it. Not even you."

"What date is it?"

"Well... you have been in a coma for 3 months, son."

"What! Why! How!"

"You were in too much pain... I had to do something. You were also in the operating theatre a lot."

"I cannot believe this. You have ruined my life. Go away old man. I want to be alone right now." Silas didn't move. He just faced the floor, turning his face away from Victor. "I said go, old man!"

"If that is what you really want." Silas replied, turning towards the door and leaving the room.

Victor closed his eyes and started to cry. Why did his father do this? Why?

Elinore went to his games when Silas couldn't make it.
Elinore pushed her son to be the best he could be.
Elinore made sure that Victor was healthy and strong.
Elinore was there when Victor needed help.
Elinore made sure that Victor was happy.
And Elinore was the one that helped Victor get what he needed when his
father couldn't.
It was always Elinore but never Silas.
And he was there but she wasn't.
She died at the hands of Silas Stone.
The one that didn't care.