Make Me Feel

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Chapter 7

Octavius sat quietly after Zachary's sudden departure.

He was silently wondering what could have suddenly gotten into the boy and he passed it off believing the young man was tired from the erratic morning he had just had. He quickly finished his breakfast and stood to take care of the mess. He winced as he felt the painful twinge in his lower right leg, a result of his battle with the insufferable pest. He quickly and silently took care of the dishes and went to go check on his young charge.

When he walked into the small excuse for a living room he saw with some amusement that the young man had fallen asleep. Instead being curled onto his side this time, he was laying out on his back with both hands resting lightly on his lower abdomen. His narrow face was resting against the back of the old couch and as always his dark bangs hung down in front of his closed eyes.

Octavius watched the steady rise and fall of the young man's chest and listened to his peaceful deep breathing. He knew that it was dangerous to have taken in the child so abruptly, for all he knew the boy might run off and tell the police where he was hiding. He had no possible way to be sure that what the young man had told him was the truth. But he could tell that the mutation the child was suffering from was real. And for some God only knows reason he wanted the boy to stay with him. Since he had lost his dearly loved Rosie he had had no one but his 'assistants' to keep him company. And Otto knew he was not completely 'cut out' for being a complete loner.

This young man seemed to be the answer for his lack of human interaction. He had to admit that he had been in a better mood since the boy had arrived than he had been for the last few months. Even the 'assistants' were comfortable with Zachary's presence and that amazed him to no end.

Taking one last look at the boy's handsome face he turned and went to his study. Upon arriving he sat down at the desk that was covered in folders, notes, blueprints, and a laptop computer that he had retrieved from his abandoned apartment. He had not bothered to retrieve many things for the condemned building on the river knowing full well that they would have been damaged in such a place. After he had found the warehouse he had been able to retrieve and steal more materialistic items to make it more comfortable.

One of his tentacles approached him with a cigar and another followed holding up a lit match. He took them gratefully and blew out the match after the cigar was lit. He leaned back and began thinking over what he would need to do to find a way to help Zachary while absently puffing on the cigar.

Research was an obvious factor. And he would need samples of the stone from Zachary. It would need to be analyzed extensively and thoroughly. He'd have to carefully monitor Zachary's outbreaks and keep track of every new patch as it appears and grows in size. Also need to keep a record of how quickly it spreads.

Octavius secretly doubted that he could cure the stone that had already grown. But he did believe that he could stop it from spreading entirely. He believed he knew what was going on with the stone. Zachary would be fine as long as the stone mutation didn't reach the brain. If it infected the brain than Zachary would cease functioning and literally be nothing more than a statue. In short, he would die and his body would remain intact as solid stone.

So what Otto needed to plan and work out was how to stop it from spreading that far. If he could find something that would stabilize it, it would stop. Zachary would still be part stone and wouldn't be able to feel anything in those areas but at least he would still be alive.

So all Otto needs is something to stabilize the condition and a way to get it into the body.

Octavius took a deep puff from his cigar and rubbed his temples.

He had a lot of work ahead of him. But for some reason, he didn't seem to mind a single bit.

End of Chapter

Sorry if it was a little short. I wanted to give you guys a look at what was happening in his head for a little while. Still have no idea of what to do next, but I will come up with something. Thank you so much for reading and please Review!!

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