AN: Er, sorry once again for the long ime in between updates- stick it out and i'll do my best to make this fic worth your while. I couldn't believe all my reveiwers! Thank you all so much! This is a very short chapter, (sorry), but I'm trying to stick with my idea of showing each charater's side in a different chapter...besides, I'm struggling against major time-shortage and writers block problems...forgive me! (sob) Forgive me and reveiw!

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Chapter 3

He stopped at the wall before him, reaching out a hand to feel the dead side of his childhood sanctuary. He placed a finger on the scanner as he dried a tear with his free hand.

"I have to destroy the serum." He acknowledged to himself, pain still rocking his heart as it beat rapidly. "It's caused enough pain already."

He acknowledged to himself, pain still rocking his heart as it beat rapidly.

In moments, he was walking the floor of the tomb-like room. Reaching the table, his hands met the beaker that held his antagonist. He gazed at the unassuming purple liquid, clenching his teeth in disgust with for an unknown feeling.

"I wonder how much longer I have." He stalled himself, picking up the bottle as if it would bite again. "Before I regress to denial."

He stalled himself, picking up the bottle as if it would bite again.

He shook his head as he parsimoniously closed his eyes. As images of his past raced through his mind, his subconscious yielding films of words and actions long forgotten, his face twisted in pain. "Have I really been so cruel? All these years- didn't I see the futility of it all?" But before the thought was finished, he knew the answer. "Everything is so clear to me now- how I feel…how I always felt. Why didn't I see it before?"

Unsettled, he shook himself from his thoughts and returned his gaze to the object in his hands. He knew it well- he was its creator- and its victim. Throwing his look to his left, he chronicled the view in his mind. Numbers, figures, explanations, theories… all of these filled the chalkboard. Notes littered the cold floor, and they rustled as he walked toward them, drawn as if by an unstoppable force.

"Truth…is dangerous thing. Maybe it's more pain than it's worth." He knew that he could never forget the look upon her face at his words. "I never wanted to hurt her…I never do." But this, he knew, was a useless admition. "What does it matter how I feel…when all she knows is how I act? No wonder she didn't believe me!" With an unspoken insult to his stupidity, he threw the beaker at the wall in a sudden desperate gasp.

 He knew that he could never forget the look upon her face at his words. But this, he knew, was a useless admition. With an unspoken insult to his stupidity, he threw the beaker at the wall in a sudden desperate gasp.

He watched the glass and liquid, as if in slow motion, transfixed by the substance running down the wall. "Like so many years of wasted time." He thought to himself, pain turning poetic. "Why doesn't anything turn out like I've planned? Another failed experiment…"

He drew his hands to his face, manhood aside as the tears flowed freely. Unable to allow himself to stop, the serum drew out his pain as he sank to the floor.

Lifetimes of minutes went by, as Jimmy kept company with the unfeeling floor beneath him.

Until a noise turned his head.