Phineas' pov
Thud. Something hit my chest, at a certain point in my lungs. I screamed as pain blazed through my body like wildfire. Why was it hurting so bad? I was dimly aware of hitting the ground. Mom was yelling at me, forcing me up and out of the house. I tried to look for Ferb and the others. They were nowhere in sight. Candace must've gotten tired of waiting and left. I heard Mom's voice in my ear.
"Phineas I know you're hurting but I need you to escape now. I'll always protect you and love you and right now I need you to trust me. Run. Now. Get as far away from here as possible and don't use your powers. Go now!" She told me urgently. I fought through the pain to see her face. She was deadly serious. I tried to levitate all of us, but I only felt more pain. I turned and ran into the city, my lungs burning from pain and oxygen starvation. I ran as fast and as far as I could, then bumped into someone and fell to the ground in exhaustion.
"Hey! Watch where you're – Whoa, are you okay?" A man's strangely-accented voice asked. I tried to answer, but fell into a dark abyss instead.
I felt pain in my arms and legs as I walked downstairs for dinner. Mom sat at the table across from Dad, smiling and laughing with him like a giddy high-schooler. Candace was at Annie's house again, so there was room at the table by Mom. I toddled over on 2-year-old legs and pulled myself up on the chair.
"Why don't you sit by me tonight, Phin?" Dad asked in a fake nice voice that carried a cleverly disguised threat. I smiled innocently. Two could play at this game.
"But I sit by you every night, Daddy." He could tell I wasn't being sincere because I never call them 'Mommy' or 'Daddy', it seemed so babyish. And I wasn't a baby – I was 2 years old. Big difference. Dad gave me a cold smile. I could read that smile. You have decided to play a dangerous game, Phineas Henele. But I know all your little secrets, and you will never be safe from me. It promised dangerously. I shivered involuntarily and shifted closer to Mom. I tried to look away from the cold eyes watching me across the table that night, but I could never get away from him.
I woke up and moaned. I was on a bed in an unknown building. I tried to sit up, but was forced back down gently by a hand. A man was standing over me. He was wearing a lab coat, which immediately scored points with me. He slouched a bit and had an oddly shaped head – but it was a triangle sort of, so I'm talking, why? – and brown hair. He also had really big hands, one of which was on my chest.
"My friends-"I moaned. He cocked his head and looked around.
"Well no one's been by, so maybe they're coming later." He shrugged. "But you're safe here now so get some rest." I nodded and laid back down. I was safe, but Mom and Dad – probably not. And it was my fault. Again. When would things stop being my fault? I sighed, then realized I was probably being rude.
"Thanks for saving my life. My name's Phineas." I said, smiling. The man smiled slightly too.
"Don't mention it. I'm Heinz Doofinshmirz, but you can call me Dr. Doofinshmirtz. Or Heinz, whatever feels good to you. I don't get guests much, so are you hungry? I make a great peanut butter and jelly sandwich." He seemed really enthusiastic. I grinned and nodded.
"Sure. Yeah, that sounds good." Heinz left to get sandwiches. I laid back and sighed. I wondered if Ferb was okay. Where were they?