Authors Note: I couldn't go through with it…you'll see what I mean momentarily. I can't believe I couldn't go through with THIS but I was perfectly able to go through with something else. Again, you'll find out soon but jeez I have problems. Someone tell me what to go through with next, I'm scared to think.

No he wasn't dead, shocked? Yeah, him too. Okay maybe some of you aren't shocked but you didn't go through what he did! You didn't witness what Doofenshmirtz did to him, you didn't feel anything, maybe sympathy but that's it! He felt pain…and not just from the attempted murder, (Yes, that's what Major Monogram ruled it as) he felt more than that. The platypus felt sympathy towards Doofenshmirtz; you probably think he's insane. He's not, let me explain! It wasn't the doctors fault, it was-…..that thing's fault! That evil part of him! He didn't deserve to be punished for what happened, and not like this! Perry didn't deserve to be punished for this either, yes he was being punished as well but don't ask me how. Let's allow the little platypus to explain.

Perry's POV.

I laid back in the hospital bed and sighed. That's all I was doing in this place, sighing. Sighing at what happened and sighing at what was supposed to happen now. I was in the hospital for my many injuries I had received, yes I had injuries. Someone had tried to kill me and almost had done it if I hadn't called for help with my wrist communicator. I regret calling for help now of course, I don't know if dying or this was worst. You might be asking yourself 'In what life would dying be better than living?' Well the correct answer to that question would be mine. I lost everything, my family and my nemesis. I lost my whole life, yeah I'm alive but they made up my life and now they're gone. I'll never see them again. I haven't seen either of them in two days and now I won't for the rest of my time living on this earth. It already feels like an eternity. You still might be confused so I'll explain in more detail.

"Perry the Platypus…I'm so sorry."

After those words were spoken, my whole world came crashing down. His warming eyes were no longer there and Doofenshmirtz wrapped both of his hands around my neck, squeezing both the air and the life out of me. I struggled in his grip and managed to connect a kick to his shin before I almost blacked out. I took the moment to suck the air back into my lungs, but I shouldn't have. I didn't have time. Before I could even think I was picked up roughly and thrown into a wall, hard. My back ached and I slid to the ground, he was over me in seconds with a wooden bat. I didn't have time to question where it came from because it was forcefully slammed against my skull. It hurt obviously and he connected another hit to my stomach. This continued for a while as he mercilessly beat me into the ground. I managed to shield my face with my hands instinctively as the scientist kept bring the bat down harder and harder on my small and vulnerable body. He kept screaming at me to "Fight back!" but I couldn't, everything hurt too much and Heinz didn't deserve a beating; a part of his brain did. Another voice in his head did and how do you fight a voice in your head? You don't listen to it, it'll make it angry but you still have some victory against it. You let it know that it can't corrupt you or control you and that's what I did…sort of. Eventually he got fed up with me not defending myself and threw the bat to the side, commanding me.

"Get up!"

I did as I was told and struggled to my feet using the wall, not because he told me to but because I desperately wanted him to stop. I was battered and bloodied. The blood was from my nose, mouth and head. My nose because I think he broke my bill and my mouth because that's a part of my bill, also mixed with me coughing up blood; my head because I think a part of it may be cracked…

I was close to losing consciousness but I kept my eyes open, I feared what he would do to me if I was unconscious. He'd probably just kill me on the spot, I had to escape or in the very least get help! I needed time. I thought of something and put both my hands behind my back. I had just enough time to click the SOS button on my watch before he screamed at me to put my hands back out in front of me.

The man glared down at me in disgust and pure hatred, it hurt but this wasn't the Doofenshmirtz I knew. I had to save my tears for later, in case this ended horribly. The situation was horrible now but it would be a million times worse if I had to resort to my last option…

Killing Doofenshmirtz before he had a chance to kill me, I don't think I could will myself to do it; not even in a life or death situation. I know that the Doof I know is still in there somewhere and probably praying for me to actually go through with it and fight back, to stop him from hurting me and possibly killing me. I'm sorry Doof but I can't fight you, not like this and definitely not to the death. I looked up into his eyes trying to portray that message to him if he was in there, no. He was in there, I knew it the second I saw his pinky twitch. Doofenshmirtz paid no mind to it and didn't even notice, probably because he was too busy struggling to keep control of the rest of my nemesis' body and wasn't worried about a single useless appendage; but that useless appendage saved my life although it almost led to my demise. If I hadn't seen that pinky gesture to the knife on the counter than the thing controlling Doof's mind would have shot me then and there, I didn't even know he had a gun in his hands until it thumped down onto the floor when he dropped it.

The pinky gestured to a lone knife on the kitchen counter and I followed the finger with my eyes, Doofenshmirtz must have seen this because his gaze turned to the knife as well. Our eyes flickered to each other's and back to the knife. He smirked and we both began running towards the counter, the gun dropped from his hand with a dull thud in the background. We both ran fast to the knife but I was faster and it was pointed at him in seconds. He put his hands up in a surrender notion and glared down at me, waiting for me to make my move and put an end to him but how could I? Could I really bring myself to do this? To end someone's life? Kill Doofenshmirtz? My nemesis of five years? Just like that? Maybe if it was really him in that mind and he had actually stepped up his game about 20 notches but could I actually kill Heinz anyways? The answer, to all those questions I'm both sorry and relieved to tell you is no. No I cannot.

I dropped the knife and hung my head in defeat. My head shot up to meet his gaze in sheer and utter pain as the knife was jabbed three times into my chest before I fell to the ground. My eyes were closing and I couldn't stop them, they closed and he continued stabbing me even after I lost consciousness.

My flashback ended and I looked forward at the wallpaper on the far wall in the hospital room. That explains why I was in the hospital but it doesn't explain why I'm losing my nemesis and my owners. I'll explain more, when I woke up in the hospital I was informed from Major Monogram and Carl that Doofenshmirtz was in jail and I was lethally injured. They responded to my stress signal and when they found both of us, I was bleeding out lying next to the kitchen counter and Doofenshmirtz was passed out a few feet away with a knife in hand. There was no questioning what had happened and they immediately pinned it on Heinz. They didn't even take it into consideration that he was unconscious as well. It was the right conclusion yet it was so very wrong. They- well actually the major – said that they had to take me as far away from Doofenshmirtz as possible for fear of an event like this repeating, which meant I was going to be relocated which meant losing my owners as well. A judge –one of the major's old friends- came in and asked if I wanted to press charges. He said that he could do it since he was acquainted with the OWCA, he said that he was also acquainted with Doofenshmirtz and was surprised that something like this would happen. Judge Miller asked me again if I wanted to press charges, my immediate answer was no. The major desperately tried to make me reconsider; he even tried forcing me to press charges but I still refused. Major Monogram tried to 'talk some sense into me' and I tried to explain to him what had happened. I told him about the other personality inside Doof's head and it taking over his body, all of it but he still didn't listen. Carl had been standing right there and heard everything. The intern saw some possible truth in my story and also tried to convince the major to listen to me but no such luck. Eventually they left and after I recovered I was to be relocated to the Quad-State Area which meant that I was going to be reassigned to The Regurgitator again, his base was there and he had gotten out on bail. Don't ask me why that's even possible what with the current head of the OWCA and all; you readers know exactly what I mean. They didn't want me anywhere near Heinz, they didn't even place me in the OWCA medical unit which was only a few hallways and turns down from the OWCA containment unit; which in hindsight probably isn't the best place for either of those things but yet again I'm calling the head on this one.

I didn't expect to see my nemesis again and I especially didn't expect to get a call from Carl.

I picked up the phone next to my bed and the young intern's voice blasted in my ear, then again my ears are theoretical.

"Agent P something terrible is happening!"

Carl frantically told me everything, from Doofenshmirtz breaking out of his cell and destroying the agency to Major Monogram putting him on his will. He also rambled on about how he was shocked that the major didn't know how to spell his name. I wasn't that shock but yet again 'the head'. He said he called me because Doof and I have a bond and I might be able to knock some sense into him, theoretically speaking that is. The intern told me how he did some research and sometimes all it takes to break someone out of something like this is the person they care most about and that was me. I agreed with an encouraging chatter and I hung up the phone. I had to get to the OWCA and put a stop to all this once and for all. I pulled the IV out of my arm (it hurt of course, I probably shouldn't have snatched it out but I was too determined right now to care) and hopped down off the large bed. Soon I was off to the OWCA to face pure evil, the pure evil that had taken over my nemesis mind and morals. I was going to end this.

I arrived at the OWCA in my car and ran through the doors; they weren't locked (the head). Everything was hectic, agents were running and things were being thrown. Papers were flying in the air and desks were tipped over, I kept running and soon I found Carl among all the chaos.

"Agent P, thank goodness you're here!"

I nodded; it was good to be back.

"He's over there." The intern pointed and lo and behold there he was.

Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz was standing on top of a desk with dark soulless eyes and purple glowing hands. He turned to face me and glared daggers into my soul, but I didn't let him know I feared him. I glared back at him and stepped forward, ready to finish this but what I wasn't ready for was Major Francis Monogram ending it for me. The major stepped forward with a gun in hand and I didn't have time to stop him, he pulled the trigger and a bullet fired from the gun and straight into my nemesis body. The force of the blow knocked him backwards and off of the desk and into a cubicle. There were gasps and silence that followed; no one was more shocked than me. Terry and Pinky both gave me sympathetic and shocked glances from the desk they were hiding under. I ran forward and skidded to a stop in the cubicle that Doof fell in. Blood poured out from his chest and I knelt over him looking in his eyes. He glared back at me and I chattered, his features softened immediately and his eyes went back to their normal soft turquoise color. He smiled at me with heavy lidded eyes.

"Perry the Platypus…you did it…" Doofenshmirtz voice was weak and he shakily reached a hand to ruffle my head. He reached up to hug me and I didn't want him to overexert himself so I leaned down to accept his embrace. After a few brief seconds his body went limp in my arms, I broke the hug and held his head in my arms. I stared into his face and I wondered if this was the ending or if this was just the beginning.

Only time could tell.

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To Be Continued...

A/N: I cannot BELIEVE I just did that. Now what?

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