The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

Chapter 77

Thalia’s

I kept biting my nails in anticipation because Brandon’s men were taking longer than I had expected.

The ambulance rushed her to a hospital where Brandon had no cameras so we were blind and only

had to rely on sending people on the ground.

“Maybe she is dead. What if she is dead? Does it mean we killed her?” I inquired.

“She was still breathing, probably she fainted because of the ugly tight dress,” Brandon replied. I turned

to face him, he could barely keep his eyes open, he was so tired and needed to sleep. Nestor got up

and switched off all the equipment. “Time to sleep,” he declared like he was our father.

“Come on, we have to find out if she is dead or alive,” Brandon protested.

“We will find out tomorrow,” Nestor added.

Brandon looked at him p*ssed, as he began putting away everything. He was right, Brandon needed to

rest, we had already accomplished what we set forward and it was time to watch how they were going NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

to self-destruct.

I took out my pajamas while Nestor said good night. He usually slept in the garage like a guard

watching over my project or something. Brandon assumed he slept in the boat but never asked him. He

was initially offered one of the rooms but he refused to sleep in sex dungeons even though the rooms

were never operational.

I began changing but noticed that the room was too quiet, I turned hoping he was asleep but found him

wide awake staring at my butt. “I thought you were dozing a minute ago,” I asked.

“Your ugly fat butt distracted my sweet dreams,” he replied.

“p*rvert,” I shouted and rolled my eyes. I finished up and joined him. “Do you want a snuggle?” I asked

and moved near him before setting my usual alarm. Tomorrow was the big day for testing my subject. I

wished him good night and closed my eyes.

Morning came and I quickly washed up and ran to the garage before he woke up. I found Nestor had

already started the station. He had learned one or two things by spending time with me. He was very

eager and couldn’t wait. I put on my lab coat and began recording the process. I began with injecting

the monkey with the infected cells while I kept a close eye as I awaited replication.

I wanted the subject’s body to have the same environment as Brandon’s so I injected it with artificial

cells similar to Brandon’s infection. But only a few minutes in, the Monkey began convulsing before I

could even plug the machine in. I quickly took a sample and analyzed it, to my shock all the cells were

dead in minutes.

I had anticipated the reaction, considering the difference in makeup but it was too fast. “s*it!” I yelled,

another setback.

“Try another monkey?” Nestor suggested.

“The results will still be the same, the human body can handle the infected cells way longer than a

monkey,” I replied.

“Then try me, I can survive it, I will not be as weak as Brandon,” he suggested without a second

thought.

I looked up at him, he definitely had no idea what he was volunteering for. Maggie would never forgive

me, Brandon wouldn’t forgive me either. I cleared my throat and asked him if he understood what he

was asking. He quickly nodded.

“Nestor, this is like volunteering to get infected with AIDS and am saying AiDS instead of HIV because

AIDs is the stage where your body can no longer fight ant disease and it is difficult to accept any

treatment,” I stated in a serious tone. He tried to protest but I stopped him.

“Don’t you ever ask me to trade your life for Brandon, I would never. Brandon has already accepted his

fate and this here is just me trying something to stop that fate,” I made it m and concentrated my eyes

on the monkey. I quickly covered him up and began thinking. Getting any form of an animal infected

was out of the question. There was a probability of trying out other cancers but how could I test for a

disease without the actual disease, I thought to myself.

I looked at the clock and it was already 7 am. “Brandon will probably be awake, go make him breakfast

or something,” I ordered.

“But you still need me here,” he replied.

I will call you when I need you,” I replied. He stared at me and noted my seriousness. I was not pleased

with his suggestion, I had no idea whether he was testing me but I felt insulted. He probably thought I

did not care about him and I would risk his life to save Brandon. He walked out and I took a seat

thinking of my next step.

I had no time to dilute the infected cells, making them more adaptable for the test subject, which would

take months. Months that Brandon did not have. There was only one option left, test the machine with a

monkey that is not infected. That would only test the machine but not if the cells could be filtered.

I was back to my first experiment with the rats but I had no option. With each day Brandon looked so

tired as if he was being forced to hang on.

I quickly got up and sedated the second monkey, plugging it into the machine and hoping for the best. I

could not afford another setback, I began with lower voltage until I was at the human applicable

voltage.

Everyone seemed fine and working. The coats were working, the new cells were not getting attacked. I

took a sample and analyzed it for my coated cells and to my delight, they were present adapting in the

Monkey’s body. That was a benchmark of my project and I screamed in excitement.

It was working though there was no way of telling if it can filter out the infected cells fast enough for

new cells to be transfused or generated. But the positive sign was that the f*cking machine was

working.

After all the rejection, bad reviews, and mocking from all the professors I invented some form of filter/

transfusion dialysis for blood and I felt like I was on top of the world. It was going to work, it had to

work, it was better than nothing. I kept comforting myself.

But deep down I knew I needed to test an infected subject and the only infected person was Brandon,

the machine would instantly kill him or save him. It was a gamble, a gamble that I would not live with if

it went south. I looked at my watch and it was already 8 am. I switched the machine off and walked out

of the garage, Brandon was obviously looking for me.

I walked into the house with my face down, thinking about the next move. I found Nestor tacking on

Brandon, he did not look good. Immediately he saw me, he nodded his head. I walked over to the bed

and took a seat.

It was one of those days where he could hardly move. “Good morning,” I said while placing my hand

on his forehead and he only nodded his head. Nestor tapped on my leg and looked up. He wanted to

know my progress but I only nodded my head.

“Tell her,” Brandon’s hasty voice stated.

I turned and asked; “tell me what?”

“The s*ank is pregnant,” Nestor replied.

My Jaw nearly dropped, I held his hand in shock, “But we cut off Josh’s sacks?”

“But you never removed her uterus,” he replied.

I held my hands on my mouth, the s*ank cheated, and last time we checked they never told Josh about

the operation. “Are you sure?” I asked again.

Nestor handed me the s*ank’s medical report which they had managed to steal. I looked at it in shock,

though it was understandable if Jessica did actually cheat. Josh was a serial Cheater, it was only

human for her to cheat back. Something that I never had the balls to do when I was married to Josh.

But who was the father? It was not Josh that much we knew. And Victor was very much aware of his

son’s condition and the way I knew him he was not joining to allow Jessica anywhere near his family.

She betrayed his family and I was going to enjoy watching her get thrown to the streets where she

belonged just like I was thrown.

“How did Victor take the news?” I asked.

`”That’s the thing, the family was discharged this morning and they all looked happy. In fact, Victor

drove them home,” Nestor replied.

I stared at him confused, something wasn’t adding up.

Brandon tried to get up with difficulty, “we needed to set up cameras,” he suggested.

“No Brandon, you need to rest. We have done all the damage and it’s over for them,” I insisted.

“But Thalia it’s not yet over until I say it’s over,” he replied.

Nestor quickly cut in, “I will try and see if I can get the cameras in there,” he volunteered.

“Good, good, something is fishy,” Brandon replied.

“I think you should get a break…” I tried to speak out. I realized it was time for him to put a lid on the

revenge. Even if we had cameras or not, Josh was going to find out soon or later. But Brandon was

very stubborn, he still wanted to see the revenge till his last breath.

“Please do not take away my hobbies,” he replied and looked in Nestor’s direction. “Find out why Victor

is okay with Jessica having a child with another man. Something is not right, he has definitely planned

something,” he ordered and got under the covers, ignoring me.