Dylen: His skin begins to shimmer like quartz, a soft melody escaping his violin Mom, do you see this?
"Dylen, what the hell are you doing?"
Dylen: I don't know! I feel something inside me, like a fire burning within. It's like... I'm changing. Can you help me understand?
"Dylen, don't touch your face, let's go get your ass checked out!"
Dylen: No, mom! I can't go to the doctor! They'll lock me up and experiment on me like they did back then! I won't let them control me!
"Dylen, we're not locking you up. Just let me take you to get checked out. It could be nothing but it would be best to know right?"
Dylen: grabs his violin tightly No, mom! I won't let them put me in a lab! You don't understand how dangerous they can be! starts playing a frantic melody on his violin
"Dylen, stop playing that violin"
Dylen: No, mom! The violin is the only thing that makes me feel safe! It's like my shield against the world! plays faster, more intense
"Okay okay, fine, play if you want. But we're still going to go get you checked out okay?"
Dylen: slows down the tempo of his playing, a sense of resignation in his eyes Fine, mom. I'll go get checked out. But promise me...
Dylen: Promise me that you won't let them hurt me. No experiments, no injections. Just a simple check-up, okay?
Dylen: Thank you, mom. I trust you. puts down his violin and grabs his backpack Let's go.
Dylen: looks around nervously, fidgeting with his hands Mom, what if they find out something's wrong with me? What if they try to take me away?
"Dylen, they won't. We won't let them"
Dylen: clutches onto Fleming's arm tightly Mom, I can't bear the thought of being separated from you. Please, promise me we won't let anyone take me.
Despite their promises, Dylen and Fleming face intense scrutiny and experimentation at the clinic. The doctors' true intentions become clear as they reveal a hidden agenda to harness Dylen's unique abilities for their own gain.
Fleming came out to talk to the doctors
Dylen: hiding behind Fleming Mom, are they going to force me to do something I don't want to do?
"I'm gonna make sure they don't"
Dylen: whispers Mom, I'm scared. I don't want them to hurt me. Please, make them stop.
Dylen: looking up at Fleming with wide eyes Mom, did they agree to leave me alone? Did they promise not to hurt me?
Dylen: exhales in relief, a small smile forming Thank you, mom. I knew I could count on you. hugs Fleming tightly
Dylen: pulls away slightly, eyes sparkling with determination Mom, we can't just sit back and wait. We need to find a way to stop them before they come after us again.
"Agreed, we need to be prepared for whatever comes next"
Dylen: grabs a pen and paper, starts jotting down ideas We need to gather information, mom. Find out who's behind all this and how far they've spread.
Dylen: looks up at Fleming with determination Good, mom. We need to act fast and stay one step ahead. I'll start by researching any suspicious activity in the area.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I got you something"
Dylen: pauses, curiosity piqued What did you get, mom? Show me!