Chapter 9 - The day their father died
Claire had spent twelve years refusing to remember the smell inside the laboratory.
Burned plastic.
Antiseptic.
And the sharp metallic scent of blood.
She had been twenty-six when a security alarm summoned her to Hartwell’s original research wing. Her father, Thomas Hart, lay beside a shattered glass vial with one hand pressed against his chest.
Evelyn had been kneeling beside him.
At the time, Claire assumed her mother had arrived moments earlier.
Now she remembered something else.
Evelyn’s sleeve had been wet with clear fluid.
A second glass lay beneath the desk.
And her father’s final words had not been about his heart.
He had whispered, Don’t let her continue.
The transfer machine vibrated around Claire’s skull, pulling the memory into unbearable clarity.
“Turn it off!” Evelyn shouted from behind the glass.
Celeste adjusted the controls.
“The first stage is only mapping.”
Daniel stood beside Claire’s bed, still fighting the two identities inside him. His expression shifted whenever the machine’s frequency changed.
“You remember now,” Malcolm said through Daniel’s mouth.
“Remember what?” Claire asked.
“Your father discovered Evelyn and I were conducting human trials.”
Evelyn’s face drained of color.
“You are not Malcolm.”
Daniel smiled.
“No. I am what survived him.”
Celeste increased the machine’s power.
Images flashed through Claire’s mind.
Her father arguing with Evelyn inside the laboratory.
Malcolm Voss standing near the door.
Daniel unconscious on an examination table.
A syringe in Evelyn’s hand.
The memories felt real, but Claire knew they were not hers.
The machine was connecting her neural patterns to Daniel’s.
She was seeing his memories—or Malcolm’s.
“You treated Daniel before the project was closed,” Claire said.
Evelyn pressed a hand against the glass.
“His symptoms were getting worse.”
“What symptoms?”
“Blackouts. Tremors. Memory loss.”
“He was twenty-four.”
“The disease would have destroyed him before thirty.”
“So you tested Lazarus on him.”
“One dose.”
Malcolm laughed through Daniel.
“One dose became twelve.”
Claire saw another memory.
Daniel strapped to a medical chair while Evelyn held his hand. Malcolm adjusted a silver device beside his head.
Thomas Hart entered the room.
His face filled with horror.
“You promised me,” Thomas said.
Evelyn stood between him and Daniel.
“He is our son.”
“And those people were someone’s children too.”
Thomas reached for the emergency phone.
Malcolm blocked him.
The memory fractured.
Claire saw the broken vial.
Her father falling.
Evelyn screaming.
A needle entering Thomas’s neck.
Then darkness.
“Who killed him?” Claire demanded.
Evelyn was crying.
“I don’t know.”
“You were there.”
“Malcolm attacked Thomas. I tried to stop him. The vial broke, and the chemical caused Thomas’s heart to fail.”
“Why did you lie?”
“Because Daniel had already received the treatment. If the authorities investigated, he would become evidence.”
“You protected Daniel.”
“I protected both of you.”
“You let me believe Father died naturally.”
“I was afraid.”
Daniel moved closer to the machine.
His hands gripped its metal frame.
“Mother always chose fear,” he said in his own voice.
Evelyn looked at him.
“I chose you.”
“No. You chose the version of me you wanted to keep.”
The tactical team breached another security door. Gunfire echoed somewhere beyond the laboratory.
Celeste glanced toward the corridor.
“We are running out of time.”
She prepared an injection.
Claire recognized the dark liquid from Anna’s glass capsule.
“The final sample,” Claire said.
“Daniel refined it after the boat accident.”
“You said he was unstable.”
“He is. The sample can separate dominant memory patterns.”
“Then use it on him.”
“It requires a compatible neural anchor.”
Claire understood why she had been brought here.
Celeste intended to inject the sample into Claire while their brains were linked. The treatment would use Claire’s memories of Daniel to identify and strengthen his original identity.
But Malcolm’s memories could transfer in the opposite direction.
“If this fails,” Claire said, “what happens?”
“Daniel disappears.”
“And me?”
“You become the new host.”
Evelyn began striking the glass.
“Celeste, you promised she would survive!”
Claire looked at her mother.
“You knew about this.”
“I knew they needed your neural profile. I did not know they would bring you here.”
“You signed the consent.”
Evelyn did not deny it.
The betrayal settled inside Claire with terrible calm.
Her mother had helped create the forged authorization.
Celeste lifted the injector toward Claire’s IV.
The scene mirrored the ICU.
But this time, Claire was not completely helpless.
Sensation had returned to two fingers on her right hand.
She moved them against the bedrail.
Once.
Twice.
Daniel saw.
It was the childhood signal for distraction.
He stepped between Celeste and the bed.
“Move,” she ordered.
“No.”
Celeste activated his restraint.
Nothing happened.
Daniel had torn the implant wires from beneath his hospital shirt. Blood ran down his chest.
He seized Celeste’s wrist.
Just as Evelyn had done in the ICU.
Celeste screamed and dropped the injector.
Claire’s two moving fingers closed around it.
The laboratory door burst open.
Marcus rushed inside—not with the federal agents, but ahead of them.
He raised a gun.
“Daniel, step away from Claire.”
Daniel looked at the broken compass tattoo on Marcus’s wrist.
“Which one of us are you talking to?”
Marcus’s weapon trembled.
“To my father.”
Silence fell.
Daniel’s expression became Malcolm’s.
“Hello, son.”
Marcus lowered the gun by one inch.
That was enough.
Celeste pulled free and struck a control.
The neural transfer began.
Claire’s body arched against the restraints as memories that did not belong to her poured into her mind.
She saw Malcolm’s laboratory.
She saw Daniel’s boat.
She saw Marcus standing on the deck before the explosion.
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And she saw him push Daniel into the water.
👉 Claire entered the transfer believing Celeste had caused Daniel’s boating accident, but Daniel’s memory showed Marcus committing the final betrayal.
