To say that Abigail was pissed was an understatement.
She was livid.
She knew something felt off when Taeyong was reluctant after his small meeting with Renjun at the police station.
But she could never put her finger on it exactly.
It seemed like she should've seen it coming, but she had wrongly put her trust in Lee Taeyong, and was receiving the backlash of it.
She couldn't fathom a reason for Taeyong for hating her.
"Why would he?" she pondered out loud, standing in her office, which was elevated high off of the ground, glass surrounding her on all four sides.
The night view of the city glowed lightly in the dark sky, her table lamp's light making her reflection clearer as she looked at the buildings below her.
She held a glass, filled with something she hoped would take the stress away.
She had no idea how long the boys were gone and how long Taeyong's had them. She knew of Lee Jeno and his situation, but she didn't know what Taeyong would want with a Defect that didn't have any powers. There was nothing but a war brewing.
A war that Taeyong wouldn't win.
Because Carthwrights don't ever lose.
She continued to stare out the window, looking at the lights that seemed to reflect the night sky, almost on a surface of a body of water that didn't seem like it could ever exist.
She squinted towards nothing, scrutinizing the reason of Taeyong's actions.
What could possibly?
They had a bond, almost like her and Renjun's, but something must've happened between the two.
She walked over to her desk, looking at the piles of paper she had requested form the Defect files.
She picked up a familiar folder, whose papers were beyond old.
The one thing that Abigail could give to the man that haunted her thoughts every second, was that he was at this for a long time.
She used to have Taeyong right in her hand. Much like Renjun was. Is.
She hadn't noticed the emotional severance the younger had placed when he had left the Clinic that day.
She could just remember the bright smiles that Taeyong would give her. But the worst part was the pain of it when he left.
. . .
Abigail smiled brightly at the young boy, patting his head softly.
"Our Taeyongie~ You're such a good boy for me," she let out, watching the boy play in the plants outside the Clinic.
She let her hand go onto the little boy's head again, patting the black hair that lay atop it.
His only response was to look back at her with his bright eyes and smile.
She returned it, sitting in the chair.
"Oh! Look what I found Ms. Abigail!" the child's voice rang out, running towards her on stumbly feet.
She smiled, looking at the small flower the boy had in his hand.
"Oh, it's so pretty! Just like our Taeyongie~" she let out, feeling her breath become shallow.
He smiled up at her, and ran back to the planter boxes to find more flowers.
She caught her breath, before turning her wrist until it was in front of her, checking the time.
She frowned, knowing that she was going to have to take Taeyong away from the flowers he loves.
"Sweetie~"
Taeyong whipped his head to face the woman who called for him. He saw Ms. Abigail lift her watch and immediately he pouted.
"I don't wanna," he said, looking at her with his big eyes, practically begging her silently.
"Taeyongie~" she paused, "they promised ice cream today!"
His pout immediately flipped, a wide smile on his face and Abigail almost swore she could see all of his teeth.
He dropped whatever he had had in his hand, and scrambled to Abigail, who was slowly standing up.
He grabbed her hand, trying to drag her more quickly into the Clinic.
She smiled lightly to herself, seeing the boy so enthusiastic. Her boy.
She didn't want to do this to him, but it was who he was, and what he was.
Taeyong had led her into the room, before jumping to sit on the table in the center of the room.
She had stayed at the door frame not wanting to disturb the doctors who were coming soon.
She just smiled lightly at him as he reflected her actions, before there was a sound of fabric and a gust of wind, before she saw the doctors in front of the boy.
She could feel her eyes starting to water, the emotion shocking herself.
She's seen this before. This wasn't the beginning, she tried telling herself, seeing the doctor's to roughly grab the small boy's arm.
She steeled herself against the emotion moving her heart.
That was the problem, she realized, her heart.
In the life that people were forced to have, that's the one thing she should've left behind when she came to oversee this laboratory.
She hated to see the men whose names she will never know, putting their hands on Taeyong, injecting substances meant to kill, and somehow the small boy has been able to survive.
Taeyong's big eyes caught her own where she stood frozen at the entrance of the door.
"Ms. Abigail!" he called for her, clearly in distress being surrounded by the strange men once again.
Abigail grit her teeth, not answering the boy.
Taeyong's cries were getting louder, making Abigail close her eyes, trying to get the boy's voice out of her head.
Needle sinking into skin.
Taeyong was wailing, his screams coming the back of his throat, not caring if he was making a scene.
It had never been this painful before.
Abigail slowly turned from the doorframe, walking away from the boy.
"Abigail!" his voice vibrating in her head, making her hold tight to what was the rest of her will to stay away from the boy.
"Abigail! No! Don't leave me here with them!"
She didn't respond.
"Abigail!"
. . .
"Abigail!"
The woman's head snapped from the memory to the person calling her name.
"What?" she asked, face muted, tone cold.
"What do you want us to do about Project Kkum?" the shivering man asked.
"Find. Them," the man looked up in shock, "No matter what."
She turned back to the reflection of herself and the lights of the city.
What possibly could make Taeyong mad enough to do this to me?
She already knew the answer, and she knew that Taeyong knew, but she never thought that Taeyong would hold that against her.
She's the one who gave him freedom.
The little brat should be thankful.
The man that she had spoken to hadn't left her office yet, shaking slightly at Abigail's cold stance as she turned to face him once more.
"And bring their leader to me."
She had some business to tend to.