86-Zachary

“The way to the peace is the red door. You can’t open the red door, unless you are chosen. Those who are not chosen, go through the green door and meet the gods,” Zachary says to the doctors.

“The formula only works on those who are chosen, otherwise they die,” Terry tells them.

“You understand him?” Hank asks. Terry nods.

“We need to make it lavender. Lavender is the key to the red door,” Zachary mixes to liquids together. “Not enough red, need more red.”

“There is nothing red,” one of the doctors say.

“The top of the red is best. Need 12 beats,” Zachary smiles at Terry.

“Blood, you need blood?” Terry asks.

“Twelve beats,” Zachary holds out a silver knife and his own hand.

“You need 12 drops of blood?” Hank asks.

“Beat, boom, boom, boom, boom,” Zachary tells them.

“Heartbeats, he needs 12 heart beats of his own blood,” Terry tells them.

“This would be so much easier if he wasn’t crazy,” Hank says.

“Only he who has the vision to hear, can taste the future I can feel,” Zachary says as