David and Margaret were walking down the hallway, on their way to the medical lab. Entering the room, a man, older that David, walked over to him. “You must be David Addams.” He held out his hand. “I’m Dr. Mark Smith.” David continued to stare at him, noticing the man’s British accent, thick glasses, and ruffling hair, before Mark pulled his hand back. “Okay, so…” he glanced over at Margaret.

“Dr. Smith developed a neuro-enhancer serum that could help you with some of the memory fragments.” Margaret explained, as she gestured to the doctor.

“Right,” Mark guided them inside the lab, as David looked around. “Basically, the serum enhances the nerves of the brain, for example the hippocampus. It can enhance the recognition process of our brain, thus the release of suppressed memories.” David saw a chair in the middle of another room, with tables. “This might bring back some old memories, but I can assure you that it won’t take long.”

“I’ve heard that before.” David mumbled, as he removed his jacket, before taking a seat on the chair.

The doctor started to place wires on David’s temples, before the man noticed a window from above, where he could see Michael, Denise, and Kyle. Margaret walked over to him, as she crossed her arms. “This isn’t like the last time you were strapped to a chair, Addams.” She told him. “We’re trying to help you.”

“What do you think they told me when I was strapped to the chair?” David glanced at the woman, with soulless eyes.

Mark glanced at Margaret, before the man sighed. “Alright.” David faced him, as Mark held up a thick syringe. “This is the neuro-enhancer serum.” There was a dark green liquid inside the syringe. “You’re going to feel a little nauseous, before falling asleep.” He pointed at the monitors. “Whatever you see in your flashes, we’ll be able to see here. Though not as clear as how you’d see them, but enough to determine the scene.” He explained. “Is that okay with you?”

“Whatever.” David turned away, as he stared at the ceiling.

Mark turned to the window, where the others were still watching, before he walked closer to the chair. He injected the syringe on David’s neck, before slowly pulling it out. David did not wince nor flinch from the needle, as he took a deep breath. He eventually felt dizzy, as his visions blurred, before he closed his eyes. David took a whiff of the scent of burning wood, and salty air, before feeling faint. Mark, Margaret, and the others turn to the monitor, where they could see the flashes of memories through David’s eyes.

“Are you sure this is going to work, Doctor?” Margaret asked, as they stared at the black screen.

“Well, usually we use this memory serum for our neurological tests, Director.” Mark glanced at David, who was sleeping peacefully on the chair. “This is the first time we’re tried it to someone like him.”

Margaret sighed, deeply. “I sure hope this works.” She mumbled.

With a thud, they heart David’s heartbeat monitor rising, as he started flinching. They turned back to the screen, but they could not see anything. “Doc, why can’t we see anything?” From the window above, Michael ran out of the room, before the others followed him.

Mark walked over to the chair, where he saw David sweating. “It’s because even he couldn’t see anything.” Margaret frowned a bit, as she turned to the doctor. “But he could hear it…”

“What’s going on?” Michael and the others barged inside the room, as they saw David, struggling on the chair from the memories in his mind.

“Then what is he hearing?” Margaret asked, before Mark went to the electroencephalography machine.

Mark read the data from David’s mind, before he frowned, while slowly turning back to the group. “Gunshots.”

In David’s mind, through the eyes of his four-year-old self, he slowly went out from under bed covers, before looking around the bedroom. On a cabinet, there was a mirror, where he could see himself as a child, while covered in blood from head to toe. The boy started crying, quietly, before turning away from the mirror. David walked over to the door, where he could see trails of blood, leading through the hallway. At the end of the hallway, there he saw his parents on the ground. At the bottom of the stairs were his siblings, dead.

Hearing the creaks of the floorboards, fear raced through little David’s mind, as he ran to the other hallway. He heard men shouting to catch him, as he ran with his two short legs. He turned to the next hallway, before running down the other flight of stairs. At the last few steps, he trips and stumbles down to the ground. He heard multiple footstep running down the stairs, before he struggled to get back up to his feet, continuing to run.

Young David managed to burst through the door out of the mansion, before running through the backyard. Across the fence from their yard is the shoreline to the beach. David ran as fast as he could, while glancing back to his shoulder, where he saw a group of men chasing after him. The boy ran, ran as fast as his tiny legs could go, until he saw a bridge. He hid behind the foundations, before catching his breath. He heard the faint sound of the men’s footsteps, before David bolted towards the waters. Before he could swim away, a pair of meaty hands grabbed his blood soaked shirt. He struggled to break free, but the man placed a cloth over his face.

David jolted awake from his chair, surprising Margaret and the others. He smacked Mark’s hands away, before he ran to the nearest corner of the room. “David!” Michael called him, panicking from David’s reaction, before he raised his hand towards the dazed man. “David, calm down. It’s us.” David growled, while staring at the group.

“Get the tranquilizers.” Margaret ordered, but Michael waved at them.

“No, don’t.” Michael turned back to the David, with an easing gesture. “You’re safe.” He said, calmly. “You’re safe, David.” David stared at Michael, while gazing at the others, before he took deep breaths to calm himself down. “That’s right. You’re okay.” The man assured him. “No one’s going to hurt you here.”

David sighed, deeply, before removing the pads on his chest. He threw it to the ground, before turning to Margaret, wearily. “Are we done?”

Margaret stared at him for a moment, before giving a nod. “We’re done for today.” She said, before David walked out of the room.

The others turned back to the monitor, where Mark was replaying the memory shown from David’s mind. They saw multiple faces of the men that caught him. However, what struck them the most is that young David saw his own family slaughtered with their blood on him. Michael looked down, before staring at the door from where David marched out.

David slammed his door shut, as he stumbled down at the edge of his bed. He sat on the floor, as he stared at his shaking hands. Flashes of memories from after the men caught him came to his mind, as he heard faint screams of his own voice. His four-year-old voice. David clutched his head, tightly, as he groaned. He then heard a knock on his door, but he could not feel his own legs working. Another knock came, before the door opened. Michael ran over to him, before kneeling in front of the man in pain.

“David.” Michael grabbed his shoulder, as David struggled to calm his breathing. “Hey, come on. Take a deep breath with me.” He instructed. “Inhale.” David took a deep breath. “Exhale.” He released the breath, before they repeated the same sequence for a few seconds, until Michael could see that David was slowly calming down. “Okay.” Michael sighed, in relief. David leaned back on his bedpost, as he stared at Michael, who still had a worried look on his face.

David finally realized the situation, before he pushed Michael away. “Leave.” He tried getting up from the floor.

“David.” Michael wanted to help him up, but David managed to get back up to his feet, while turning away from the man. He sighed, before giving a nod. “Call me if you need anything, okay?” he said, before he slowly left the room. David glanced at the door, staring from where Michael left, before he sighed, deeply, shaking his head.