Here we go, the last little bit of my very sad story. I was thinking, maybe I could kill someone else for a change in another story like After or The Return or that one musical story my friend challenged me to write. Grr. I just need to think of a plot… Yeah. Anyway. Anything, Phineas Part Three.

"Hi! My name is Phineas! What your name?"

Those were the first words I heard from an energetic little four-year-old with a triangular head and bright eyes.

He scared me at first.

How could all that energy exist in one person?

Especially a person that small.

I'd always known Phineas was short for his age, I just didn't think it would be an issue.

It never stopped him from doing the impossible.

"Honey, Ferb doesn't talk to people."

That didn't stop him of course.

"Hey Ferb! I know what we're gonna do today!"

He taught me to see the world differently.

He showed me the stars like I'd never seen them before.

And for once, I had someone who looked at me with admiration and awe shining through his eyes.

"Wow, Ferb! That was amazing!"

He didn't get it.

He was the one who was amazing.

Everything I did was just to be around someone so full of life that he could triumph over death itself.

That's what I used to think.

The first time I saw him cry, it scared me.

He had fallen down and cut his knee, and it was bleeding all over the place.

But still, he tried to smile at me through his pain.

"It's okay, Phineas," I said.

Those were the first words I ever said to him.

They made him instantly stop crying and smile at me, his bright, amazing smile.

"I knew you could do it!"

He always knew I could do it.

And I took it for granted that he would always be there to see me do it.

I held his hand as he struggled to breathe. I had never noticed just how small he really was. He was a lot shorter than me, and he weighed practically nothing. Whenever he tried to anchor a bunch of balloons with his weight, I had to hold onto him to keep him from floating away. Of course, to Phineas, a 'bunch of balloons' was around thirty. Not that it made a huge difference to a normal person. I felt how cold his hand was getting and checked the heart monitor again, watching as the jumps became further and further apart.

Phineas was dying.

"Get a doctor in here now." I demanded. The nurse looked at me from the doorway.

"I'm afraid all the doctors are busy right now." She said. I glared at her.

"Do it now." I told her in a calm, low voice that suggested violence if she didn't comply. Something in my face must have scared her, because she took off down the hall like someone was chasing her. I ignored Candace, Isabella, and Baljeat's stunned looks and turned back to my little brother, gently brushing a lock of red hair off his forehead. "It's okay, Phineas." I said softly. The little boy opened his eyes slowly, looking up at me with a tired expression. "you'll be okay." I said again, as much for his benefit as for mine. "Just think about what we're going to be doing tomorrow." Phineas frowned and I realized that we hadn't done anything today. I laughed. "Don't worry, we can build two things tomorrow. Three if it will make you happy." Phineas tried to smile at me through his pain, just like he always had when he got hurt when we were kids. I squeezed his hand. "Just rest. The doctor's coming." I fell silent, and Phineas kept his eyes on my face.

"F…Fer…Ferb…" He breathed. I leaned in closer to hear him. "Ferb…" He breathed again, then his eyes closed. Panicked, I shook him gently.

"Phineas? Phineas?" My eyes searched his face for a sign. His finger squeezed mine for a moment.

"Carpe…diem…" He whispered, and then he went limp.

The sound that came after that will haunt my dreams until I die.

So I killed Phineas twice in a row. Not bad, if I do say so myself. But because I'm not completely cruel, I will be including a part four so you people can have some closure. REVIEW!