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Nothing But Lies

Chapter 4

I woke up screaming in pain. There was fire all around me. Metal shards were digging into my skin and my whole body was on fire. I felt Raf on the other side of the bond. He was screaming, too.

Where were we? I tried to see through his eyes and when I did I found a new version of horror. His face was on fire. He was burning alive. I looked around, but all I could see was crumpled burning metal and... a window. That's right; I was in a car with Mira and Raf. We were running away because- No, I can't think about that now. I have to save Raf.

I looked to my other side and saw Raf with his face burning. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him toward the window, which had shattered from the heat. Only to be stopped by his seatbelt.

I frantically ripped his seatbelt off and pulled him forward. The minicons were still attached to our backs so I didn't have to worry about them, but Mira was a different story. I dragged Raf through the broken window and to a safe distance away from the fire before turning and limping back. I needed to find Mira, assuming she was still alive. I got to my bloody knees and prepared to crawl back through the window.

Then, the car exploded. I felt the heat burn my face and the shrapnel pierced my stomach and my shoulder. I was thrown backwards, but not far. "Mira!" I yelled, she was still in there. Warnings flashed across my vision.

Primary Systems Failing. Counterpart System Failing

Action Advised: Full System Shut Down and Self-Repair

Accept? Yes or No

"Y-yes." I managed to croak out. Then, the darkness washed over me and brought me into blissful oblivion.

Unknown Time. Unknown Place. Mira's P.O.V.

I had swerved away from the truck so fast I hadn't been able to stop the car from rolling. I had been flung forward through the windshield and landed on the ground. I had heard a sickening snap as my arm had struck the ground. Sharp flashes of pain came if I tried to move my arm. Ignoring this, I got up and ran toward the wreckage of the car. As I got closer I heard screaming, horrible screams of pure agony, coming from the wreckage of the car. I ran forward, but I wasn't fast enough to get there before it exploded.

I heard sirens in the distance. I walked slowly around the wreckage and saw them laying on the ground away from the wreckage. I ran forward and saw that their clothes were on fire. I acted quickly. I pulled off my singed coat, wincing as it slid off my bad arm, and began to put out the fire.

I didn't want to look at their faces in order to assess the damage. The ones I had seen through the years, the only smiles I had seen in all my years of spying on M.E.C.H. I looked anyway and tried not to cry at the horror before me.

Raf's face had almost been entirely burned off. The metal just beneath his skin showing, like a skeleton. I checked his bones. None of them were broken but there were third-degree burns all over his body. Then the metal moved. His face began to shift and the metal expanded outward replacing the burned skin, moving it away, and fading to the same color as the skin had been before, healing over any imperfections or burns. This began to happen all over his body.

I felt relief and horror fill me when I looked over at Sam and saw the same thing happening to her. I was relieved that they were going to be okay.

'What have they done to these poor children!?' I couldn't help, but think, despite the fact that it had just saved their lives.

I couldn't help that this had happened to them. I had been assigned to spy on M.E.C.H, not rescue M.E.C.H.'s twisted version of a science project. I had cared for them as best I could and tried to be a friend, but I had no responsibility for them. I heard yelling in the distance and realized that the semi-driver had stopped. He hadn't seen them yet, but he would. Great, now I have to explain how I had managed to drag two unconscious "teenagers" from a burning car wreak and have them come out without any cuts or burns.

By now the only sign they had ever been in the wreck was the burned clothes. I pulled them behind a larger rock and began to limp toward the driver. He was wearing a blue and red plaid shirt and blue jeans. He had black hair and deep, caring blue eyes. He looked relieved that I was alive and then looked concerned when he saw the blood soaking through my shirt sleeve.

"Are you all right? I called 911." His deep voice was as kind as his eyes.

"Yes, I think my arm is broken, but other than that and a few cuts and buns, I'm fine. I don't need to go to a hospital." I said, "I'm going to be fine." I muttered the last bit mostly to myself.

The people at the Pentagon would know if I checked into a hospital. Then, they would want a full report and would probably find out what I had done.

I had mentioned that there was a pair of twins living at the M.E.C.H base and that they didn't know what M.E.C.H.'s true purpose was. I couldn't bring myself to mention who their father was or what M.E.C.H. had done to them. They would become a science experiment all over again. I don't care how much the government says they're different, they'd lock those kids up the second they found out what they were.

"Why would you not need a hospital? You're hurt." The driver was pretty insistent. I heard sirens in the distance and wished I could run. "Look I don't need to go to a hospital, Mr.?"

"Orion.", He answered.

'Weird name', I thought

"You need to go to a hospital." He said and he reached forward to grab the arm that wasn't hurt. I ducked and tried to run, but I tripped and fell landing on my bad arm. I cried out in pain and clutched at my arm, but that only made it hurt worse. I saw the ambulance pull up and the doctors jumped out. One ran over to the truck driver, and the other two ran to my side with a stretcher.

I was lifted onto the stretcher and I tried to protest. I looked over and saw that one of the paramedics had seen the twins. He was yelling and another paramedic jumped out of the truck and ran over. I was pulled into the ambulance and I closed my eyes.

'This is not good. This is so not good.' I thought as the lack of blood took its toll and I slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

Raf's P.O.V.

When I woke up all I saw was a blurry mass like when the computer glitches and the screen goes to random pixels. I freaked out because usually I had excellent vision, even when I've just woken up. I heard voices around me. People commenting about how lucky I was.

Something was missing... Sam! Where was she? I located her through our bond. She was right next to me. I heard her moan as she woke up. Then she freaked out. I heard a fist connect with some unlucky persons face. I looked through her eyes and saw that we were in a vehicle. 'Sam, I can't see. Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Where are we? Where's Mira?' I belted out question after question as my brain malfunctioned.

'I'm fine. I activated our self-repair systems. I didn't even know that we had those. I think wer in a.. what's it called... Anna balance or something like that. I woke up and they were trying to cut my shirt off. I think they were trying to see my wings. I don't know where we are or where Mira is. Why can't you see? Did you run a self-diagnostic? I think Mira might be in the other, um, thingy. I knocked out the people who were trying to see my wings. There are more people up front, though.'

I kind of tuned her out after she answered my questions. She had a thing for blubbering on when she was scared. I ran a self-diagnostic as I reached out and tried to grab blindly at her hand. She reached out and held it. The information flashed clearly across my blurry vision, at least that part of my vision worked.

Major Damage To Primary Systems Has Been Repaired

All Damage To Counterpart Systems Has Been Repaired

Optical Sensors Were Unable To Be Repaired Without Manual Action

Miniature Recon. Unit#1/Download Is Undamaged But Requires Recharge Period Of Two To Five Weeks

Miniature Recon. Unit#1/Download's Counterpart, Miniature Recon. Unit#2/Terra-Byte Is Undamaged But Requires Recharge Period Of Two To Five Weeks

Main Systems Fully Functional

Power: 34%

Metal Ratio: 84% Wait, What! The last time I checked I was only like 63% metal!

"Sam, I ran a diagnostic. It says I'll need to do a manual repair on my eyes. Did yours..."

"Yup. I'm now 84% metal. The metal we had is spread out, because we lost most of our human parts in the crash. I've checked, we also assimilated some metal from the car wreck. I'm more machine then I am human." Sam said and I could tell she was upset.

She had gone into shutdown after she had heard about dad. I had listened as Mira told me her story. She was a government spy and she was supposed to be spying on M.E.C.H., but over the years she had become friends with our mom and mom had found out Mira's secret.

Mom had asked Mira to protect us. So, she was taking us to a small remote town in the middle of nowhere. We were supposed to go to school and pretend to be normal teenagers. Even if we were almost 10. I looked about 14 or 15 and she looked 13 or 14. I researched school and found out about what happened there and how it all worked in a matter of seconds. It all seemed rather terrible.

Mira had told me to get some recharge and that she would explain more when I woke up.

She hadn't had the chance. I had woken up in unbearable pain. I had felt the way my skin burned, I had felt the way Sam had dragged me form the burning wreckage even when she herself was in pain. I should have been proud of my 'baby' sister, but instead I felt anger. 'What was she thinking?!'

After I had passed out she must have activated this 'self-repair system'. I was worried about the fact that she wasn't aware of this program. We knew all the software in our systems like the back of our hands, having programed most of them ourselves, but this one seemed to have created itself. I would have to think about that later.

I felt the vehicle pull to a stop and Sam's grip on my hand tensed as she readied herself for a fight. I realized that despite all our training she had never actually hurt anyone besides knocking them unconscious.

I could fight because I had heat sensors that would tell me where people were, but that wouldn't help if they had weapons. I heard the doors on the back open and she lunged forward. I heard a panicked yelp and a punch land home. Then a prick of pain came from her and I felt her grasp on consciousness slip.

"Sam! What happened! Are you okay?" I knew she couldn't hear me. I felt my way toward her heat signature which was surrounded by several others. I stumbled and fell from the vehicle. I winced as I collided with the ground and received a scrape on my cheek.

I reached out and checked her pulse. Our pulses went twice as fast as a normal human being because of the metal implants in our hearts. Her pulse was fine. I tried to look at the other people who were surrounding us. They hadn't attacked me so I didn't think they were going to hurt me now. I heard whispers and I tuned in to them.

"He's blind... I believe they're related...They seem fine..." and so on. Finally, I 'saw' one of them lean down next to me. The person was a girl. I could tell from her body size.

"Hi, my name is Lauren Batcher. Can you see? Is this your sister? How old are you?" she asked gently, as kind as she was, I was still paranoid about 'nice' people. I had known that my dad wasn't a good man and I hadn't been the least bit surprised when I was told that he was a terrorist. He had always treated Sam better because she was oldest.

I had worried about her for the longest time and was almost relieved when she walked in on Dad yelling at me. The news would have hit her a lot harder if she hadn't known about Dad's other side. She was still all fun and games, when it came to her attitude toward the world and so was I, but not when it came to her. I would protect her with my life no matter what she said about not needing anyone to protect her.

"I'm blind, and no. She's my best friend and cousin. I'm 15 and she's 14." I hoped my lie would be convincing. I couldn't see her face and my lie detecting systems wouldn't work without a visual, so I wouldn't know whether or not she was leading to a trap.

"Her mom and my aunt was taking us on a trip and we crashed. My aunt's name is Mira. Is she okay?" I cursed myself for such a lame lie, but Lauren said, "I think I know where your aunt is. she was in the other ambulance. She has a broken arm, a concussion, mild blood loss, and some 2nd degree burns. Other than that she's fine. Would you like to, uh, see her? No offense. Your cousin will come around in few minutes. We gave her a shot when she attacked us."

"None taken. I'd love to, um, 'see' her. Sorry about my cousin. She freaked out when she woke up and attacked the people. She's a good fighter." Wow, I think that's the first sentence I've said so far that hasn't been a complete lie.

Considering that the only people I've ever met have been terrorists, a government spy, and my mom; I was doing pretty well in my first conversation with a normal human. I saw her heat signature move away and I took that as a signal to follow. I picked up my twin effortlessly as I began to follow.

"Can you leave your cousin here? We need to examine her." I heard one of the people protest.

"She knocked out three of your guys. I think she'll be fine."

I heard Lauren laugh and then she said, "Do you need help carrying her? She has to be heavy."

"No, I'm stronger than I look." It was true, I didn't look like much. I didn't have huge muscles and I wasn't as tall as a '14-year-old' should have been, but they had upgraded Sam's body so she would be able to fly. She was lighter than 80 pounds, even with the metal bones and implants.

I followed her through a set of doors and then lost her in a sea of other heat signatures. I panicked. I had never been around so many people before. There were people randomly milling about, running around, and rushing people around on beds. I knew that it was a medical facility. I had guessed that when Lauren was listing off Mira's injury.

I felt someone grab my put their hand on my shoulder. "This way." Lauren. I let her lead me to a separate area of the facility where it was less busy. "First time in a hospital?" I quickly searched the term and found out that a hospital was an emergency medical facility. That must be what this building was. I wondered what it looked like.

"No." I lied quickly, "My eyes." I hoped that it was the right answer. I could feel her nodding, via the slight vibrations in the air. I was about to respond when she quickly said, "Yes, your eyes." If I hadn't been carrying my sister, I would have collapsed with relief when I realized that I had nearly revealed that I wasn't entirely 'blind'.

I began to navigate by the sound of her footsteps alone because almost everything else in the hall radiated heat and I kept bumping into things. Finally she came to a stop and I heard the click of a door opening.

"Raf! Are you alright? What happened to Sam?" I was greeted by Mira's panicked voice as I entered the room. "Put your cousin on the bed and then you can, um, 'see' your aunt." Lauren said and she lead me over to a bed and I set Sam down, "No offense."

"Again, none taken." I said smoothly, as if I were used to being blind.

The second I set Sam down I was pulled into a firm one-armed hug. "Aunt?" Mira whispered questioningly into my ear.

"Yeah, just play along. Sam is your daughter, I'm your nephew, and she's one year younger than me." I whispered back I was about to pull away when I remembered something important, "Oh yeah and I'm blind at the moment." I chuckled as I imagined her shocked expression.

"Sam's alright, Aunt Mira. They had to knock her out. She freaked out when she woke up and began to attack the doctors." I said louder, "This is Lauren..."

"Dr. Batcher to you, young man." Oops, I had forgotten about the 'Kids are only supposed to call adults by their last names' thing. Um, yeah. "Sorry, Dr. Batcher."

"Your daughter is going to be fine, Mrs. Mira. In the meantime, you have a visitor, a Mr. Fowler." I heard Mira groan.

Sam shifted and I walked over to her. "Easy, Sam." I whispered through the bond as I helped her sit up, I quickly briefed her on my discoveries over the past few minutes.

A minute later, I heard the door slam open and a man's voice, "Doctor, may I please talk to Mira in private. I'm a good friend of her husband."

I heard footsteps and the moment the door clicked shut the yelling started, "Agent Thomas! What are you doing. You're supposed to be spying on that terrorist group, whatever it's called. Oh, you brought the children, too. Directly after we told you not to!" His voice calmed down a little. "I'm glad that you did though."

"He's 6 feet tall, dark skin, grossly over-weight, black hair, and he has a ridiculously short tie. His weight shifts slightly to the right when he lies. He wasn't lying when he said that he was glad that she saved us from Dad." I listened to her commentary on this Mr. Fowler. I didn't need it.

I had already hacked into the pentagon and found out everything about this Fowler. I found out that he was a liaison to a super top-secret project. I didn't bother with that, despite my intense curiosity. I got pictures and all his personal info. He was 42, a major patriot, unmarried, he used to be a BlackOp, and had a recently renewed pilot's license.

I tuned back into the conversation that Fowler and Mira were having.

"...can't have any contact with their mother. They'll need to be given to an adoptive family and go to school. I know a place where they can live, it's even more remote than the place you've chosen. I'll get them into a family there." Agent Fowler was saying.

"Where is this town exactly?"

"Jasper, Nevada"

Hey. I just did a major edit on this, and I will start with the other chapters soon. Feel free to review.