Blind chapter coming at ya, people and by that I mean I have absolute no idea where this chapter is going to go. I hinted towards upcoming events in the last chapter but I'm a bit on the skeptical side that I'll stay true to my word. I'm also running on pure adrenaline. I haven't gone to sleep in a day or so, so I'm jumpy and a bit scatter brained right now. If I get positive reviews to this chapter I am going to conclude that even as spacey as I am while completely jazzed at the same time, I'm still a capable writer. Now let me prove something to myself. Enjoy this next chapter of Monster.
~Rolyn~
Warning: Possibly a tad, very small smidge of violence.
"I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world from turning into a monster and eating us alive."
Chapter Nine: Ya Get What Ya Need
"So Mr. Hayden is the man who was friends with your father?" Alex asked. Misty simply nodded as they strolled in time down one of the wide hallways of the Hayden estate. Everything was finally settled late that evening. It was well past midnight, although most of the estate's occupants were far from tired. The day had been eventful and tomorrow offered some promise. Misty was just glad everything was finally calm…for now at least.
Rooms had been assigned and it set in that this was home now for a ragtag group of misfit, homeless metahuman. Now Alex hadn't been living on the streets for long, but she was glad that she was here now and that all her efforts in finding Misty weren't in vein. There were times she was disheartened, believing she was chasing after a false promise made by two grade school children, but Misty had remained true to her word, down to the last detail. Alex was thankful for that.
She was also thankful that the ginger had given her friends a chance. Alex never had friends growing up. For the first five years of her life her father had been her friend and her mother…she actually loved her mother back then. She didn't think that kind of love was revocable. She still couldn't exactly believe it, but with the way the woman acted now, Alex wasn't quick to trust anymore…but…she could make an exception for May, Rolyn and Dawn. May was nothing but kind and Rolyn automatically treated her like family. Dawn was a sweet thing…kind of shy and new to the life of metahuman, but sweet and likeable nonetheless. Alex was even warming up to Jason despite their not so friendly first impressions of one another. All in all, she found that despite the minuscule time she knew this group…she felt there couldn't be anyone she could trust more.
And then there was the new people in her life. Alex liked Ash so far. He was funny and kind in the most welcoming way. He seemed to lack the mental instability that usually accompanied being a part of the metahuman race. He was normal…as normal as he could get at least. Misty was ultimately her best friend so she had nothing to worry about in matters concerning the ginger, but her teammate…Drew, he could be a little less of a total stuck up bitch. Alex was sure by the glares he had thrown her way that he had her thinking about how much of a prissy little punk he was. Her thoughts on him haven't changed thus far.
Then there was the silent one. He intrigued Alex the most. He was packing powers that would be in a classic comic book superhero's arsenal. He was fast and he was strong and he was almost invulnerable…almost because electricity seemed to be his only weakness that Rolyn had easily revealed. Despite his massive strength that enable him to pick up people as though they weighed less than air, he was lean and tall - Alex would call him lanky - with a boyish, emotionless face.
"What's up with the tall guy on your team?" Alex had cut Misty off, completely unaware that the redhead had been talking this entire time. Misty looked caught off guard by the question and pursed her lips as she shrugged.
"Aden?" Misty tried to confirm. Alex shrugged as well before nodding. She didn't exactly keep tabs on his name. "Oh, he's mute." Misty explained in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I figured as much." Alex said flatly. "Anything else?"
"Why do you wanna know?" Misty asked right back. Now it was Alex's turn to be caught off guard by a question. She blinked bright pink eyes before turning away from Misty, staring blankly on ahead. "He was the first metahuman outside of family Darren allowed into his home." Misty explained, letting Alex off the hook from her question. "Drew said that Aden lived on the streets most of his life and had a traumatic experience that has had him mute ever since, Although when we're practicing together and Drew telepathically links us, Aden speaks to us that way. Outside of training Drew and Darren are the only ones to speak to Aden because they are telepaths."
"So he never talks?" Misty shook her head. "Never ever?" Misty shook her head again and Alex sighed.
"Ash has been trying to get him to say something for months now. The best he's been able to do is get Aden to crack a smile which is also very rare." Misty breathed. "I feel bad for him. For something so bad to happen to you as a child that you refuse to speak is really sad."
"We've all had our traumas…" Alex murmured.
"And we all handle them differently. Our coping mechanisms differ by our stability or the severity and conditions of the situation you are trying to cope with. Aden went mute as a child…when children face traumatic matters, the scars last for ages."
"I know that…"
"I'm pretty sure each and every one of us under this roof have something horrible from our past that effects how we are now." Misty said solemnly.
"Not May…" Alex murmured.
"Hmm?" Misty furrowed her brow.
"May seems…fine…like Ash. Nothing really seems to bother her unless it's in that moment. She's always so calm and level headed. Over the short amount of time I've known her she seemed like the axis we all revolved around – Rolyn, Jason, Dawn and me…we all listen to her because she seems to know best and she seems…happy."
"Maybe that's her coping mechanism." Misty pointed out.
"I don't follow…" Alex said slowly.
"You said she's always calm and collected and she seems like the axis of everything…maybe she is forcing herself to remain calm and looks out for everyone else's asses because she's coping with something…I dunno…maybe she was abandoned in the past…maybe there was a time she was so lost that she needed someone like the girl you see now."
"I dunno…" Alex muttered. "Maybe…"
"And just so you know, Ash isn't fine. He acts the way he does for a reason…a reason I do not have the right to give you, but if he wants to tell you then you'll know." Misty said lowly as she paused her walking. Alex just nodded. "This is your room right here…over time you can make it into whatever. You should see what I did to my room with the allowance Mr. Hayden gives us."
"Allowance?"
"We all get one here. You'll probably start getting one too." Misty smiled.
"How much do you guys usually get?" Alex couldn't help but ask.
"Half a grand per week." Misty said with a slightly lopsided smile. Alex's brow shot up as she leaned back against the door of her new room.
"Five hundred a week?"
"Sometimes he deducts allowance when we fail to finish our chores or our training isn't to his liking…other than those times, Mr. Hayden is quite generous." Misty explained with a nod.
"Where does he get the money to give out that kind of allowance…or own this secluded estate…or have a high tech bunker in his basement for that matter." Alex all but snapped. Her curiosity about Darren Hayden's funding had finally reached it's peak. The man was a metahuman, granted that his powers didn't cause any physical deformations, but practically every metahuman in American was documented and accounted for. Because of this, it was difficult for a member of the evolved human race to obtain a job, better yet a job that had such posh benefits.
"I don't know what Mr. Hayden does mainly but he has a lot of stocks and shares of different companies, plus he's saved up money for years now." Misty said with a shrug. Darren didn't really divulge his subordinates in his work and they didn't ask about it.
"That's another thing!" Alex said quickly. "They guy looks no more than twenty three at best and yet he has a seventeen year old son?" Alex was pretty sure she wasn't the only one to noticed Darren's young – not to mention significantly handsome – appearance.
"Mr. Hayden…he doesn't age." Misty murmured.
Alex's eyes widened. "W-What?"
"Well he ages very slowly. It has to do with being a telepath. I mean Drew is seventeen yes and he looks it, but his aging is bound to slow down as well." Misty added with an affirming. "Mr. Hayden is actually well past his prime…not even Drew knows how old his father is."
"Are you telling me this guy could be like a century old?" Alex whispered harshly, her words coming out with a slight hiss. Misty shrugged her shoulders. She really didn't understand why Mr. Hayden aged so slowly. She thought it was another power all together but the fact that slowed or completely halted in most; if not all telepaths proved that the youthfulness was stemmed from the ability.
"I'd rather not talk about this anymore…I mean the walls literally have ears. Both Drew and Mr. Hayden keep telepathic tabs on the entire house." Misty said with an affirming nod. Alex's mouth twisted with distaste. "As the only female at the time I had to beg Mr. Hayden for some form of privacy. He put up mental barriers in my mind that I can lift or lower…maybe you and your friends should ask for the same."
"Yea…" Alex murmured.
Downstairs in the massive kitchen, the friends Misty were speaking of we gathered, most of them nibbling on whatever snacks Ash had offered before going along his way to take a bath and go to bed. He claimed he was tired and as much as he didn't want to be a stick in the mud like Drew – who fled to the confines of his room the minute his father dismissed them all – he was still tired and needed his beauty sleep. Aden remained seated in the corner of the kitchen keeping tabs on the new house guests as ordered telepathically by Darren.
"I almost forgot what it was like to take an actual shower with warm water and a drain." Rolyn sighed stretching her arms over her head, letting the teal colored t-shirt she had borrowed from Misty along with a pair of flannel pajama bottoms to sleep in ride up due to their difference in chest sizes. Jason leaned forward on his stool one down from her – Dawn remained wedged between them - getting an eye full.
"It does feel good to actually be clean." May had been offered a night shirt by Aden and because the boy was so tall, the shirt fit perfectly as a dress that went to her knees. It was plain; no graphics, just a plain midnight black. Dawn also wore one of Aden's shirts and it was even bigger on her smaller frame. It was purple in color. "So this is home now…"
"Looks like it." Jason sighed. His response was silence and he looked between the brunette and her ivory haired accomplice for confirmation. "This is our home now…right?"
"You talk as though your word has leeway." Rolyn chided.
"Yea and you talk like a bitch who needs to get laid." He retorted sharply. Rolyn gasped, her eyes immediately darting to Dawn. The twelve year old was as innocent as innocent gets and yet he decides to talk with such vulgarity as though it were common.
"Jason, that was rude." May said with a disapproving shake of her head.
"Sorry…" He murmured. If May disapproved, he had certainly done something wrong.
"Oh you're gonna be sorry." Rolyn hissed, leaning towards him from behind Dawn he seemed oblivious to the world around her as she took another bite out of the sandwich Aden had prepared for her when she had whined about craving a sandwich and not just simple snacks. "Sleep with one eye open."
"I planned on getting into your bed and doing anything but sleeping so you don't need to worry." Jason leered and Rolyn groaned before snapping her silver gaze to the counter top. May sighed in exasperation while rolling eyes but she smiled despite herself. Jason and Rolyn surely were amusing with this…odd chemistry between them that appeared to be hostility but at the same time it had the traits of a special bond. May wasn't so blind that she didn't notice the quick glances Rolyn sent the boy's way. She just hoped Jason didn't end up hurting her.
"The two of you are sure to run Mr. Hayden ragged." May said firmly. "Don't ruin this for us and have him kick us back out on the streets because you can't talk to one another without arguing like an old married couple." At that analogy, Rolyn scoffed and Dawn giggled.
And then the atmosphere suddenly became heavier. Dawn's brow twitched as her laughter died, Rolyn pressed her lips together and Aden straight up left the room completely. No more than a couple of seconds later did a familiar head of lettuce colored hair come into sight. The tension that followed the boy wherever he went seeped into the kitchen and seized everyone that sat at the kitchen island. May frowned. She didn't like the way Drew's presence caused a change in those around him.
He just stood there within the wide threshold to the kitchen, his focus obviously on the only four occupants of the kitchen; or rather one in particular. His eyes locked on the brunette and his head cocked to the side. He had been doing some thinking for about an hour now…well he thought of more than another person than himself or an enemy for an hour so this was a feat for him. He thought about what his father had said about his comparison between May and his mother. He thought about the brunette's explanation of her powers and his father's explanation as well.
Over the course of that long hour he had come to the conclusion that he need to take action. His father had claimed to try and understand his mother but failed…probably getting caught up with his infatuation with her and lost his focus. Drew decided to follow in his father's footsteps and succeed where the older man had failed. He'd crack the code that was May's mind because he would rather die than have her be the limit to his powers. His abilities should not stop in its ascend in level just because her mind was a mess that needed to be picked through like garbage.
She wouldn't get the best of him.
"May," Drew addressed. The brunette blinked blind eyes in surprise. She had been under the impression that Drew wanted nothing to do with her, especially after their mock battle earlier that evening. He had left the Orb in a huff, disappearing completely until just now. She both felt regretful and proud that she had been able to wound his pride. As much as she hated transferring pain to other people, she had found the ability quite handy in a fight and that's what May had been engaged in…a fight…the guy threw her into a wall for heaven sakes!
"Yes?" May responded to the call of her name. She received no more than a gesture for her to follow him. She shifted on her stool, hesitating as he began to slowly walk away with the full expectation that she was going to follow. After exchanging looks with Rolyn, Dawn and Jason, May hopped down from her stool and went to catch up with the young telepath.
He led her down the hall and into the drawing room where all the explaining happened earlier that day. Now the room was darker without sunlight filtering through the tall windows and only dimmed lamps lighting it up. Drew took a seat on the nearest couch and gestured for May to do the same. Once again she hesitated but eased herself into the seat nonetheless.
"In my haste to deal with other matters earlier on, I failed to congratulate on proving your cleverness on the battlefield." He said with a crooked smile. It was a smile May knew was far from genuine. She had seen many smiles on this boy's face throughout the day…all of them were contemptuous or bordering on the line of a conniving smirk or sneer.
"It was just a mock battle…" May murmured.
"Of course…" Drew responded sharply.
There was heavy silence between the pair before May sighed and brought clouded over eyes to meet bright green ones.
"There a reason you brought me here?" She finally asked. She didn't exactly want to spend more time than she needed to with Drew. This wasn't the same guy she had seen in her vision upon her arrival at the estate. The boy in that vision was gentle…kind and understanding. The boy in front of her was prideful, uncouth and disdainful. Maybe for the first time one of her visions were wrong…
"Yes there is." Drew said folding his hands in his lap. "You're ability to see into the future fascinates me…" That much was true. "I've never come across a case where such an ability has handicapped my telepathy."
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." May said dryly with a roll of blind eyes. Drew chuckled behind closed lips. Despite her less than significant personality, she truly was amusing.
"I'm not complaining." He said quickly with a shake of his head. May perked a brow, thinking otherwise. "Like I said, your ability is fascinating and potentially powerful."
This was where May became confused. "How can random hops into the future be powerful?" She asked quietly. It was the same question she had asked herself on many occasions.
"Well without control I guess it can seem like a pretty bland power…but if you could control those hops into the future – get your minds contents in order you could have an advantage that every man on earth would covet." Drew ignored the voice in his mind that muttered about him envying the ability the most.
"I guess…" May murmured with a shrug. "But I can't control it so, oh well."
"Ah, but what if you could?" Drew said quickly. "I am willing to help you gain control of this power along with your telekinesis as well if you allow me to study this…vision seeing." He offered. That was it. He was setting his cards on the table and throwing caution to the wind. He watched her expression carefully, tempted to slip into her mind only to be reminded that he'd likely come out with nothing.
"You'd help me?" She spoke in a hushed tone now as though she were too shocked to speak normally. Drew simply nodded and she released a breath as a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. Drew was caught off guard. Her smile was bright…heartwarming and hopeful. He's never seen a smile like hers before. "I dunno what to say…"
"It would be marvelous if you agreed." He was getting impatient now but he refused to let it show.
"Yes! Yes! If there's a chance I can control this power, I'm going to seize it so I agree." She said excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat. Maybe Drew wasn't so much of a prick after all and maybe her vision would come true.
"Excellent." Drew forced a smile. "We'll start as soon as possible."
"Thank you." May said quickly as she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tender embrace that made drew tense. "You have no idea what this means to me."
Drew's forced smile faltered a bit.
"Where are they?"
Marina blinked stupidly, feigning confusion as she was asked the same question for what had to be the umpteenth time. This guy must be new at this. He was younger than the usual interrogation officer and he even had a different look. His expression wasn't hard and almost evil looking and his eyes actually had life and emotion. They almost glowed a bright gold color that stood out against dark hair. She had never seen eyes that color except on another metahuman…maybe it was an actual, but rare eye color for normal humans as well.
"You've asked that more than a dozen times and I'm still unsure of what you mean." Marina said slowly. "Who are they?" She attempted to cock her head to the side, only to wince when the inhibitor collar around her neck obstructed such an action. She truly loathed these things. Not only did they rob her of her God given abilities but they were painful and gaudy.
"And you've been playing this innocent shit since the moment you got here and I'm not buying it." Her interrogator retorted sharply. He was getting annoyed now which was the first thing he had learned not to do. Never show a metahuman any emotional response was the number one rule in his line of business. They weren't allowed to have any leverage over a regular human. They had to know their place. "You know exactly who they are. There is irrefutable proof that you, along with Ms. Foxx have been harboring three metahuman children."
"And tell me Mr…" Marina trailed off, expecting him to offer a name.
"Officer Talon." He chided.
"Officer," She bit out, resisting a roll of her eyes. "What do you want with a couple of children? What threat do they pose?"
"They aren't registered within MCF records and that makes them a potential threat. When powers are not documented we don't know what to expect." Talon explained quickly. Now Marina did roll her eyes. Of course she knew that. She had tried to escape getting documented for most of her life until one day she had slipped up and her telepathy became known among the MCF and her face lost in a multitude of files.
"They're children, Officer Talon. I doubt children could impose a threat on anyone." Marina said smartly.
"They're children with undocumented abilities that they probably have no idea how to control due to inexperience and you're telling me they aren't dangerous?"
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong Officer," Marina breathed with a slight smile. "They are experienced and they do know how to control their powers. Unlike this facility, those children were not restricted or tortured into a delusion that would certainly cause them to lash out. They were taught when and when not to use their powers. They have also been taught that the powers are gifts that should never be used for leverage over another human being."
Jimmy pressed his lips together in a tight line. He knew better than to mull over the words of a monster, but there was something in the way she spoke. She spoke as though she believed with all that she was that her words reigned true. He couldn't even speak with such a conviction because it was hard to believe much in his line of business, especially with so many underground operations he wasn't even authorized to know about. He was still new at this, but one thing had been instilled in him and that was the idea that all metahuman were the same. They were all monsters.
"I find it hard to believe the words of a person of your kind." Jimmy murmured. The aqua haired woman that sat across from him sighed almost sadly.
"Officer Talon," She began quietly. "Do you think we ask to be different?"
"Well no, it's been made fairly clear that being a metahuman is purely a matter of genetics and it's impossible to create one artificially, but in spite of your kind not asking for these…changes in your genetic make-up, you still abuse the powers you have been given and make the world that much more less safe." Jimmy said quickly. This woman seemed to know her stuff so he had to delve into whatever knowledge he had on the matter to maintain the upper hand.
"Of course…" Marina sighed. "So I am guessing you know that I am a telepath…a manipulator, reader and basically and dissector of the human mind…?"
"That's what it says in your file." Jimmy retorted curtly.
"Over time I have been studying the minds of many different metahumans…I wanted to know why some have control, like me or Ms. Foxx and some are volatile…borderline insane." She went on lowly, her eyes dropping to the metal surface of the table they sat at in the interrogation room. "At one point I believed and blamed the more…violent metahuman for the suffering of our kind, but after getting through most of my research, I had a change of mind."
"Why?" Jimmy couldn't stop himself from blurting out the question. He mentally berated himself as the aqua haired woman's lips twitched into a brief smile.
"Well because the violent behavior cannot be helped. Because of the alteration to our genetic makeup due to the addition of a metagene, there is a part of the metahuman brain that is…out of order, I suppose you can say."
"Are you telling me all metahumans are mentally ill?"
Marina nodded slowly. "It is an altercation to the mind and the stronger the power…the greater the chance that this 'illness' can cause them to act out. It is the same thing as being born with Attention Deficit Disorder, only in our case it causes us not to lose focus but to lose grip on reality because despite the fact that we know we are different there is still a part of our mind that is so shocked it cannot comprehend just what we are thus causing us to lash out."
"What are you telling me?"
"I'm telling you we know no better." She said quickly, bring bright sea blue eyes to meet his golden ones. Jimmy swallowed nervously. "Some of us abuse our powers because we cannot help it and when we're dragged to facilities such as this one and when we are called abominations and monsters, we are prone to violence."
Jimmy casted his gaze to the side. He couldn't stand the intensity in her gaze anymore as she spoke.
"During my research I noticed that this mental illness causes emotional responses that become physical, but in many cases they never were supposed to reach past emotional, but the cases that did go beyond emotional and ended up physical…they were all cases that had horrible experiences with the MCF.
"I have been studying a young boy for a while now who lashes out and is prone to anger. He even attempts to hurt his own friend and sister. With my powers I can calm him down but there were times I wondered why…why would a boy no older than fifteen act so…senselessly violent? Turns out he was never meant to go beyond the stage of emotional, like I even said…he was normal until the day he witnessed the MCF slaughter his parents because they harbored two metahuman children and had sympathy for our kind and actually treated us like people."
"The MCF doesn't attack normal humans…" jimmy tried but Marina's condescending chuckle had him snapping his mouth shut.
"You really are new to this…" She murmured. "That is where you are wrong again Officer Talon. I had a companion in my…younger days. She was sweet and kind, normal and beautiful with brunette hair and blue eyes…not a sad or violent bone in her body. Now I believe she still acts the same but instead of breaking past the emotional and becoming physically violent, she is afraid of just about everything and ran away from life after her parents and brother were taken by the MCF. She is emotionally unstable, that young boy is emotionally unstable, every metahuman you have locked in a cell here are or are going to be emotionally unstable and then possibly dangerous…"
Jimmy lowered his eyes.
"You call us the monsters…when you're the ones who create us." She said shakily. "Who is the true monster here Officer Talon?"
"I…"
"I don't expect you to understand." Marina murmured and Jimmy forced himself to look at her. She was staring dead at him and they locked eyes. "I don't expect you to have sympathy for me or any other metahuman to exist…I just wish you could…I wish you could understand that we need help. We need more people like Jennifer and less like Manning. We're humans…we're flawed…we're scared and we need help."
Jimmy couldn't help but wonder what was happening to Jennifer Foxx as Marina spoke on her. Manning had taken her off to one of those underground areas he had no clearance for, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't want to be there anyways. Jennifer hadn't been alone with Manning for more than two minutes before being thrown to the floor by the impact of one of his hits. She wasn't even sure if he had punched or smacked her because she wasn't given time to register the pain before more was inflicted.
She resisted making any noises or cringing more than necessary, but by the time he seemed done – for now at least – she could only see out of one eye, the metallic taste of blood became a normal in her mouth and she was pretty sure both of her legs would be of much use to her now.
"I don't like being lied to Jennifer." He said lowly as he crouched down next to her huddled form. She shivered and spasm of pain that shot up her spine caused her body to jerk every now and then. Manning sighed and took a handful of chartreuse hair. Jennifer winced as her head was jerked back with a sharp tug and her one good eye met a glaring dark pair. "That telekinesis of yours is pretty amazing…and here you said you were harmless."
Jennifer only blinked.
"And you were harboring more of your kind…lying to the Vice President and breaking the law…" He tsked with a shake of his head. "It's almost like you were asking for this." He pushed her head back, letting it impact with the concrete floor none too gently. Jennifer made a sharp hiss when she felt her scalp tear…great, now she'd have to wash blood out of her hair.
"I-I…" She began in a shaky voice. Manning perked a brow. "I…hardly believe that breaking s-such a law constitutes f-for such abuse…" She hissed, her good eye narrowing. How dare he have the audacity to touch her, better yet hit her. If she wasn't wearing this damn inhibitor, he would have been dead in seconds…well in her mind at least. Jennifer was never partial to killing until she was absolutely, indisputably sure it was life or death for her. Manning wouldn't kill her though…not yet at least.
"You're existence constitutes for such abuse." The Vice President retorted. "There isn't enough mercy in heaven for your kind."
"S-See you in hell then." She growled. That earned her a swift kick to the stomach. She coughed for good minute or so and Manning waited until she regained herself before speaking again.
"Jennifer…you're efforts are commendable…honorable even, but you're working towards an impossible dream. You are not the future. Metahumans are not this world's future…not if I have anything to do with it." He muttered walking a few paces away from the woman.
"Afraid of your own extinction?" Jennifer coughed with a sneer. "W-What makes you think you can stop reality?"
"By fighting fire with fire of course." Manning laughed. Jennifer stared at him, confusion causing her brow to furrow. "Mind control is one of the abilities metahumans can be born with, is it not? Such a natural ability would be impossible for…normal 'noncomplex' humans to get a grip on, oh but with time we finally understand…"
Jennifer stiffened and Manning smirked.
"Now it was tricky since controlling a normal human is different than controlling a metahuman and we were looking for a way that had no glitches or chances for failure. We thought of using the collars, but they could be shorted out or easily removed…so we went with a more irrefutable method…"
"You couldn't have…"
"Oh but I did!" Manning was laughing at this point. "It isn't so hard to get a hold on the proper tools and technology to create a surefire way to get your kind aligned with what I have in store for the future. It's no wonder I keep the stronger ones locked up as best as I can…"
"You're a fuckin' psychopath!" Jennifer managed to scream, struggling to get up. She didn't want to be anywhere near this man. He had to have been out of his mind. It was a shame that she had her injuries, coupled with the energy draining of the inhibitor collar slowing her down to the point that moving two inches was as strenuous as sprinting a mile. Manning was at her side in an instant, once again kicking her and causing a coughing a fit as she rolled onto her back, tears streaming down the sides of her face.
"I'm a visionary Jennifer…I knew weapons and technology wouldn't be enough so I'm putting your Godforsaken race to good use." His voice was lifeless and cruel now. This caused more tears to spill over. "How does it feel to know that you will be destroyed by the very thing that makes you…so special?"
"Get the hell away from me…" She hissed trying to scoot away from him. Manning chuckled behind closed lips.
"Now we tested out our methods on the weaker ones…the ones near death but I can't help but wonder how our results would work on a metahuman of your magnitude and health…"
Jennifer's heart stopped.
I'm stopping it there! I know I said we'd see what happened to Paul and the other's last chapter but we'll see once that happens and I didn't want to give anymore away. Now this story isn't going to be very long maybe fifteen to twenty chapters at most. Which is why I'm moving things along while still trying to maintain a sense of mystery as to what will happen next or what exactly is going on. I dunno if I'm succeeding but whatever. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter because…well ya know I like it when you all like my chapters. Next chapter…I dunno what will happen honestly…but we'll see won't we?
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