Hey, everyone. Here it is, another chapter I've made you all wait for. *grins happily* Thanks for all the reviews, and yes AbbyMasrai, I will listen to you. Although, I do have one thing to say, I take offense at that! Where else is there a fic where Logan is used as a science experiment? I've never come across one, and if there is one, what's it called? I wanna read it!
Avery and Jonsom stood at attention, with their fists clenched at their sides, watching Mr. Mitchell pace slowly in front of them. At present, he hadn't uttered a word. He stopped pacing and stared directly at them, his smoldering gaze pierced them, pinning them in place. "What happened?" With absolutely no inflection, Mr. Mitchell managed to instill more terror than if he'd been screaming in fury.
Jonsom cleared his throat, looking up at Avery briefly. "He-he escaped us, sir, but we managed to recover him with little upset to the original plan." The heat in the room caused a trickle of sweat to wind down his face.
"With little upset to the original plan?" Mitchell raised one eyebrow coolly, his piercing eyes turned fully on Jonsom. Jonsom was frozen, seared into place, unable to even flinch under the onslaught. Mitchell walked soundlessly between the two failed gunmen. He pulled absently at the white gloves that covered his hands, not a speck of dust marred them. "The boy caused enough commotion that you thought the situation warranted the use of your side arms, correct?
Jonsom and Avery nodded.
"You pulled these side arms in the center of a crowded are, at the busiest part of the day, and revealed yourselves to civilians?"
Jonsom and Avery nodded again.
"It then took you several hours to locate and restrain the boy, while in the process harming another bystander, is this true?"
Jonsom and Avery gulped noticeably, but responded in the affirmative once again.
"So you mean to tell me, that alerting the police to our activities and adding four hours to the estimated time constraint, only marginally upset the original plan?" All this was asked in the same monotone Mitchell had used throughout the entire interrogation.
"But," Mitchell continued, his voice silky smooth. "Do you even realize what the worst act that you have committed is?"
Avery and Jonsom's eyes widened, wondering what could possibly be worse than what they'd already done.
"Your bumbling forced my intervention in this botched affair. I was never supposed to be involved in this. No one was ever supposed to know of my part in any of this, least of all my own son, but you two managed to destroy everything so thoroughly, so completely that you forced my hand." He paused, his eyes scalding them once again. The gunmen, held stationary by that gaze, that heat, couldn't move, though their every nerve ending screamed at them to run. Mitchell allowed himself a small smile, "I'm afraid you two must be terminated."
He raised a hand and the door behind him opened, admitting four men. They positioned themselves, one on each side of the disgraced kidnappers. Avery and Jonsom paled visibly, but didn't struggle. They knew they were outmatched.
As the two were being led from the room, Mr. Mitchell called out a few last parting words, "Make sure you preserve the bodies. I want to study them for science."
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After my dad left, the man in the pink shirt and khakis had come and tied me up again, only not nearly so tight. In fact, I could almost wiggle my arms free, which was what I was currently trying to do. If I didn't know better, I would've said he'd done it on purpose.
I finally realized why he looked so familiar: he'd been my dad's assistant for the past twelve years. I'd eaten dinner with him a couple of times. His name was Julian Sweetwater. I wondered when everything had changed. The last time I'd seen my dad had been two years ago. He had seemed perfectly normal then. At the very least, he was the same man that I'd known all my life. When had he become the monster that I'd met ten minutes ago? Had he always been like that, and somehow hidden it from me? Wouldn't I have noticed that my own father was insane? Could he possibly have changed so much in the two years we'd been apart? I didn't want to think so, but the other option was even more chilling. It would mean I'd been living with a psychopath my entire life. It was better not to think about it for now. I'd sort out my thoughts later, like after I escaped.
I finally wiggled my left hand out, allowing my right to slip out easily. I shook them, gaining some circulation and ignoring the burning rings on my wrists. I rapidly untied my legs and shrugged out of the rope around my chest. I stood, wincing as I did so. Every inch of me seemed to be sore. My muscles ached. I could feel heat coming off my skin, from sunburns just beginning to redden.
Cautiously, I crept down the corridor of crates, my heart racing. This could be my only chance to escape before I was dissected. I came out of the pathway and paused. The room I was in was huge. Crates stood everywhere. Heavy machinery sat against walls. A giant conveyor belt ran the length of one wall. I didn't see any doors marked exit, but I saw some doors that appeared to lead to offices and the like. I headed towards them, hoping to find a phone or a way out.
I approached the first door and listened hard. Hearing nothing, I slowly, slowly turned the doorknob, wincing when the door creaked softly open. The room was deserted. I crossed to the other side and carefully peered out a window that looked out into a fluorescently lit corridor. I jumped back when I saw two men coming. Please don't come in here. Please don't come in here. Crap. I looked for a place to hide. A desk sat against one wall, and I dove behind it just as the door opened and the overhead light flicked on. I heard footsteps and two voices.
"You hear what happened to Jonsom and Avery?"
"Yeah, they're being terminated, but they should've known better than to screw up. The boss doesn't take kindly to failure."
"Yeah, yeah. Hey, where do you think he wants us to leave this stuff?"
"Just put it on the desk, no one's going to miss it."
I heard footsteps coming towards the desk, and I held my breath. I couldn't get found now, not when I was so close. Not again. The sound of several objects landing on the desk sounded, and then I heard the door open and close.
I heaved a sigh and got up. That had been way too close. I looked at the desk, curious as to what the men had left. I almost cried out in joy. It was my cell phone and two other phones. There were also what appeared to be I.D. cards, two watches, and a pair of sunglasses. I shivered when I saw the two I.D. cards belonged to my kidnappers. Jonsom and Avery. Those two men had said something had happened to them. They'd been terminated. I didn't even want to know what that meant, but judging by the pile of personal affects…
No, it didn't matter. I had bigger problems to worry about. I dialed 911 and held my phone to my ear. It rang several times before someone picked up, "Sorry, all our operators are busy with other calls, please standby".
My stomach dropped. No way. Of all the times to get a busy signal, I clenched my phone in my hand. I hung up and redialed, but got the same response. Panic making itself known, I called the only other person I could think of, praying he'd pick up.
"Kendall?"
Dun du du duh! Another chapter completed! I need to stop listening to Vitamin String Quartet. I think it's making me more diabolical. Oh, I do read James Patterson by the way, and I love the Maximum Ride series. Any who, make sure all reviews are delivered, but please leave their spleens! Ahahahaha, sorry. Ignore my lame joke. It's late right now.