A/N The app in this story does not exist, YET. It is still in the early developmental state. It is the brain child of two high school students from Rock Island, IL, and only a handful of people have heard about it yet. I only learned about it because one of the boys is the grandson of my coworker. They came up with the idea after a cousin of the other boy was almost kidnapped by her ex husband. All credit for the concept goes to them.
Reviews are always appreciated!
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S.O.S
Monday, 8:00 am.
Will Schuester was smiling as he entered the choir room to prepare for the morning meeting. He'd come up with a brilliant idea for them to try out for Regionals, and couldn't wait for the kids' reactions when he told them. He walked to the white board and wrote in large letters; Sinatra, Martin, Davis. He covered it up with the other sliding board before the students walked in.
8:05 am.
The last of the New Directions filed in and took their seats just as the bell rang. Mr. Schue smiled at them enthusiastically. They were feeling excited after their tie at Sectionals. They couldn't wait to start getting ready for Regionals.
"Good morning boys and girls! Glad to see you all still smiling this morning! But now things get harder, we know what our competition can do. We need to step up our game, and I have the perfect idea."
"Wait, where is Santana?" Mercedes asked.
They all glanced around in confusion then, just realizing the fiery Latina wasn't there. Just then, twelve cellphones pinged incoming text messages. Confused, all of them, including Mr. Schue reached for their phones.
Ten seconds later, there was a chaotic cacophony of voices exclaiming in varying degrees of distress and disbelief, as they all rushed to the door.
Meanwhile, a few miles down the road, Burt Hummel had just arrived at the garage, and was about to start rotating the tires on a Pontiac Sunfire when his cellphone chirped. Expecting it to be a call for an emergency tow, he continued what he was doing, loosening the lug nuts on the tires, before checking the message.
"What the hell!" He shouted before scrambling for his pickup truck.
8:30 am.
Kurt entered the dorm room carrying a breakfast tray, and closing the door behind him. He crossed over to the table between the beds and set it down before turning to check on the shorter boy.
Blaine hadn't moved much in the last twenty four hours, and the pale boy was becoming more and more worried about him. And he was afraid for Santana, whom he hadn't seen since the Overseer had carried her away the previous morning. What was happening to her? Was she okay? Had they hurt her?
He leaned over and gently shook the other boy's shoulder. "Blaine?"
The darker boy mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over, but didn't wake up. Kurt tried once more to wake the other boy, but he only blinked his eyes open for a second before going back to sleep.
Before he could try again there was a knock on the door. Frowning, Kurt answered it and found Wes and David standing there.
"Kurt, come on!" David said. "The Senator and his grandson are early! We need to get down to the commons ASAP."
"What about Blaine? I can't wake him up!" He glanced back at the lead soloist.
"Don't worry about him," Wes replied. "You'll sing lead this time. We know you can pull it off."
Kurt quickly fixed his hair and straightened his tie before following the other two down stairs.
Meanwhile, in Computer Lab One, the Overseer was frowning at the Latina strapped to the table. They had implanted the cortical stimulator earlier this morning, but the girl didn't seem to be affected by it at all, nor was she reacting to the visual stimulation.
He was so distracted, he didn't notice the silently vibrating cellphone among the girl's effects.
9:07 am.
Kurt and the Warbler's finished their performance, and were introduced to the Senator and his entourage, and Kurt was assigned to show the Senator's grandson around the campus. Kurt had already been given the command to lead the boy to a secluded alcove and seduce him. Another boy would be hidden nearby to photograph the two of them in a compromising position, while Nick and Jeff would provide a diversion for the security detail.
Kurt knew he would have to obey the command, no matter how hard he wanted to resist. He was too afraid of what might happen to Blaine and Santana if he fought the conditioning. He smiled at the taller boy and lead him down the hall, telling him about some of Dalton's history and architecture as he studied the other boy.
He wasn't really impressed with the older boy's looks. His eyes were nice enough, but Kurt didn't care much for his hair or the way he dressed. Under other circumstances he wouldn't have given the guy a second look. But he smiled flirtatiously at the older boy, and tried to be seductive as they put a small distance between him and the bodyguard who had followed them.
The boy, Jeremiah, smiled back, and looked Kurt over appreciatively, so he figured he was doing something right.
As they passed through the main hall and past the reception desk, Kurt noticed an officer in uniform speaking to the secretary. Another officer was standing by the door, speaking into his walkie-talkie. His heart began to race as he overheard the first officer ask about Santana Lopez. The receptionist simply shook her head and denied the Latina had ever been there.
Kurt wanted to shout that it was a lie, that the girl was somewhere in the building, but the woman looked at him and frowned. "Mr. Hummel, please take your guest and continue with the tour."
Damn it, he couldn't resist the direct order. "Yes, Ma'am."
He'd only managed to reach the spiral staircase when the front door of the building slammed in and a crowd of students stormed in. Kurt felt the blood drain from his face as he recognized New Directions, as well as Mr. Schue. The receptionist was screeching at them, trying to force them out, but Mr. Schue saw the cops, and marched over to show them the text alert he and the others had all received.
The officer examined it. "It's that new S.O.S text bomb," the younger officer explained. "It works in two ways. If a person feels they are in imminent danger, they can push a panic button, and it will send a text to everyone on their contact list with a GPS location. Or, if they think they may be heading into a dangerous situation, they can write a text explaining what might happen, and set a timer. If they do not enter the password before the timer expires, it sends out the text and GPS location."
Kurt had tried to stop and listen, but was compelled to keep moving up the stairs. Sam spotted him.
"Kurt!" He called out, and everyone turned to look at him.
"I-I have to go, I'm supposed to show Jeremiah around." He said, not stopping.
"Kurt, wait!" Mr. Schue called out.
Suddenly Kurt cried out and clutched at the left side of his head as a high pitched sound sliced through him. Several other boys in the area reacted as well, but none of the McKinley bunch even seemed to notice the whistle. The sound stopped, and Brittany stepped forward, a silver whistle held between her fingers.
"I saw this in a movie once," she said, dreamily, and then raised the whistle to her lips again. Once more the high pitched sound sliced through Kurt's head, and the other boys screamed in pain as they fell to their knees.
The receptionist made a move to snatch the whistle from the blonde girl, but Puck grabbed her and pinned her arms behind her back. "What did you do to Kurt?"
The two officers and Mr. Schue raced forward to examine Kurt and the other boys.
"Look behind their left ears," Brittany said, taking a break from the whistle for a moment. Kurt was sobbing as Mr. Schue examined the spot behind the ear.
"What the hell? Kurt, can you hear me? What is going on?" The teacher held him gently. The officers were calling for more back up, and one of them took the secretary from Puck and Handcuffed her.
Burt Hummel raced into the building then, and spying Kurt sitting on the stairs, rushed over. "What the hell happened?"
"Dad?" Kurt whimpered. More people rushed into the hall, including the Warblers. Brittany blew her whistle again, and all those with the implants cried out and dropped to their knees, clutching their heads.
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By ten am that morning, Dalton Academy was swarming with cops, paramedics, and reporters. Kurt lead the police to Computer Lab One, where Santana was still strapped to a table. The Overseer was no where in sight. The receptionist had given the police a list of names of the teachers who were involved, and they had all been taken into custody. None of them knew who the leaders of the operation where. The investigation was on going.
All the boys who had been conditioned had been taken to the hospital to have the implants removed, along with Santana. Blaine finally came around later that evening, though he was still pretty groggy.
Kurt didn't know how to react to him. He had been attracted to the boy from the moment he had first seen him, but with everything that had happened, he wasn't sure what was real and what was the programming.
They all remained in the hospital for several days, under the care of doctors, psychiatrists and counselors, working to reverse the programming and psychological damage, as well as the physical damage to their neurological systems.
The day before they were supposed to be released, Blaine came to Kurt's room to talk to him.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt. I wanted to warn you, I tried so hard, but I couldn't fight the programming at first. After they started on your conditioning, they weren't drugging me as often, and my mind started to clear. I should have tried to get you out of there sooner, instead of waiting for the competition."
Kurt listened to the other boy rambling, and understood how hard it had been for him. It had been hard for Kurt, too. "I'm not mad at you, Blaine. I know you couldn't help it anymore than I could. I'm sorry they punished you for trying to help me escape."
They were both silent for a few minutes. Finally Blaine cleared his throat. "I know things are kind of awkward between us right now, but I was hoping that maybe...well, I just thought we could be..."
"Could be what?" Kurt asked when the other boy paused.
Blaine took a deep breath. "Can we still be friends?"
Kurt smiled shyly at him. "I'd like that."
Blaine smiled in return, and Kurt patted the bed beside him. "Come on, sit down. Let's watch some mindless TV and veg out for a while."
The shorter boy laughed and joined him, and they spent the next hour flipping through channels, commenting on various shows. Just before lunch was to be served, they were watching a nature show on Animal Planet, and laughing at the strange animals that were being shown. Suddenly Blaine stiffened.
"Oh my god! I know who he is!" He shouted, and jumped off the bed, running out of the room, leaving Kurt laying there confused, listening to the narrator droning on about the colony of Meerkats they were filming.
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Sebastian Smythe was an intelligent young man. When he had spotted the police on his monitors, he had known the gig was up. He had collected his files, wiped the computers, and made a hasty phone call before calmly walking out of the building with the other students.
A week later he was sprawled on a beach in Monte Carlo, soaking up the sun. That morning he had mailed off a package addressed to the Westerville PD. The CD contained all the information they would need to track down the Master and his two other accomplices. He wasn't worried about them tracking him here, he planned to be long gone, living another life before they even received the package. None of the boys knew who he was or what he looked like. There was nothing to connect him what so ever to the operation.
And one day soon, he would reclaim his prized possession, Blaine Anderson. The boy had been promised to him, and he refused to give him up. He smiled to himself. Yes, he would so enjoy breaking that boy in again, forcing his compliance, making him his most devoted pet.
And as for that Hummel boy? Well, maybe he'd keep him too. The boy had a killer mouth. He'd love to teach the pale boy how to use it properly. For now, he would be patient and wait, but when the time was right, he would make his move.