Author's note: I would like to thank those of you that helped cheer me up - hecate0808, Percieve, justshutup and Miss Mary Lou. I must say, justshutup, that you're comment made me laugh. I was, in fact, eating a pop-tart as I was reading it.
Anyway, I hope this chapter isn't a disappointment. I really just wanted to hurry up and update.
I can't tell you exactly what happened. Mostly because I don't even know. One moment we were all standing there, staring at Logan, who seemed rather pleased to find us snooping through the files.
"Did you find anything interesting?" he asked, meeting each of our eyes.
And that's when I don't know what happened. I was looking back at him, standing in the doorway and then the scenery changed dramatically.
He was sitting at a desk and I was seated in a chair in front of him.
I jerked, blinking wildly, wondering what the hell had happened. And where my father's folder had gone.
"What the... how did I get here?" I asked, looking around. I would have guessed that this was his office but it was so... empty. So... plain. Nothing in the room except his deck and chairs.
"That doesn't matter," he said carelessly, waving his hand like he was brushing off what I had asked.
Didn't matter? Was he joking?
"I must say," Logan told me, folding his hands on his desk, "I am rather disappointed in all of you. I would have thought that you would have found these files earlier."
I frowned, sinking into the chair I was in. He made it seem like he wanted us to find the files.
"What... you... funny how you don't seem mad," I finally stammered out, swallowing.
He smirked and sat back. "Why would I be mad? I believe you deserve to know why you're here. Partically."
I swallowed again. "So you knew my father," I stated.
He laughed, throwing his head back. "You could say that," he said.
I gave him a confused look. What did he mean by that?
"What were his powers?" I asked sternly.
He smiled sadly like he was remembering a happy memory.
"He had many," he said.
Okay. Like that answered my question.
"Did you kidnap him too?" I couldn't help but ask.
"He came willingly," he told me.
I was a little surprised by this, considering I had assumed that they had kidnapped everyone here. How many people had come willingly?
"You know, Zoe, we're not here to hurt you," he said in such a serious voice that I just had to snort and laugh.
"That's kind of hard for me to believe," I said bluntly.
He muttered something that sounded something like, "So much like her mother."
"Did you know my mother?" I asked, my voice growing vacant.
At the mention of my mother, I didn't know whether to be cold or not. I didn't know how I should be sounding. I was curious. I was hurt. I was pissed off. But most of all, I was so lost. So confused. I felt like I didn't know anything.
Had she really hated me all these years? Had she really thought I was the one to blame for my father leaving? Had she had any idea what he could do? Is that why she made me cover my eyes, even at home? Because they reminded her of him? I had no idea what to think.
"Is that what you really want to know?" he asked boredly.
I stared into his eyes. Why couldn't I read minds?
"I have my father's eyes," I stated, deciding that it was best not to talk about my mom.
"You had your father's eyes," he corrected. "In case you haven't noticed, your eyes are just brown now."
I cleared my throat. "So... what does this mean now? I mean, I'm useless. You don't need me. Why keep me?"
He raised his eyebrows, surprised.
"Useless?" he asked. "Why would you be useless? Who is to say that your powers are gone?"
I could feel my nostrils flare. This whole "powers" thing was pissing the crap out of me.
"What happened to my father?" I asked, changing the subject.
For a second he stared at me, a completely blank look on his face.
"He's dead," he finally said.
"He didn't die here," I said. "He escaped or something. He was here when he was a teen. I've read his file. It says that he died here, but that's impossible. He got out. Otherwise, he would have never met my mom. I wouldn't be here."
He was giving me an amused look. Almost as if we were having a funny conversation.
"I don't think you would want the details," he said.
He didn't know how badly I wanted the details. How badly I wanted to know everything. But the way he said those words made my heart stop.
"Did you kill him?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
I felt my throat close up, my eyes watering.
The amusement left his eyes, but the smile remained.
"What do you think?" he asked.
What did I think? Was he serious? Of course, I thought he killed my father. Who else would have?
"Zoe," he said, standing up, "I don't believe that your father is all that you want to talk about."
Psh. He had to be joking. All the questions that were bouncing around in my head were about my parents. Well... most of the questions.
"Let's talk about your powers," he suggested.
Oh, right. My "powers".
"Where are the others?" I asked, changing the subject again. I didn't know if I even wanted to know what he had done with them. I could just picture them locked up in a cage or something or being tortured by the twisted people that were here. I could see Trevon putting up a fight. I couldn't help but wonder if he or any of them were worrying over me, but I put the thought aside. I didn't think he would.
"They're not important right now," he said, not even missing a beat.
"What did you do with them?" I asked, suddenly very worried.
He rolled his eyes,
annoyed with me.
"Kaplan, I don't think you get how special
you are," he said, turning cold. "If you did, you wouldn't
be worrying about your little friends."
Special? What the hell? The one and only thing that I had to even be considered "special" was gone.
"I believe that you attended Ms. Appleton's class," he said.
I raised my eyebrow. Who the hell was that?
"And I believe that you remember her mentioning that a person's power is brought out by fear or anger or some big emotion," he continued.
Oh. So that was that lady's name.
"I also assume that you realize that both times you showed your powers that you were in an emotionally unstable state," he said, leaning forward on the desk with the palms of his hands.
"Both times?" I asked, the words shooting out of my mouth without me even thinking about it. Both times? Hadn't there only been one?
He seemed a little shocked. Like he expected me to know.
"Surely you remember the man that you practically left dead," he said in disbelief.
I paled, my heart speeding up a bit. What? Practically left dead? What man?
"What are you talking about?" I asked, stunned.
He was quiet as he stood up straight, a strange look on his face.
"What man?" I pratically shouted, standing up.
Then I realized who he was talking about. Pretty much the only person he could be talking about.
I gasped, putting my hand over my mouth as I shook my head.
"No," I said, backing up. "He-he-he... he just passed out. I had nothing to do with it."
My words were said quickly, my own ears not even believing them anymore.
"No," I said again, shaking my head fiercely.
"Lucky for you," he told me, "we saved him. Barely. He was almost a vegetable. Now he's just a clean slate. His powers...completely gone. All his memories... completely gone"
"I...I didn't do it," I said, sounding like a little child. "I couldn't... I wouldn't even if I could... I don't have..."
"As you realize now," he told me, "your powers are more advanced than you think."
"I don't have any powers," I said, finishing what I was going to say before. I didn't know what to believe now. My own words seemed unconvincing, especially being said out loud.
"Well, let's find that out right now," he said.
He lifted his hands, huge balls of electricity already formed around them.
I took a step back, afraid.
My thoughts raced. I didn't know what to do.
Run, my mind told me. Run.
The only thing was I had nowhere to run to.
I let out a scream as he flung the electricity towards me, my hands instinctively going up to protect myself. I flew back into the door behind me, feeling the electricity balls hit my hands, burning them. The electricity flowed through my veins. I could feel it. It was unbearable.
"Extraordinary," Logan said amazed, looking at me like he was seeing something from another planet. "Just plain extraordinary."
I shuddered, feeling the heat course through my whole body.
Before I blacked out, I could have sworn that I saw electricity travel back down my arms, to my fingertips, as if it was just waiting to be used.