A/N: I know they were short chapters, but I have never reatched 20 beore

-congrats

-really?

-no, That's pitiful

-shut up

-nevveeeeeeeeeeeerrrr

-why did I let you put in coments?

-cause you loooove meee

-on to...

CHAPTER TWENTY:

"Brooke? Brooke? You wake?" Claude nudged me abit.

"No." I tried to turn, but pain creeped back into my foot."Owww."

"Just stay still. You have to stay like that for a couple of days. Unless you want more days with the doctors." He laughed

"Shut up." When I said that I realized that I could hear perfectly again. "Wait no don't shut up."

"What ever you say."

"Wait? Where am I?" I tried to turn my head, but got some brown fuzzy wall in my face, and Claude was blocking my veiw the other ways.

"We are in the very nice house of Charah. Well, your stuck to the couch of Chuck's house." He smiled and my heart leaped to my throat.

"Grrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaat. So while I'm stuck on a four cushion couch. What will you be doing?" I asked.

"Taking care of you of course. Chuck said..."

"Wait, Chuck is back. Is he Ok? Why didn't you tell me before? Where is he? Why isn't he here? How did he excape? When did he get free? How long have I've been out? When are you going to tell me?" I whipped out the questions like nobody's bussiness.

"Wow. He said he will talk to you after he gets back from the 'Buy More.' And he doesn't look that bad." Claude said. Then he looked down at my hands. "Why do you do that?" Claude asked.

"Do what?"

"Ever since you stepped into my shop, you've been twitching. And even when you were asleep. You haven't stopped twitching, except for a few minutes at a time." Claude said.

"What are you talking about? I don't twitch." I couldn't help noicing my twitching. I tried to stop it, but I started fidgeting even worse.

"haha. You call that NOT twitching." Claude laughed.

"Shut up! So, are we just here alone?" I said changing the subject.

"Yeah, but that Morgan, beard guy, is coming back at the end of the day. Also Ellie and Awesome keep stopping by."

"It looks like you've met everyone."

"Well, you have been out for four days."

"FOUR DAYS! What do you mean?"

"You were drugged. In the hospital. A whole lot actually. Just to make yo ugo unconsious the put a lot more than usual. Then to keep you down for more than five minutes. Your body just kept absorbing the happy gas. It was as if you were a sponge and to keep you down we had to soak you until you were crying sleep gas." Claude explained.

On that happy note, Claude mabe me lay down and go to bed. i tried to protest that I have been sleeping for four freakin days, but he wouldn't listen. I think it was more for him to go to bed.

It took me a while to get the remote, even though it was a couple inches out of my reatch. The way I got it, only the intersect or some kind of jujitzu master could do. I was thankful that Claude was sleeping on the other couch. If he had seen me, I don't even want to find out what would have happened.

Keeping the volume down, so not to disturb Claude, I flipped through the channels. I didn't know what was good. So I kind of flipped through the channels the whole time. Around 10pm, I stumbled on this channel. It was about Conspericy theories and other junk like that. The title was "Consperious da Theorious with stuffith like that." No joke.

Anyways, I had paced it, like, fifty times. I scimmed the channels again and ended up on that stupid channel, but to tired of searching to do anything. I was only half listening, but it was like your full attention.

"And what do you think, Frank?..." A blonde haired lady said to the camra. "After three years of this job. After so many theories and storys of the unusaul. What was your favorite?" The reporter chick asked.

"You are right, of course! For my favorite and most rememerable story is the one about the human DNA labs. Remember that one Suzzie?" The camra turned to reviel a man in his mid-thirtys and had dark brown hair.

"Yeah, that was one of our first cases, right?" The Suzzie lady said.

"It was our FIRST case together Suzzie." Frank said.

"Right, It was the one down in Utah. Where that crazzed scientist kidnapped a bunch of childern. He said he was doing a genetic alteration. Only 7 of the 8 childern were found. The police stopped looking for the last kid only a week after he dissappeared." Suzzie stared into the camra.

"Yeah, and that mad scientist kept babbling on about how the one child was the only one that was a success. He kept..." The Tv shut off with a flash of electricity.

"I don't like that show anyways. It always talks about that story." Claude startled me.

"Yeah well it was the only thing on. What happened to the Tv?" I asked.

"Just an eletrical shock. It...should...be ok." Claude looked a bit smug.

"What do you..." Then it hit me. "You were that kid. The missing kid."

"Yeah, I don't like talking about it. You know what you went through. What you told me in the playground. I went through a similar experance. But not for as long. It was after my 'developements' That's what Dr. S Scoreins called it. He had me on wires for almost a year and when he noticed my appovment. He set me out into the world alone and affaired. I was only seven then. When I turned eight a group of men got me off the streets. They had me locked up and like you. They stuck me with needles and more wires. They couldn't keep me for long. When I was by myself. That year my 'powers' grew intensly. When I escaped, I was put into a ophinage. then two younge parents adopted me, then maybe four years ago they died making me stuck with the two most uptight people in Manhatten. Then you came along."

We sat in silence for the rest of the night.