Hunter
As I dipped my Oreo into my milk...I had that sudden horrible feeling that must have overcome Achilles' mother when she dipped him in the Styx; that realization that the one part my fingers touched would not be correctly submerged. Causing that one place to be forever imperfect.
I'm hilarious.
It was about ten in the morning. I'd missed the complimentary hotel breakfast they offer at some ungodly hour; and since I'd been craving for Oreos and milk; I just went to a nearby gas station and purchased the goods.
Jordan was still sleeping.
She and I are the type of mutants that greatly enjoy our beauty sleep. Although…hunger makes a person get up earlier than they should.
And so does an air horn.
It was mean, I'll admit it, but you should have seen her face.
She'll probably kill me, but I'll die laughing.
After a few pleasantries we gathered up our stuff and left. If you don't leave soon enough those bloody hotels will make you pay for an extra day.
But I was excited. We would be at our destination by nightfall. Of course my impatient brain wanted to get there faster, and my foot when down on the gas…a little too hard.
God only knows how fast I was going when the police cruiser started following me.
"You should have let me drive!" Jordan shouted.
"And get there next week?" I hollered back. Something about being in a small confined space makes the volume go up exponentially. I had the same problem with Dylan…
The officer strode up. His face was expressionless.
"Let me see your identification." He said sternly, but not rudely.
"You don't need to see my identification."
"I don't need to see your identification"
"These aren't the droids you're looking for"
"These aren't the droids I'm looking for"
"I can go about my business"
"You can go about your business"
"Move along"
"Move along! Move along!"
I smiled in a friendly manner towards the kind officer and began mph-ing away.
"Was that really necessary?" Jordan raised an eyebrow and looked skeptically at me.
I grinned.
Yes…Yes it was.
A few hours later I decided it was Jordan's turn to drive…I needed a break and I wanted to try and find out how Max was doing. I had been keeping rough tabs on her. Old habits die hard I suppose. I hadn't been talking to her, but generally keeping an out for her, two eyes when I could spare them. Not that it did any good, Max was in bucketloads of danger, From what I had gathered they were doing all right, the second voice did essentially what I had done…providing small bits of information to help her stay alive. After quickly sifting through Max's brain I found that the other voice had told her to listen to Angel…that advice was a bit iffy, the girl wasn't evil per say…but a tab unstable. Other voice impart were telling Max to calm down, relax and not murder any Navy officials. At least this other voice has a mild degree of intelligence.
We resent that Hunter. We are brilliant. The voice came from Max's brain. But there was no way it was Max herself…
We have contacted before little one.
My brain wanted to respond with something sassy or rude. But instead I left Max's brain and retreated into my own head. Mentally slamming and locking down all of my thoughts.
Not fair.
I was fighting more than one mindbender. And I had officially lost at my home court.
I wanted to say something self centered and optimistic about my skills and powers being supreme and good, to encourage my allies and strike fear into the hearts of my enemies but at this point…I'm losing.
I decided that since the other voice(s)…whatever it is, was busy monopolizes Max's brain I would visit Jeb's brain and see if I could break into it yet.
As it turned out…I could…sort of. I could weed my way through his brain, but it was distorted and filled with ideas I didn't understand. There was something about a "One Light" Something else about a "Fell Beast" and then something else about "Generation 77." I learned that the Fell Beast was some sort of machine at a lab in Montana, the lab I was going to.
But then...then I learned the real kicker…Dr. Gunther-Hagen had cooked up a plan to have Max and Dylan shipped off to Germany to breed.
Shipped off to breed.
Ohhhhh hell no.
"JORDAN!" I bellowed and she jumped, accidentally swerving the car.
"WHAT!" She bellowed back, with twice the volume I had.
"THEYREMAKINGMAXBREEDWITHDYALN" I screamed. "IM SO ANGRY"
"WHAT?"
"IM SO ANGRY."
"WHY?" (She slammed on the brakes and looked at me)
"I hate people." I muttered and opened the door to get out of the car.
"GET BACK HERE AND TELL ME WHY YOU WERE YELLING. GOLLY YOU GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK."
I ignored her and wandered over to a tree.
"HUNTER WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
One would think she had eyes. I was clearly punching the tree.
She glared at me for awhile and watched me punch the tree. "What's going on?" She finally asked gently.
That's when I started crying. I slumped against the tree and sobbed.
