About an hour later, Trent's HQ's remains
The fire had finally been put out. As planned, all of them had told the police that it had been an accident, as they'd been instructed to do. They had no idea the 'accident' would be that, but they'd done a good job. And the police were more than happy to not have to investigate.
The two men and the woman who'd been approached by the twins walked into the building slowly, looking at what had been left of their old offices. They went up to the office that had once belonged to the man from their nightmares. It was as burned as the rest, if not more. They found pieces of clothing on the ground.
"Is he gone? Is he dead?" said the woman.
"I don't know. But we ARE going to report he is. We're free... all we have to do is put the rule in motion," said the first man as he hugged his wife.
"I don't know about you two, but I'm leaving the state as soon as possible, in case he does come back..." said the second man.
"I don't think he will," said the woman as they left for good.
*
At that time, the Penthouse
Zack walked up to his sister, who sat by the window. "Hey," he said as he put his hand on her shoulder before she pushed it off. "Jenna, listen..."
"No, you listen, Zack. How could you make me do this? That guy is dangerous, he's better off dead. But instead you brought him into our house?" she said, a single tear on her cheek.
"I know it may not seem that way but... I just had this feeling, I can't explain it, but I HAD to save him." She was about to reply, when they were called into the living room.
They had put him on the couch, still unconscious. When the others had seen him being dragged into the house, they'd all taken a small step back. But now he was waking up. Jenna walked up to him and pulled out a gun, pointing it at his head from far enough that he couldn't reach for it.
"One wrong move and I swear I'll shoot," she said coldly. The others didn't talk and simply stood in their places around the man.
He looked like a small, confused child. "What... what happened? Where am I? Who are you people and why are you pointing a gun at me?" he said slowly.
"Oh just stop with the act," said Jenna.
"I don't know what you're talking about, the last thing I remember I was in my room after training and..." Suddenly, it was like something had come rushing at him and he covered his eyes.
"No... It... can't be, I didn't... oh no..." He started to shake slightly and pushed himself further into the couch. Jenna was getting annoyed, but Max held up a hand.
"Slow down a bit. What do you remember?" she asked the man.
"I was... in my room and then I... had this weird dream and then... I was here... But now I... I remember all this stuff that's happened since then... such horrible things..." Max gasped then turned to her husband.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"He's just like us... and we were about to become what he's become..."
"What? I don't understand," said Logan.
"They made us, trained us... and they were going to... brainwash us into feeling no remorse for our actions..."
"Brainwash?" said Zack.
"They would make us believe it was okay... but we escaped before they could do it..."
"How do you know that?" asked Logan.
"I'm not sure... I don't think I even understand it myself..."
"So basically what you're saying is that he's back to his senses?" said Sarah, looking to the man, who was still very much confused.
"Um... what do we call you?" Max asked him.
"Well... they called me... G.E.R.I.K.," he said.
"Ah... would it be okay for us to call you Andrew..."
"Please do," he said softly.
"Alright... Andrew, that last memory you talked about... how old were you?" He thought.
"I... I was eight, almost nine."
"You're not actually gonna believe him, are you?" asked Jenna. He turned to her, and an expression of sadness came to his face.
"Your friend... she died because of me, didn't she?" She frowned.
"What do you think?" He looked into Jenna's young, sad face and felt tears, the first in over a decade, fall down his face.
"I'm so sorry... I know that my apologies won't bring her back or erase anything... but it's all I can give you..." She stared at him silently, crying as well.
"What do we do now? What do we do with him? He can't stay here in Seattle if he's supposed to be dead... And they could come looking for him... The new boss won't leave us alone either..." said Zack.
"No... There won't be a new boss," said Andrew, looking to Zack.
"What are you saying?" asked Max.
"There... there was a rule, I'm not even sure how it came into existence, but... it states that if I die, I am not to be replaced and operations will be shut down for good."
"Wow..." said Max, then, "What happened to the other X5s? The ones that didn't escape? And Lydecker?" He thought again.
"The other X5s all were working for me. In fact... two of them got married... They are the only married couple where both worked for me. They're always working with another one of the X5s, a man..."
Zack looked to his sister, and he knew she had the same thought. However, they didn't say anything. "What about Lydecker?" asked Max. Andrew shut his eyes and put his hands on his head.
"He's dead."
"Well, yeah, I figured... I mean, he'd be way too old..."
"I killed him," whispered Andrew.
There wasn't a sound in the room. "What?" asked Max slowly.
"When... when I was ten. I've been running the place since then." Max sat down in shock. Logan went to her side.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm... I'm fine..." She looked up to the crowd around her.
"So what do we do with him?" she said, indicating Andrew, "Where do we send him?"
The fire had finally been put out. As planned, all of them had told the police that it had been an accident, as they'd been instructed to do. They had no idea the 'accident' would be that, but they'd done a good job. And the police were more than happy to not have to investigate.
The two men and the woman who'd been approached by the twins walked into the building slowly, looking at what had been left of their old offices. They went up to the office that had once belonged to the man from their nightmares. It was as burned as the rest, if not more. They found pieces of clothing on the ground.
"Is he gone? Is he dead?" said the woman.
"I don't know. But we ARE going to report he is. We're free... all we have to do is put the rule in motion," said the first man as he hugged his wife.
"I don't know about you two, but I'm leaving the state as soon as possible, in case he does come back..." said the second man.
"I don't think he will," said the woman as they left for good.
*
At that time, the Penthouse
Zack walked up to his sister, who sat by the window. "Hey," he said as he put his hand on her shoulder before she pushed it off. "Jenna, listen..."
"No, you listen, Zack. How could you make me do this? That guy is dangerous, he's better off dead. But instead you brought him into our house?" she said, a single tear on her cheek.
"I know it may not seem that way but... I just had this feeling, I can't explain it, but I HAD to save him." She was about to reply, when they were called into the living room.
They had put him on the couch, still unconscious. When the others had seen him being dragged into the house, they'd all taken a small step back. But now he was waking up. Jenna walked up to him and pulled out a gun, pointing it at his head from far enough that he couldn't reach for it.
"One wrong move and I swear I'll shoot," she said coldly. The others didn't talk and simply stood in their places around the man.
He looked like a small, confused child. "What... what happened? Where am I? Who are you people and why are you pointing a gun at me?" he said slowly.
"Oh just stop with the act," said Jenna.
"I don't know what you're talking about, the last thing I remember I was in my room after training and..." Suddenly, it was like something had come rushing at him and he covered his eyes.
"No... It... can't be, I didn't... oh no..." He started to shake slightly and pushed himself further into the couch. Jenna was getting annoyed, but Max held up a hand.
"Slow down a bit. What do you remember?" she asked the man.
"I was... in my room and then I... had this weird dream and then... I was here... But now I... I remember all this stuff that's happened since then... such horrible things..." Max gasped then turned to her husband.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"He's just like us... and we were about to become what he's become..."
"What? I don't understand," said Logan.
"They made us, trained us... and they were going to... brainwash us into feeling no remorse for our actions..."
"Brainwash?" said Zack.
"They would make us believe it was okay... but we escaped before they could do it..."
"How do you know that?" asked Logan.
"I'm not sure... I don't think I even understand it myself..."
"So basically what you're saying is that he's back to his senses?" said Sarah, looking to the man, who was still very much confused.
"Um... what do we call you?" Max asked him.
"Well... they called me... G.E.R.I.K.," he said.
"Ah... would it be okay for us to call you Andrew..."
"Please do," he said softly.
"Alright... Andrew, that last memory you talked about... how old were you?" He thought.
"I... I was eight, almost nine."
"You're not actually gonna believe him, are you?" asked Jenna. He turned to her, and an expression of sadness came to his face.
"Your friend... she died because of me, didn't she?" She frowned.
"What do you think?" He looked into Jenna's young, sad face and felt tears, the first in over a decade, fall down his face.
"I'm so sorry... I know that my apologies won't bring her back or erase anything... but it's all I can give you..." She stared at him silently, crying as well.
"What do we do now? What do we do with him? He can't stay here in Seattle if he's supposed to be dead... And they could come looking for him... The new boss won't leave us alone either..." said Zack.
"No... There won't be a new boss," said Andrew, looking to Zack.
"What are you saying?" asked Max.
"There... there was a rule, I'm not even sure how it came into existence, but... it states that if I die, I am not to be replaced and operations will be shut down for good."
"Wow..." said Max, then, "What happened to the other X5s? The ones that didn't escape? And Lydecker?" He thought again.
"The other X5s all were working for me. In fact... two of them got married... They are the only married couple where both worked for me. They're always working with another one of the X5s, a man..."
Zack looked to his sister, and he knew she had the same thought. However, they didn't say anything. "What about Lydecker?" asked Max. Andrew shut his eyes and put his hands on his head.
"He's dead."
"Well, yeah, I figured... I mean, he'd be way too old..."
"I killed him," whispered Andrew.
There wasn't a sound in the room. "What?" asked Max slowly.
"When... when I was ten. I've been running the place since then." Max sat down in shock. Logan went to her side.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm... I'm fine..." She looked up to the crowd around her.
"So what do we do with him?" she said, indicating Andrew, "Where do we send him?"