Cha, I wasn't going to write an epilogue.
Epilogue
"Darien, Mr. Devon is dead." At first Darien thought Amy was just joking,
maybe not exactly to lighten the mood, just to see if she could "get him".
But Amy didn't smile or start laughing and he realized that she was serious.
"No. No, that's impossible. I SAW him come out of that door." He said
and pointed at their exit. Which was oddly now closed, even though they
had left it open. No one realized it though, and no one said a word, but
Darien realized their eyes implied something else.
"I'm not nuts!" he said.
"There is a possibility that Darien could've seen him because of the
gland." The keeper said. Even as she said it, though, she knew there was
no way it was likely. If anything Darien would've only been able to see
him if his eyes were Quicksilvered.
"The gland?" Nancy and David chorused. The keeper then realized she
had let them in on the secret of Darien's ability.
"You didn't tell them?" she asked Hobbes. He shrugged.
"I didn't think they needed to know." he said.
"Wait a second," David said, "We saw that thing down in the Lower Levels
of the lab, it could've been the apparition of Devon." Several people nodded.
"There's no other way of explaining it." One of the Agency guys said,
agreeing with Dr. Hopkins.
"Okay, people, let's all just go back to the agency and explain." Hobbes
said. As soon as Darien saw how cramped the back of Hobbes van would be,
he said, "I'm driving."
"No you are not, my friend. It is my van."
"I don't care if it's your van. I'm not getting squished."
"Sounds like me and Tasha." Eric said and stepped into a different
van.
"No it doesn''t, it sounds like when you talk to yourself because your
angry." she muttered as she followed
"I heard that!" he said with a smile.
"It can't be true. It's impossible." Nancy said once they heard about
project QS9300. They only got what they had "needed to know". If they had
too much info, it might not be safe.
"Nancy, did it ever dawn on you that what we did was impossible, too?"
David said.
"Hey," Darien said after he held up his hand, and QSed it, "Not seeing
is believing, huh?" the pair just stared open mouthed and nodded. Darien
shed the QS.
"So you were telling the truth." Amy said.
"Yeah, I was. Now would you mind telling me how Mr. Devon died? I mean,
if I am nuts, I need to know." He said. Amy thought for a second. Last
summer...that camp, oh yeah.
"Well, last summer my friends and I went to a camp. It seemed to be
part of the evil organization, but it wasn't. I met a kid named Andy there,
and he told me of his bad encounters with Mr. Devon. He was at the camp
too." She paused, trying to find the words for what she was going to say
next, "We ranaway from the camp, and Andy left for a little while when
we found a road. He didn't come back, and Eric came for me." she looked
over at Eric, "When we tried to look for help, we found Mr. Devon. He was
dead in his car." Amy almost started to cry. She was really sensitive to
things like this, even if the death was of someone that could've been the
enemy. When Amy didn't continue, Eric finished the story.
"We suspected that Andy had been the killer. He was one of the 12 boys
created 4 years earlier. They're perfect, too." He said.
"That sounds horrible." The keeper said.
"It was."
"Okay, how do you know it wasn't part of the organization?" Hobbes
asked.
"They didn't try to kill us." Amy said, "And the other Amys weren't
there." And that was the last sentence for quite awhile. Who would have
something to say after that? Finally, Ms. Candler picked up her pocket
book.
"Amy, I think we should leave. You've missed a week of school, and
I have to explain that. Plus, I think Darien and his friends need to..."
she searched for the words, "Get back to whatever they do." She ended.
Rather lamely, Amy thought.
"Goodbye, then." Claire said, "Hope to meet you again."
"Yeah, same here." Hobbes said, "I just don't want to have to save
you again." He muttered.
"Bobby!" Claire exclaimed.
"Hey, I was only kidding." He said and smiled. But Darien said nothing.
So, as Eric, Amy, Nancy, and Dr. Hopkins walked out the door, he
felt the need to follow them.
"You know I can catch up on all that stuff in a snap, mom." Amy said.
"It would cause suspicion, you know that, right?" Eric said. Ms. Candler
nodded.
"Hey." Darien said. They all turned around.
"Uh, email me once and awhile. We are both experiments, right?" Darien
hoped he didn't sound stupid. Amy smiled.
"Right." And then they turned the corner. Darien wondered if he would
ever see them again.
President Woodrow Wilson once said, 'If you want to make enemies, try to change something.' Amy's evil organization tried to change the world. And now they have their worst enemy yet...me
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Conversation between director and employee 87jlorstfunding Organization for CM12>
Employee James Lorst sat at his computer, reading the email he
had just received.
"Oh no." he said. He was obviously the first person to receive it,
and now he had to be the bearer of bad news. He logged off. Before the
screen turned black, it said 87, his code number. He got up and willed
himself to walk towards the director's door. When he got mad, he wasn't
a very good person to be around, if you valued your life.
"They have escaped and they know our secret" the worker said as he
entered the office, rather nervously.
"And for that they must be killed" the director said without turning
his chair to face him.
"Don't we need Number seven?" he said, hoping he didn't just say something
that endangered his life. The director hated ignorance.
"There are 11 other girls out there. We just have to find them." The
employee visibly relaxed and started talking with confidence.
"But they could be anywhere."
"I know that."
"What about employee 16mdevon? Is he truly still alive?"
"I doubt it."
"They still know our secret."
"No doubt, 87jlorst. But now we now theirs." The director chuckled.
"You mean..."
"Alert the boss about project QS9300."
"Right away, sir." Employee 87jlorst said and scurried out the door.
"Amy, you told me exactly what I needed to know." He said. He held
up a replica of the tiny microphone he had attached behind her ear
one of the times she was unconscious. Eventually they would find it, maybe
even a month from now, but they would never know what it was for.
"Right."
Dun, dun, DUN!
The End?
Note: How did you like my crossover? Cool? Stupid? Okay? Please R/R.
Also, I made a location mistake, Amy lives in Los Angeles and Darien lives
in San Diego. Kinda hard to miss, right? Well, sorry bout it.