I hope that this explains everything. Thanks for all the reviews. There is probably only going to be a few chapters left of this. Some people have emailed me and requested a sequel. Tell me what you think! Thanks again for all the reviews. I'm turning into a review junkie. Hehe!
"What the hell?" Number 1 yelled, pushing Number 2 out of the way and running up to the computer. "How the hell? How did you….?"
The professor laughed deeply through the popup screen on the computer. "Both my twin and myself have our ways." The old man said, taking a sip of some kind of drink. "We have been waiting for you to load the computer up."
"How did you know that we would?" Number 5 asked, taking a step forward to be even with Number 1. "And how did you get out of the explosion?"
"Well, we knew our lab was going to blow so we left, taking your blond friend along. After dropping him off, we left down here to the Bahamas and have been here ever since."
"Still, it makes no sense!" Number 2 said, brushing himself off after getting up off the ground.
"Oh it makes perfect sense, my dear boy!" The professor told them, taking yet another sip of what looked to be a margarita. "My twin and I knew that you kids would come. So instead of trying to fight you kids off, we just made you part of the experiment."
"What do you mean?" Number 1 asked.
"Well, our research was to create a machine to go into the mind of someone. To go into the unconscious and see what that person is thinking. We have made the blueprints of the machine but since you interrupted us, we never got to create it. It was by chance that you teens came along." He stopped letting the news sink in. "We knew we would get into trouble for our research. It had been band by the federal government for being inhumane. So when we figured out that you kids would come to destroy our lab, we just decided to have you make the machine, you do the rest for us. I injected the blueprints into your friend, along with enough Benzodiazepine's, mixed with some other over the counter drug, to cause your friend to go into a coma. And I see our plan worked."
"How….." Number 1 sputtered. "When…. Why…."
"Well, your friend is in a coma isn't he? The blond one?"
"How did you know all this would work?" Number 5 asked, finally understanding the outcome of everything. "And why did you do it?"
The professor sighed before finishing off the margarita. He took out the green olive attached to a pointed toothpick and ate it. "We didn't really. It was a long shot but we at least had to try it. It obviously worked also. We did it because as scientist, we wanted our research to work. We both are getting old. In fact, my brother is probably dead right now. I am getting there too, too old to do anymore research, too old to do anything about it. To know our research worked is good to know. Now I can die happy."
"He won't wake up." Number 2 said, stepping forward and next to Number 1. "His eyes are glazed and he just won't wake up. Our other friend is in there too and she won't wake up."
"Your friend can wake him up." The professor said, licking the salt off the rim of his glass. He winced at the taste and placed the glass down. "The whole point to the research was to wake the person up after they had been in the coma. It is possible."
"So when are they going to wake up?" Number 1 asked.
"It depends on them. The mind is unique. Trust in your friend and it will be so." The professor stood up. "I must be going. I am due for an appointment in ten minutes. I wish you the best of luck and a thank you. Goodbye!"
"No! Wait!" Number 1 yelled, lunging at the computer as the popup disappeared. The professor was gone. He growled under his breath.
"We can only pray and wait." Number 2 said, his broad shoulder slumping in defeat. "I know she can do it. She loves him and will figure out a way."
Number 5 sat down into a chair. "I believe in her too." She admitted.
"We can only wait and hope." Number 1 said, sitting down and placing his head in his hands.
"What the hell?" Number 1 yelled, pushing Number 2 out of the way and running up to the computer. "How the hell? How did you….?"
The professor laughed deeply through the popup screen on the computer. "Both my twin and myself have our ways." The old man said, taking a sip of some kind of drink. "We have been waiting for you to load the computer up."
"How did you know that we would?" Number 5 asked, taking a step forward to be even with Number 1. "And how did you get out of the explosion?"
"Well, we knew our lab was going to blow so we left, taking your blond friend along. After dropping him off, we left down here to the Bahamas and have been here ever since."
"Still, it makes no sense!" Number 2 said, brushing himself off after getting up off the ground.
"Oh it makes perfect sense, my dear boy!" The professor told them, taking yet another sip of what looked to be a margarita. "My twin and I knew that you kids would come. So instead of trying to fight you kids off, we just made you part of the experiment."
"What do you mean?" Number 1 asked.
"Well, our research was to create a machine to go into the mind of someone. To go into the unconscious and see what that person is thinking. We have made the blueprints of the machine but since you interrupted us, we never got to create it. It was by chance that you teens came along." He stopped letting the news sink in. "We knew we would get into trouble for our research. It had been band by the federal government for being inhumane. So when we figured out that you kids would come to destroy our lab, we just decided to have you make the machine, you do the rest for us. I injected the blueprints into your friend, along with enough Benzodiazepine's, mixed with some other over the counter drug, to cause your friend to go into a coma. And I see our plan worked."
"How….." Number 1 sputtered. "When…. Why…."
"Well, your friend is in a coma isn't he? The blond one?"
"How did you know all this would work?" Number 5 asked, finally understanding the outcome of everything. "And why did you do it?"
The professor sighed before finishing off the margarita. He took out the green olive attached to a pointed toothpick and ate it. "We didn't really. It was a long shot but we at least had to try it. It obviously worked also. We did it because as scientist, we wanted our research to work. We both are getting old. In fact, my brother is probably dead right now. I am getting there too, too old to do anymore research, too old to do anything about it. To know our research worked is good to know. Now I can die happy."
"He won't wake up." Number 2 said, stepping forward and next to Number 1. "His eyes are glazed and he just won't wake up. Our other friend is in there too and she won't wake up."
"Your friend can wake him up." The professor said, licking the salt off the rim of his glass. He winced at the taste and placed the glass down. "The whole point to the research was to wake the person up after they had been in the coma. It is possible."
"So when are they going to wake up?" Number 1 asked.
"It depends on them. The mind is unique. Trust in your friend and it will be so." The professor stood up. "I must be going. I am due for an appointment in ten minutes. I wish you the best of luck and a thank you. Goodbye!"
"No! Wait!" Number 1 yelled, lunging at the computer as the popup disappeared. The professor was gone. He growled under his breath.
"We can only pray and wait." Number 2 said, his broad shoulder slumping in defeat. "I know she can do it. She loves him and will figure out a way."
Number 5 sat down into a chair. "I believe in her too." She admitted.
"We can only wait and hope." Number 1 said, sitting down and placing his head in his hands.
