Okay, I know I haven't gotten any reviews and I can't say that doesn't bother me even a little.  However, I will continue to write this for myself (I hate not finishing stuff) and I do intend to finish it.  I don't know if anyone has even read this but there, I said it.

Oh I forgot to say this but this is my first posted fan fiction…ever.  I write a lot of these for my personal enjoyment but this is my first published piece! (All the more reason to review!)

None of the characters or places belong to me, someone else owns them, I ain't making any money out of this!

In my Mind

By Happy Camper

Chapter Two

The Centre- 14th June 2000

The girl sat in the middle of the empty room.  The only furniture was the chair she sat on.  She was aware of the people behind the one-way glass, however she did not look up at them.  Skeleton man was there.  He was the one who had first come to her in this room. Told her that everything would be all right.  She had been crying, she wanted her parents.

"Where's my mom? I want my mom!" she had screamed at him.  She stared at him, she began searching for the answers she wanted in his mind.  He had grinned maliciously at her as he realised what she was doing.

"Your mummy and daddy are dead little girl", he wheezed, and when she realised it was true broke eye contact with him.  A fresh wave of tears came over her.

She cried for days.  She would never do any of the things that they wanted her to do; she had promised mom that she would never hurt anyone with those gifts that made her special.

*****

The Centre- Present day

                Sydney had been waiting by the phone for news from Jarod.  He had been researching the girl's history at the Centre.  It turned out that she had been at the centre for 3 years now and that since the 23rd July 2000, she had been sitting in her room, unresponsive.  Sydney wondered about what had caused it, could it have been one of Raines' experiments gone wrong?  Research into project 34972b had revealed something interesting.  Project 34972b was a young man with aparent psychic abilities.  The project was terminated the day that the girl had…changed.  'Terminated' was just a clinical way of saying that the young man had been killed when his usefulness had run out to Raines.  The young man had been in a state similar to the girl's…unresponsive.

                Sydney was jolted out of his train of thought by the ringing of the telephone.

                "This is Sydney"

                "Hi…how is she?", it was Jarod, the concern evident in his voice.

                "She still hasn't woken up…you know, this same thing happened to the girl…she um, woke up after about a week but she wasn't the same…."

                "I know Sydney…I've been following this thing whatever it is, it moves…from person to person."

                "Have you…traced it outside the Centre?"

                "Yes…including Miss Parker, there were four inside the Centre."

                "Are they….", Sydney began.

                "The other two are dead…the one before the girl was um…killed by the people at the centre."

                "The um…first man in the Centre died of a brain tumour.  I think that's what happens when you stay like this for so long…."

                "Sick?" Sydney suggested.

                "No Syd…not sick", Jarod replied with a sigh, "It's something else, the victims are connected…they all have some psychic ability."

                "So that's why…."

                "Yeah Syd…whatever it is moves from person to person, it seems to stay longest in people with more ability."

                "Jarod, she's a fighter…."

                "I know." And with that Jarod hung up the phone.  Jarod looked down at the phone in his hand.  Whatever he was dealing with, he couldn't fight.  He couldn't pretend anything that would save her.  Jarod hadn't told Sydney about the tiny ray of hope.  This tiny ray of hope was called George White and he was a janitor at the Centre.  If Jarod was right, George connected the Centre with the outside.  George's son had died of a brain tumour several years ago, and a note on his personell file had pointed out that he may possess extremely low empathic abilities, too low to interest the Centre…but possibly high enough to carry this thing in to work with him. 

*****

                George White got up and got dressed as he did every morning.  He half smiled at the picture beside his bed.  The picture showed him, his wife and son together.  After Mathew had died his marriage had fallen apart…actually it had started to fall apart long before that, probably about the time that Mattew had been addmitted to the psychiatric hospital.  He walked slowly into the kitchen and opened the box of pop tarts standing on the counter.  He turned around and dropped the box in fright. 

                There was a strange man standing in his apartment.

                "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, my name is Jarod."

                "So are you here to rob me or what?", George asked, staring at the stranger, unsure of how to react.  Jarod half smiled.

                "Look, um, I need to ask you something…."

                "You had to break in to ask me?", gasped George, picking up the pop tarts and edging away from the stranger.

                "We need to talk." Jarod stated simply.

*****

                Broots crashed into two people in his rush to get to Sydney's office.

                "Sydney…." He wheezed, out of breath.

                "What is it Broots?", asked Sydney, looking up from his papers.

                "I was…I was…."Broots gasped, holding a stitch in his side.  Sydney led him to the couch.  Broots took a deep breath and began:

                "I was trying to find out about the girl that Miss Parker knocked over, like you asked me to.  Well, I found the security footage of her leaving…but um, she didn't sneak out.  Someone let her out."

                "Broots…what do you mean?  Who?"

                "Maybe you should see the security footage for yourself."

*****

                "I'm sorry…but why should I tell you anything…you broke into my apartment."  George mumbled, looking Jarod up and down.  This guy looked familiar, he was sure that he had seen him somewhere before.

                "Look, whatever happened to your son, it happened to other people and most of them are dead."

                "You mean his illness…." George began.

                "If you could call it that."

                "What do you know about my son?  Do you have some explaination of why a young man should just stop talking all of a sudden and…. and then…develop a brain tumour for no reason at all?"  George nearly spat these last words.  He felt a lump in his throat, half saddness, half anger over this stranger…what right had he to come here and start talking about his dead son?

                "Something happened to you when your son died didn't it?  They made you see a counsellor, didn't they, you lied, you told them another reason why you didn't talk for a whole week after your son died…."

                "Shut up!  I gave up okay? I gave in…that thing that killed my son I wanted it to kill me too…I hoped it would.  Have you ever felt like that?  Have you ever wanted to die so much that you gave up control?"

                "Something was controlling you?" Jarod asked, shocked.

                "Yes", he barely whispered. "And I let it, I let it make me go to work and go down to the basement levels that I wasn't cleared to go to and grab hold of a young man and stare into his frightened eyes…and it left me."  George stopped and looked at Jarod.  "Does that make me a monster, letting it take the other guy instead of me…he's probably dead…."

                "Yes, he's dead…brain tumour."

                "Please leave…I have to go to work.", George sniffed as he wandered over to the couch and sank down onto it, and Jarod left without a word.

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