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I sigh and start. "Well, I thought that I was an X6, one of the ones that they used to test stuff on. You know, since the original was faulty. I was put in a separate unit, with all of the 'troublemakers'. They watched our every move, but me and my sister Amy weren't at all touched by Manticore's brainwashing." I tell them, and memories of Amy float painfully to the surface. I push them away, and continue telling them. "Then, one night, when we were hacking into the database, we found out some stuff about me that Manticore sure as hell wanted to keep a secret. I'm not an X6, guys. I'm an X5. But I was made three years after they stopped production. Guess some lab geek wanted to be a rebel, and here I am.
And the reason I'm sick? I don't even know for sure, but I do know that Renfro's been giving me injections for the past two months. Usually they tell us what they're putting in us, so that we don't go postal and snap somebody's neck or something. But she's so secretive about it, and I don't think that anyone else knows what it is, either. She puts it in me, not the medics. And every time the dose gets bigger, and I get sicker. Don't worry, I always get better. Quick healer." I assure them at their looks of shock.
"They made you that sick on purpose?" Max asks incredulously, and I nod, not knowing that it's that big of a deal. I mean, they do experiments all of the time. "That sick bitch!"she yells, and beside her Alec's jaw muscles are working up a storm.
"They needed to know if I was immune to whatever it was. But, God, do they need to keep testing? Man, this is getting excessive." I complain, sick of being sick. "Now the seizures and the fever are coming at the same time. Awesome." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"Andy, we need to get you out of there. Whatever the hell they're giving you is obviously not good." Alec says, his eyes demanding.
"No, it's fine. I can handle whatever they throw at me. I'm fine." I tell him and Max, really wanting to go. Come on, people, just let me go back to my hellhole!!!
"We're not letting you go back." he promises, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Do these guys know how much Manticore wants to keep the few prototypes they have left?
"I am not going to put you two in danger, ok?" I tell them, honestly getting really frustrated. They look at each other, and smirk. "What?!"
"Andy, we're Manticore, too. We're never out of danger." Max tells me, and Alec nods. "I don't want you to go back there and you are not going to fight me on this. Are you?" she asks, her eyes narrowing a bit.
"No ma'am." I sigh, knowing that I can't fight her on this. Damn, we're stubborn! "So, what now?"
"We need to get out of this building, and get you a job. But we should really pay a visit to Sam Carr first." Max says, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket and walking out of the room.
"Sam Carr?" I whisper to Alec. "A doctor, but he's cool with transgenics. Helps us out when we need it." Alec tells me, but I'm still worried. Doctor? Great...like I haven't seen enough of those to save a third world country of all diseases already. No, I've gotta see more. Whoo hoo...
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I watch Max pacing in the kitchen. I could listen in if I really wanted to, but I don't feel compelled. When you don't know how sick you're going to get, eavesdropping becomes #2 on your priority list. I look down, morbidly embarrassed to find out that I'm in somebody else's boxers and t-shirt.
I look at Alec, mortified. "Um...where did my clothes go?" I ask, feeling more stupid by the second.
"They got all sweaty from your fever, so Max loaned you some of hers." he says, watching Max pace. I have a feeling that there's something between those two. Something more than they're letting on. Or maybe they just haven't realized it yet.
Suddenly I start getting the chills. Oh no, not this again. Before they can get real bad, he wraps a blanket around my shoulders and rubs my hands in his, making them warmer. "T-thanks." I splutter. This moment is quickly rising on my most embarrassing moments list. This is even worse than the time I tripped and got covered in mud in front of all of the X7's.
Max walks back in, surveying me closely. "Well, Andy, let's go see what little buggers are floating around in you." she says, placing a bunch of clothes on the bed. After I change into pants and a sweatshirt, I zip up Alec's leather jacket (he lent it to me), and they help me up. I know that I can do it, but as soon as I stumble Alec lifts me into his arms.
I stick my bottom lip out in my best puppy dog pout. "I can walk, dammit!! I'm a genetically enhanced supersoldier capable of using her own two feet!" I assure them, but they just smirk. Damn smirkiness. Ok, so that made no sense whatsoever, but I could have walked!!
Oh, well, at least I get to ride on the back of Max's motorcycle. But don't think that I'm not still mad...oh, yeah, I'm mad. Fuming, even. Ok, I'm not, but why do I suddenly feel like I'm their kid? It's kind of creeping me out how they keep giving each other googly-eyes.
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~She's so weak, so un-Manticore. She has a fire that I'd have thought would have been killed by now. We have to stop her from going back, and we have to save the rest.~
~She's not going back. Not ever. Max and I can do it. We can do anything.~
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After being carried into Dr. Carr's office (the carrying done against my will-again), I sit on the table nervous about what they might find. And kind of scared, too. But I'll never admit it. But when you spend you whole life at a place where a bunch of sadistic doctors are all too happy to cut you up and put you back together (though sometimes not in that order), you're expected to freak a little when ya see one. A doctor, that is.
"Ok, Andy, let's draw a little blood and see what's making you sick, huh?" Dr. Carr interrupts my thoughts, but I welcome the intrusion to my bloody memories. Until I see the needle. I hate needles. Maybe it's a result of being a living genetic experiment, but I'm definitely needle-phobic. I gulp, feeling the blood rush out of my face. "It will only hurt a little bit, Andy." he assures me.
I nod weakly, and he sticks the needle into my outstretched arm. I flinch a little, not so much at the needle but of the memories of doctors going needle-happy. Damn, Manticore really oughta psycho-analyze their workers before hiring them.
"Just let me run this down to the lab, and I'll be right back." he tells Max and Alec. "You can take a nap if you want, Andy, while we wait for results." he tells me. I'm ready to tell him no, but Max and Alec nod, giving me a 'you'd better do it' look.
"Yes Mommy, yes Daddy." I smirk, laying down and immediately falling into a deep sleep.
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A/N: ok, apologies all around. I'm sooooo sorry about lack of updates!!!! please, forgive me, then tell me that you have, preferably in a review, to make me feel less guilty!! Review, tell me what you think? I don't know if I did good on this chapter.
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