A/N: Hey, sorry that you guys couldn't review part two of the last chapter. Anyway, I hope that you all liked it. Also, normally I don't make update twice in one day but I felt a little bad for what happened so here you go. Also, the words that are italicized are spoken in English not French.

Quita2: At first, I was thinking of making her a real character but I decided not to because, well, it's my story. However, I'm starting to have second thoughts. I might change it back after I finish writing. Thanks for reviewing.

Janika: It was specified in his contract which I mentioned I think only once in the story. Just remember that the Reed Corp was into cybernetic stuff and such. Thanks for reviewing.

Blood Vampire: I was going to say X.A.N.A. but that would have been too easy. Thanks for reviewing.

Brianna: The papers in chapter one were the usual wavers and whatever else you'd sign to go to a boarding school. Thanks for reviewing.

Purplegirl13: Good idea but no. Sissy's been at the school too long. I haven't decided Odd's fate yet either and Dan will, well, you'll see. Thanks for reviewing.

J(at)lyoko: Yes, he'll find her. He might kill her too. I'm not saying…Thanks for reviewing.

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At the gym---

"How did you know?" Jessica asked. I didn't want to tell her the truth just yet. To do so might scare her and then she'd run off and I'd be back at square one. I wanted to get as much information out of her as I could by "natural" means.

Lying to people was something that I hated to do but after considering the past that I shared with this girl I didn't feel too convicted about it.

"I overheard a report asking Jimbo a question about a 'Midnight Massacre' last week. The person also said that there was a survivor. It sounded interesting so I did some research. You look just like her."

She did too. Her hair was no longer in a braid; it flowed freely to just below her shoulder blades. The trademark color of brown was still applied although she seemed to have lost her tan skin complexion. She was almost as tall as I was too. Apparently, time hadn't been too kind to her either. Jessica looked just as old as I did.

Her clothes were simple. Nothing expensive or spectacular. Her shirt was light brown or sand colored which was complimented by a pair of white khakis with blue shoes.

"The press didn't paint a very pretty picture of me." I allowed her to rest her forehead resting on my shoulder. It was clear that she didn't want to talk about it but too bad. I've waited four years for this moment and I was not going to back down.

"How so?" I decided to just play dumb.

"Well, they portrayed me as the person how killed them." Jessica added, "But I didn't."

What the hell!? How could she say such blasphemy! She freakin' stabbed me in the arm and killed our friends! I found out later that she hide their bodies in the closet which was why I didn't see any that night. She had some nerve denying the facts.

"Jes-Rach-whatever, can we go outside for a while? I need a breather."

Outside the gym---

Earlier this week I helped Jimbo set up some benches around the entrances. I did so for this occasion. Always plan ahead.

Jessica sat down while I stepped back and fourth trying to calm down which was hard because people were still coming and going in and out of the building as they pleased. It kept the adrenaline in my body constant.

"Are you afraid to be with me?" She asked.

"Kind of," I replied breathing in and out slowly.

"That's alright. It's happened before. You know, I really didn't think that the press would be able to find me here. I mean I changed my name and everything." I turned to face her.

"They didn't find you. They found me."

"What do you mean they found you?" I sighed.

"Would you mind if we talked in English? It would be easier for the both of us."

"Uh, sure. I didn't know you knew English. Who are you, really?" Her voice sounded uneasy.

"I am who you think I am." I replied.

"That's impossible. The only Dan I know is the one from…" She hesitated in finishing the sentence, "four…years ago."

I pinched my arm which revealed my metallic endoskeleton. Now that I've finally found her I didn't care whether people saw my arm or not. All I was concerned with was getting the truth.

"You gave me this arm to me a little over four years ago." I faced her and held out my fake limb. "I know what happened that night as do you. You killed them and tried to kill me and somehow you weren't convicted."

I set my arm back down. She stood up with her eyes wide open. Shaking her head she stated, "No, that's not true. There were things that happened in court that you don't know about."

"Yes, I know."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I know that your dad bribed the jury."

She gasped in reaction. How else would this whole ordeal make sense? She killed them and almost me and then got off. Bribery was the only way.

"Your dad had thousands if not millions of dollars in his company's payroll and inventory. How else would you have gotten off?" Her silence after my comment confirmed my theory. The jury was bribed. "Look, I tracked you down because I need to know something. Just answer me this: why did you kill our friends?"

"That's the thing. I didn't." Jessica lied in a sad voice. This made me angry.

I thought about what I'd do in this situation beforehand about a year ago so I knew what to do. With my right arm set at its maximum setting I grabbed her neck and pinned her against the wall of the gym. At the same time this got Jimbo's attention.

"How can you say that? Do you dare deny what you've done to me?" I loosened my grip to let her speak.

"Hey! What do you think you're, Dan?" Jimbo yelled. He was in shock at the sight of my arm.

"Stay out of this Jimbo. This isn't your fight." I replied.

"Tell me why." I repeated.

"Dan, you don't understand. I didn't kill them…COUGH." My grip on her throat tightened. She gasped for air. Jimbo tried to unhook my wrist but my arm was too powerful for him. She deserved what she was going to get.

However, as her face was turning from red to a darker shade of red I felt a tingling feeling in my right arm. I had never felt such a sensation before. As I turned my head to examine the source I saw Jeremie with the device that he finished making yesterday.

The synaptic link that connects my arm to my body also serves as a translator. It converts human thought into machine code, thus, making movement possible.

The device which we made is pretty much a modified T.A.Z.E.R. that interrupts the translation process which activates a safety protocol in my arm that shuts itself down. However, in order to do so the voltage had to be increased dramatically near unsafe level.

Without saying a word I knew he activated the contraption. Watts ran through my arm and into my body rendering both useless. The grip I had weakened and was released. I fell on the ground betrayed.