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He sat up. He didn't know how long he had been lying there, but it was enough to find out quite a bit about the people in the room. After much convincing, they had left for coffee. Apparently they had been there for hours after a mission to a mall, that part had him confused. They had sat there and told stories about someone called Sprout. "Who would name their kid Sprout?" He thought.
A name that came up often was someone called Gordon. He and Sprout would do things from steal cookies from the cookie jar to red hair die in their brothers' shampoo.
He hoped he wouldn't run into them anytime soon.
A guy named Scott seemed to be the oldest, and the most depressing. He had sat there for ages complaining over 'how he wasn't there to protect him' and 'what kind of brother was he?'
The other two just sat there saying nothing except the occasional asking if Sprout would be ok. The oldest man would always answer because Gordon would be yelling at Scott to 'SHUT THE HELL UP', AGAIN!
He closed his eyes. Whoever this Sprout-dude was, he was lucky. His family was always there for him and always looking out for him, though they must be pretty thick to sit in the wrong room for hours and not realise. Subconsciously he raised a hand to his head, inviting the pain into his system.
"Alan?"
He opened his eyes. There was the man from earlier, the one who sat there. Now the he could see him, he noticed that he had very blonde hair, almost white, and the deepest blue eyes.
"Alan. Hey, how you feeling?"
He had lowered his voice, and it was a good thing to, the first time he spoke, he had felt his head almost explode, though the whole 'Alan-thing' still confused him.
"What are you doing here?" He managed to choke out, each word a drum being slammed in his ear. He didn't mean it in a horrible way. He also noted that his voice was raspy yet calm.
The man moved across the room and sat by the bed, running a hand through his hair.
"Brains switched shifts with me; he thought I should be here for this."
"Brains?" Still raspy, with a hint of confusion this time.
"I know. Just can't quite imagine Brains up there somehow." He laughed, picturing the sight. "Give it a day or two and he'll be begging to come back down. Him or Fermat." His smile shrank and he ran a hand through his hair again, but sighed this time. "You really scared us there, when Scott said you were in hospital and Gordon telling us that you could have brain damage. Dad and Virgil…" He trailed off as if looking for the right words. "…they were like ghosts. No-one could believe it. No-one WOULD believe it. I'm just glad you're ok. Don't know what we would do without you."
Alan sat there with all the information seeping into his brain. Alan, his name was Alan. There was someone called Brains 'up-there'? Still two people called Scott and Gordon? Another called Virgil? A hospital? Brain damage?
Yet one thing still was nagging at him; WHO WAS THIS MAN?
He lay down again, bringing his hand up to his head. Alan gasped at the pain he once invited in.
"Mr Tracy? We have the medical forms that your father asked for. So if you would like to take Alan home then you just need to fill these in."
"Please, just call me John. Mr Tracy is too formal for my liking." John reached for the forms the nurse was holding out for him. Alan never even heard her come in.
She was Asian, with black hair, hazel eyes and a white smile. Her name tag read 'Nurse Julie', but Alan felt like he knew her from somewhere else.
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Alan gazed at the building below.
John had signed the papers and had got and gotten the other while Alan got dressed in the clothes he was given. They were long, baggy jeans with a blue fox belt. His shirt was blue as well. When the others had come in, the noise was unbearable. The oldest had been trying to keep his temper and not blow up in Alan's face. Scott was the same. John just stood in the corner smiling, he had already had his chat with Alan, for now. Virgil sat in a chair next to the bed looking sympathetic and Gordon had climbed onto the bed doing an impression of Scott. Alan didn't know whether to laugh or not.
The building was big. Very big. There were many buildings, each connected to each other by open-air passages. There was a big field surrounding the buildings, with a track chalked on it next to a massive building which Alan guessed was a gym. On the other side was a big tower with a clock on and a small quad with a pond and covered area.
Scott and Virgil were flying the plane so Alan couldn't see them but whenever he turned around Gordon, Jeff and John would be staring at him, as though he would break at any second.
"Put your seatbelts on guys, were gonna land now."
Scott's voice could be heard over the speaker.
There was a rattle and Alan got a sick feeling as the plane began to land.
Jeff moved across to sit next to Alan to make sure that he wasn't going to be sick.
Once they had landed, everyone was fussing over Alan again, but he brushed them all off. He didn't even really know them apart from their names and now they were scaring him. He walked off towards the biggest building he could see, the others close behind.
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The time was 9 o'clock. The second hand ticked away gnawing into the brain of all that could hear it. But one brain had locked it out. And that one brain was now about to use all it's force. Using his power he pushed.
Hours later, a call was made. The person picked up and listened to the voice on the other end. They put down the phone, stood up and turned to face the windows, there hands behind their backs.
"The Hood has escaped."
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