I could see it now,
Kane, tossing around and screaming on top of the car, cursing as we
zipped down the highway at outrageous speeds.
"Hey PC!" she
snapped, Bringing me out of my blissful day dream." What are you
smiling about?"
"Um. Nothing…So who's goin' to drive?"
I asked quickly.
"Raf of course." Kane said.
"You can't
make him drive look at him…he's all messed up."
"Well
then you."
"I'm all messed up too…Why don't you drive
for a change."
"Because, I have to finish writing my report
and try to explain why we came back with two experiments instead of
four."
"Oh." I never did think that whole bit through. I
knew I was going to get in trouble for it. But I just couldn't
condemn them like that. Then I got an idea and my smile broadened
"Why don't let me and Raf take care of that."
" I don't
trust that look on your face." Kane said.
"Hehe most people
don't… Now don't worry your pretty little head," I said
patting her head. "We'll take care of it." Kane seemed to
consider it.
"No! It's my job and—."
"Kane what is
all this?" Raf said holding up a long receipt.
She blushed,
"Well…um…you two were taking forever I decided to go
…shopping?" I beckoned for the receipt and looked at the items.
"Well weren't you the busy bee."
"It was just a few
items nothing major," she said in her defense. WEEEAAAK.
"
That's what they all say…you know that money isn't for you to
squander on just anything." I said seriously. " It's for food,
parts for the car, gas, and the occasional CD. Raf and I risk life
and limb for it…It also comes straight from the School… Now how
are we going explain to Jeb why we spent over fifty dollars on tank
tops." Kane was silent and beet red ,by the looks of her. " Tell
you what…" I said folding the receipt several ways. "You do the
driving and the buying of food. If there is money left and in
exchange we get to ride in the back and finish your report. If you do
this we won't tell Jeb or Chase about your financial endeavors
….Deal?" I said extending my hand. Kane stared at me like I was
crazy.
"What's that for?"
"Shaking seals the deal…or
would you prefer that I ask you to slit your wrist and sign a
contract in blood." Kane made a face in disgust and shook my hand.
"Nice doing business with you." I grabbed her wrist and
placed the keys in her hand." Happy driving." ….
Dr.
Risa: "WHERE IS HE?" Lilac roared as she limped into my office.
I sat there doing work as usual and maintained my composure, despite
the raging Eraser standing a few feet away on crutches. Ever since PC
and Rafmire left, Lilac had been on the verge of madness. I tried to
keep her occupied. But I was running out things for her to do. I
didn't believe in punishing the experiments we had unless they did
something completely out of line and that was rare, because they were
afraid of Lilac and they knew that punishments administered by her
were massacres. "ANSWER ME OLD WOMAN!" Lilac snapped. I looked up
at her with my most piercing gaze.
"You will get no answers
from me until you sit down and act your age," I said sharply. Lilac
didn't know it, but I always had two Wraith0.5s with me at all
times. The Wraith0.5 was my latest creation, an Eraser similar to the
Wraith only these were quiet as death and had the ability to fuse
with anything and become completely camouflaged. This type was able
to change from human to wolf form, just like Lilac and like most
Erasers now came with an obedience rate of 100 . Lilac grudgingly
sat down and turned into her human form. She casually crossed one leg
over the other keeping the wounded foot on top. PC has snapped it
pretty good and I had my doubts that she would ever be able to walk
normally.
I clicked my pen closed and rolled it under my palm,
"What is it you want my dear?" Lilac let out a snarl. "I want
to know where, PC is and his little friend too."
"Purple Cat
and Rafmire have been transferred, Lilac, you won't see them here
anymore."
She gripped the arms of her chair, "Why not?"
"They're being trained to help capture more dangerous
experiments out west,"I said.
"I want them dead…let me go
after them…please, doctor."
"I can't allow you to do
that, Lilac. Jeb is a powerful figure in this system, if I set you
loose on PC and Rafmire and you succeed in dispatching them, I could
lose my job." Lilac rose up quickly and slammed her fist on my
desk. "Who cares about your job!" She turned swiftly. "I'm
going to get them…I will not rest until I have my vengeance."
"STOP right there, Lilac," I said sternly…I was tired of
her simple mindedness. "Listen to me attentively, young lady. You
try ANYTHING to leave from here without my authorization. I will have
you gunned down and your parts in jars before you can even blink.
Don't tempt me, Lilac. You're a good Eraser, I would hate for you
to end up just like your brother," I sat down and resumed my work
"You're dismissed." Lilac swore at me under her breath and
slammed the door behind her.
Lilac: The nerve of that old fossil…fine if I can't get to them…I know someone who will gladly do it for me…….
After leaving town, we got Kane to take us out for a BIG dinner. Of course she didn't do this voluntarily; it took some persuasion along with a little black mail. But in any case, Raf and I got our way and feasted. This mission was one of a very few occasions when I had expended an enormous amount of energy. After stuffing our faces it was back to the road. The trip seemed a little rough on Raf, because of his broken ribs. We had done our best to patch each other up until we got back to the School. Next, Raf and I set to work on finishing Kane's report and coming up with a way to cover up my lapse in judgment, needless to say we had a ball writing it. I could tell Kane was freaking out the entire time, she kept looking over her shoulder at us every five minutes and I had to remind her to keep her eyes on the road. Now, this gripping report we put together was 90 fiction and 10 fact, my injures that I received had to be accurate, because once we showed up, as disheveled as we were, we would most definitely be in for a trip to the doctor's office. I couldn't wait to give this to Kane and have her hand it to one of her superiors…it-would-be- CLASSIC.
My nerves were running
high. WE only had a couple more miles to drive and then we would be
back at the School. It was neither only a couple of hours till
sunrise and PC nor his dark creepy partner had allowed me to see what
they had written on the report. I was losing sleep over this; I
couldn't take the nagging feeling on not knowing. I rubbed my face
and stared at the small glowing clock above the controls of the car
radio. The night was peaceful and I was grateful that there was no
Torrin to come and flip the car off the road. I stared up at the sky
through the roof and my eye lids becoming heavy. Suddenly the back of
my seat jolted forward and I turned around quickly, my heart racing.
It was only Raf , he kicks in his sleep and when he kicks he kicks
hard…what an annoying habit. PC was purring again…no wonder I
couldn't sleep! Compounded by my worry and these two idiots I would
never sleep a wink tonight! I saw the report resting innocently on
PC's stomach and I instantly looked away. But then I slowly turned
around …the temptation was too great, so I slowly inched
forward…this required skillful hands to operate. I tried to steady
my breathing and make each breath as shallow as possible. Raf moaned
and changed position. I had to be careful. A few seconds ticked by
and I slowly pinched a corner of the report and began to tug
slightly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," PC said
softly making me jump. He looked down at me with one half lidded ruby
colored eye. I gave him a questioning look. "Kane, I have the
sensitive hearing of a cat, you wouldn't be able to scratch you
backside without me noticing." He slapped my hand gently and I
grudgingly let go. PC changed his position and had his back to me,
the report pinned between him and the back seat. "By the way, You
breateh through your mouth." I frowned and threw myself back in the
driver's seat and laid there staring at the stars outside wishing
to be away from all this, PC, Raf, Chase and Jeb……
We finally arrived at the School around ten in the morning. Raf had offered to drive that morning, but Kane insisted on taking us the rest of the way. Before we arrived at the gate I placed the report on the passenger side seat and said "All yours; thanks for driving." I had to cut her a break every now and then, even though Kane was mean, a first class prude and Jeb's lap dog. When we arrived Erasers and Whitecoats swarmed in the parking deck like flies to a carcass. Then the screaming, protesting, and vows of vengeance began, as Jawz and Wraiths arrived to take Nia and Storm away. I always hated that part. It made me feel extremely small…like a flea or something. But my knowledge that I could remove my Ring when ever I felt like it gave me some comfort. This nightmare would be over soon….or so I thought. From the parking deck, Raf and I were taken to get our wounds treated, while Kane walked off…to do …uh secretary stuff….I guess. All in all my injuries weren't that bad, thanks to my ability to take a licking; I only wound up with some scratches, large bruises and a horrible burn on my wrist. That lightening strike I think had caused the most damage, I still had a horrible head ache and sometimes my ears would ring. I didn't tell the Whitecoat that was taking care of me though, because the fact that I was able to get up and walk away from trauma like that gives the Whitecoats the grounds to want to find out why. I had managed to stay off the slab and out of the lab, because there is nothing about me that puzzles them. They know my chemistry inside and out; if they ever got wind of this I would be in a containment room quicker than I could blink. You're given a room when out grow the dog kennel, but trust me it's not that much of an improvement….
I gritted my teeth as
the Whitecoat examining touched my side. Soft popping noises could be
heard beneath my skin.
"Oh my, it looks like you've got a
couple of broken ribs here," she said.
"Nothing gets by you,"
I said irritably. This lady is even more clueless than Dr. Brooke.
She frowned at me and said "That's just the pain talking."….I
hated returning to the festering cesspool … The Whitecoat now
taking care of me was a woman by the name of Maggie Porter or just
Dr. Porter. WHY am I plagued by stupid females? It was hard to
breathe and I continued to surprise myself every time I was in a
fight…it was interesting how much you could endure when you weren't
completely human anymore. Dr. Porter prescribed me with pain killers
and a rib belt to help support my rib cage and keep the offending
bones in place while they healed. Next came the obvious diagnosis of
my burns that I received. After taking care of that I felt that Dr.
Porter had done enough and began to gently slide off the examination
table.
"Wait a minute where do you think you are going?" she
asked
"Back to my room and as far away from you as I can get."
Dr. Porter didn't seem to be one of these people with a sense of
humor.
"Get back up there I'm not finished with you yet,"
she said writing down data on her clipboard.
"What now?" I
asked.
"This won't take long," she said placing the
clipboard down and pulling out some X-ray films, placing them on a
light board. "Take a look at this." I stared at the black and
white fuzzy images. I was amazed at how the Whitecoats could read
them.
"What am I looking for?"
"Here." Dr. Porter
pointed with her pen. I squinted and looked at a tiny crack in the
white bone. "These are films from your past X-rays…of your wings.
This one is when you first arrived….keep an eye on that crack…now
look at the others." The crack in the bone had become bigger each
time and others started to appear in each film. "And now look…this
one is from today." The original crack was enormous and the others
had increased in size. I had feeling it wasn't good.
" What
does this mean?"
" Let put this in terms you can understand
Raf. Those cracks are tiny fractures, every time you have preformed
any action involving flight those cracks become progressively
bigger."
" How am I still able the fly and what's causing
it?"
Dr. Porter folded her arms," How you are still able to
fly is a mystery to me. As for what's causing it…it could be a
number of things. It could be genetic or your line of work…But one
things is certain though, you've had this for a very long time,
maybe when you were as old as 6…that is when you had functioning
wings am I correct."
"I…uh…don't remember." I said
which was true.
"Hmm…its most likely genetics in my
professional opinion. But there is only one way to figure this out
and that is through..." Don't say it. "Testing." Uh, she said
it. I stifled and groan…I wanted to throw a fit but I think I would
have to be content with gripping the examination table that I was
sitting on. "I am going to talk to Jeb and see if he can relieve
you of duty …for the time being." Silence lingered and I looked
over Dr Porter…her gaze was indifferent like mine and calculating.
"No," I said.
She looked at me surprised, "Rafmire…this
a serious condition…if you continue to do the things you are doing,
you wings will be literally "ripped" from your back. Worst case
scenario this could happen in flight—."
" I don't care!
The answer is NO," I snapped, glass objects burst all over the
room. I slid off the table again onto the floor and slowly began to
head for the door.
"How would you feel about me keeping this
quiet?" Dr. Porter said. I stopped. "No one else would be
touching you except me. Please, Rafmire…you aren't worth anything
to Jeb if you lose your wings." I gave her a smug look and
pretended to consider it, but my mind was already made up. Whitecoats
never take "no" for an answer when it comes to satisfying their
thirst for knowledge.
So I had better drive my point home, "That
would only work…Dr. Porter if I actually liked you. As for Jeb, my
worth doesn't matter whether I have wings or not. And on a final
note if you or any of your Whitecoat monkeys even touches me…you'll
end up with belly full of glass."
Dr. Porter didn't seem
shaken; she constricted her around her chest a little, "You don't
scare me, Rafmire. Others maybe afraid of you, but I'm not. Let me
make one final note to YOU. I am your doctor, whether you like me or
dislike is not important. What is important is that I do my job. I
will respect your request for now…but if the condition worsens me
and my Whitecoat monkeys, as you call them, will be all over you no
matter how many beakers you can break…so do yourself a favor and
stay out of the sky."……
The day after we
returned, I was called by Jeb again for another heart to heart chat.
Once again Rafmire wasn't invited. But I don't think he would go
even if he was allowed. He looked horrible and even droopier than he
had been when Storm killed the crows that came to protect him. Kane
didn't show her face the rest of the day and the only other person
that came to visit was Chase. He dropped in to vent about how damaged
the car was. I guess it was a bad idea to mention that that was our
second car and that the first had been completely trashed by Torrin,
which according the report Raf and I threw together, I had killed him
by accident. In the report, I tried to make Torrin and Voice sound as
wild, out of control, and homicidal as I could, because no one wants
to house a psycho experiments, unless you're like Lab 7, which
produces Erasers most of the time. Anyways back to my chat with Jeb,
this time I didn't need an armed and fanged escort. They trusted
that I would go where I was supposed to and not snoop around. Kane
was at the front desk with her usual disdainful stare, which I grew
accustomed to.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I'm
here to see your boss," I replied.
Kane picked up the phone and
announced my arrival, then pointed to the door, "You know where to
go." I walked down the hallway and to Jeb's office. As usual he
greeted me with the same phony smile that he gave everyone else.
"Well done, Seth," Jeb said leaning forward and lacing his
fingers. "Your first mission was great and Kane gave me a
magnificent report." Jeb reached into his desk and pulled out two
more envelopes and tossed them at me. "Here is your pay and your
next assignment."
"You looked even happier then I thought you
would, Jeb. After all we came up short," I said counting the money.
"Yes, very true, but it was the fact that you had the
intestinal fortitude to do what you did. Not many collectors were
able to kill the targets that were difficult to handle, thus they
were dispatched themselves. But I understand that this isn't the
first time you've killed a target." It felt like he just gave me
a swift kick in the stomach, as I remembered the day we took down
Lyle and how sad Gozbud looked when we came to visit.
"No…it's
not the first," I said, closing the money envelope. "Anyways if
that is all…um I'll go." I turned and headed for the door.
"One more thing, Seth." I didn't want to stay a minute
longer, the sight of that man unnerved me, kind of the same way I
felt when ever I crossed paths with Dr. Rancor. "What is it?" I
asked controlling my exasperation.
"In the next couple of weeks
we will start YOUR training."
"What training?"
"Didn't
I tell you that I was going to be teaching you a new skill, besides
aerial tactics?" "OH that…yeah, of course," I said sincerely.
Jeb chuckled, "You're quite the lair PC, I almost believed
you for a second."
"Well…no one can pull the wool over your
eyes," I replied sarcastically, leaning in the door way.
"Anyways…just to remind you of that …it will begin in the
next week or so."
"Well, what is it?" Jeb smiled again…I
hate that…I wanted to unclip my Ring and wipe that expression off
his face, right now. But my voice of reason got in the way and told
me to wait, for once I listened.
"It's a surprise," Jeb
said. I rolled my eyes and left. A surprise, huh? The only surprise I
like is on my birthday and I haven't had one of those in a long
time….
I eventually returned home. It was the longest walk of my life. For my own safety I didn't return to my old house, since Erasers were swarming the countryside looking for me and other informants. I had apologized to Roc, for my outburst in Boston. But our relationship was different now. It wasn't as close as it once was…funny, you would think that my ties to PC would have been severed after Gozbud's capture, but I knew in my gut that he was innocent…he had to be. PC didn't have a treacherous bone in his body, he would never turn on the Network and of that I was certain. Weeks went by and I still hadn't heard anything from Mercy, had she found him or not? When Mercy set out, the only information that she had about PC was based at Lab 7 but according to some recent escapees, he was no longer there. Mercy would now have to find him, through his last several targets. From there she would have to back track through smaller networks, like flocks in order to figure out where he was now and that could be anywhere. PC was good at not being found and it was that talent that kept us in the dark and off the radar for so long. But that darkness that we always hid in was now becoming lighter. The hawks, ravens, falcons and other birds from various Ghosts were flooding into the small town where I was stationed and the news that they carried was disturbing. The School was putting a big squeeze on the Network and this time they had succeeded in capturing one us. The unfortunate one was Card. It was only a matter of time now. There were seven of us left……
"Is this necessary,"
I asked nervously. The lights in the room were brighter than usual
and the polished linoleum tiles didn't make it any easier on my
eyes. I still had a headache that continued to gnaw at me night and
day from that darn lightening strike. Some days it wasn't so bad,
other days it was unbearable.
Those couple of weeks Jeb was
talking about went by quickly and according to him, Raf and I have
brought in more experiments with minimal damage than any Eraser or
Collector on record. I was not too sure if I should be proud out of
that, after all what I was doing was nothing short of despicable. If
you hate me now for what I was doing before, you're going to hate
me even more for what Raf and I were forced to do currently. Anytime
we were assigned to bring in a bird kid experiment. Proper procedure
and protocol dictated that their wings be clipped before arrival.
Don't worry it doesn't hurt them physically, but let's be
honest; you never want an involuntary hair cut. I didn't like it at
first and after clipping an entire flock I was ready to get out of
here. But a weird feeling told me to stay, I hadn't hit rock bottom
yet, the Ring was the only trump card I had, so I had to use it
wisely. Besides the clipping of bird kids wings, which made me feel
like dirt. The capture of another Ghost, Card, made me fell like
dust. That was a very tough mission, both physically and mentally at
least for me. Lucky for us, Card was an earth bound creature, but
that didn't stop him from giving us a royal butt kicking, which
broke a few more of Raf's ribs and fractured my collar bone. BUT we
brought him down eventually. When we brought him back. Jeb was
exceptionally pleased and this is how he repaid me after my
recovery…bright lights, shiny floor and everything smelling too
clean for its own good. But the worst thing about this whole
arrangement was being restrained. I hadn't been involuntarily
touched or restrained at all in a very long time. So naturally I was
in a state of total panic. The only thing that helped me keep my
heart from fibrillating was talking, which made me sound like a total
nut. There were a few Whitecoats in the room, casually ignoring me
jabber, as they prepared me for this new training I was going to
receive. My mouth was dry and my headache was even worse. A White
coat came near me with a device that he strapped around my head…ohhhh
great …now I was going to get executed I knew it…I had to get out
of here and NOW. I tried to reach for my Ring, but I couldn't and
tried wriggling my wrists loose, but to no avail. Then Jeb came in,
his demeanor calm.
"Good Morning, Seth how are you?" he
asked.
"Wishing I was still asleep." I said fidgeting. "Is
all this necessary? Do I need to be restrained?" I almost sounded
like I was begging.
"The restraints are just a precaution,
Seth. You'll get used to it."
"Jeb, My name is PC…please
stop calling me Seth," I said.
"Why not?" I growled and
lunged forward the straps around my torso held me back "I don't
need to explain it to you," I said through my teeth.
"Fine
then, PC." He said tapping one of the straps "Precautions." He
moved away from me. "Let's get down to business shall we. The
skill that I am going to teach you is called teleblocking. To put it
in simple terms I will teach you how to block psi-waves. Telepathy is
a powerful and destructive tool wielded by some experiments. It is
the leading cause of death for Erasers, scientists and Collectors
alike. It's like venom almost, but it kills you more quickly than
any snake. Any questions so far?"
"Why not teach Raf this
little trick?" I asked.
"Because, Rafmire's power is very
similar to telepathy, in the fact that he controls glass with his
mind. His ability is only a small part of the telepathy field, but it
is extremely effective none the less. So I don't see the need. You
on the other hand, have little to no power at all. Of course, you can
outmuscle most Erasers, glide, change into only ONE alternate form,
take a beating, and have all the keen senses of a cat. This may work
on experiments that rely on brute force, but with telepaths you have
to play mind games it requires thinking." Jeb explained pointing to
his head. "Because let's face facts PC. Placed in a room with a
telepathic bird kid, you'll be dead before I can snap my fingers."
I was silent…he had a point. "The device on your head will emit
psi-waves of varying intensity. By the time this training is over, no
one will be able to read your mind or control you. Your immunity will
be that strong, however I do warn you though. Some people have not
completed this training successfully and there is a slight chance
that you will "pop" if you are unable to successfully block the
psi-waves. But of course we all take risks in life and this is just
one of them. Let's begin." …..
"What's your name?"
I asked. My search for PC was had taken me all over the country. Some
of the sources I had gotten information from were horribly
unreliable, but every now and then I would get a little spit of
truth. Most of the people that had contact with PC or had known
friends that were captured by him were suspicious of me at first and
they had every right to be. Most were too scared to say anything
about what they had seen or heard about him. Two stories that seemed
to circulate in local flocks, was the death of Lyle and the time, PC
and his partner whom I never got the name of, attacked a pair of bird
kids in order to get some information from them. What happened to
them after PC was done…varies drastically. Some say he killed them
others said that he let them go. This was exasperating work and I
resisted the urge to just pry into their minds and get the
information I needed. My next two informants I tracked down had taken
me to Oregon. They were a cute pair and I highly doubted they were
brother and sister.
"Do I really need to give my name?" he
asked me. The young girl sitting next to him shifted in her chair
uneasily. We were in a small restaurant; I offered to pay for what
ever they wanted in exchange for information and they happily agreed.
"Don't worry, I don't name names," I said stroking my
lighter with one finger.
"Fine, my name is Gale," he said
softly. My eyes shifted to the girl.
"My name is Bleep."
"Honesty…something everyone seems to be lacking these days,"
I said smoothly. The waitress arrived with the pairs' order of food
and another glass of lemonade for me. I had already eaten a couple
hours previous and I didn't need to consume as much food as they
did. After all I didn't fly anywhere; I simply walked….pays to
have great endurance…saves a lot on travel expenses. The others and
I used to joke that I was a Michael Myers incarnate. You know that
guy from the movie Halloween; because he never chased his victims…he
just walked.
"So what do you want to know?" Gale asked
chomping down on a thick steak hungrily.
"I'm looking for an
experiment…word around here says that you've seen him."
"Depends…what's his name."
"Purple Cat…most
people call him PC." \
Gale blinked at me, "What about him?"
"Where did you last see him?" I asked.
"What's it to
you?" Bleep asked.
"Nothing you need to be concerned
about…it's strictly business." I said as warmly as I could…I
never really like kids under the age of 12, and I need to read Gale's
mind to know that he didn't trust me.
"I see," he said
chewing pensively. "We last saw him, in a town called Garner
Springs southwest of here. Is that all you need to know?"
"Is
there anything else you can tell me?" I inquired.
"He kicks
really hard."
"You fought with him?"
"Yeah…he's a
collector and a tough one. You better hope he doesn't come after
you," Gale warned.
I stifled a laugh "Thanks for the
warning." I asked for the check and paid for the meal. "You two
enjoy your dinner. I have to move on."
" Thank you," Bleep
said sweetly.
"Your welcome, Voice. You have a sweet girl here
Torrin. Make sure you take good care of her." Both of their eyes
grew wide and before they could question me further I left and walked
down the road heading west…
Voice looked at me just as
shocked at I was.
"How?" she whispered to me.
"I don't
know. I guess she reads minds," I said. Voice elbowed me hard in
the side "Why did you tell her about PC?" She looked upset.
"To
protect us."
"From her? You could
have taken her easily."
"Come on Voice…use your head. There
was something about her…something deadly." I said distantly. "I
wouldn't face off with her ever. Come on, let's finish our food
so we can go." We continued to eat and the food was great. It had
been a while since we had some good food. Every time I thought of
that girl, I shivered and I felt awful that I had said anything.
After eating we walked out, the night sky was clear and the moon was
large and bright. I stepped out onto the road that the girl had
walked down and looked at the direction that she had left.
"Come
on, Torrin," Voice shouted to me taking off. I sighed heavily and
took to the air. As we gained altitude I continued to watch the road
slowly shrinking into a black line beneath me….watch your back PC,
someone is coming for you……
I leaned forward as far
as my restraints would permit me, exhausted. In front of me was a
telepath laid back awkwardly in a chair unconscious. He looked just
as tired as I did. His nose was bleeding and he looked very pale. A
week had gone by since we started this little training exercise and
my brain I swear was turning into pudding, but then again it always
feels like that after these kinds of exercises. I couldn't complain
though, because I really hated telepaths and I couldn't wait to see
the look one their faces when I blocked them out and beat them at
their own game. It was hard at first, but now I was getting more
practiced at it with each session even though I hated the set up.
Right now I was on my final test. They had brought in one of their
powerful telepaths and sicced him on me. My objective was simple…
block him out completely or have my brains splattered all over the
room. That option wasn't good for my health. Thankfully, I had
succeeded in blocking him out completely, as you can see from my
earlier description. The door to the room I was in opened and
Whitecoats flooded in to release me. A wave of relief always washed
over me once I was untied and they helped me get to my feet. The room
was spinning now and though I hated the Whitecoats I relied on for
support. Other Whitecoats tended to the telepath and muttered amongst
themselves as they examined him. One of them, who seemed to be his
"caretaker" so to speak, looked very unhappy as he read the
computer readouts. Jeb came in and approached me.
"Excellent
job," he said. The telepath's Whitecoat stormed over to Jeb.
"May I talk to you for a minute?" he asked.
Jeb nodded
and addressed him, "What is it?"
"Your freakish cat kid has
nearly ruined my subject!" the Whitecoat said outraged. "Look at
these readouts! HE almost put him into a coma!" The Whitecoat
jabbed an accusing finger at me. Jeb didn't seem all that
concerned, but took the readouts and pretended to examine them.
"I'm
sorry, Dr. Wallace, but that is just the nature of this experiment.
One of them had to come out on top and in this case it was Purple
Cat," he explained. "Don't worry I'm sure Kay will be fine."
Dr. Wallace was turning red like a lobster, but said no more. The
experiment, Kay was taken away in a wheel chair.
"Again good
job, PC. Take the rest of the day off, I will send Kane to give your
next assignment."….
