Sorry I had a long week. I must apologize for my mistakes. First the chlorophyll thing. Thank you for pointing that out. In my mind, I knew it was not chlorophyll but it was late when I was writing that so I wasn't really in the best shape. Second, the bracelet thing from Jake. I know it's not clear I'm really sorry about that. I forgot to put a flashback there. I'll sneak it in later. I'm really sorry for my carelessness.
*I removed the bracelet part because it was just a really minor detail that doesn't affect the plot whatsoever.
Anyway, please enjoy! :)
Amy couldn't believe her eyes. One second she was standing in front of the cold body of Isabel Kabra and the next she was standing right in front of her. Healthy and no scratches. Just like nothing happened. As if she wasn't shot. As if she wasn't dying.
Isabel stretched her arms. She smirked at the shocked look on Amy's face. She picked up the gun that was left lying on the floor. She flicked the safety switch on and twirled it around her finger. She slowly walked towards Amy. Heels clicking as she walked. She put the gun back down on the table before she knelt beside Amy.
"Now, now. Don't be scared. Take a seat." Isabel said when she placed a hand on her shoulder.
Amy felt her body stiffen as she remained in her place. She couldn't quite understand what was happening around her with what she saw. This is impossible. She swore she saw Isabel Kabra's motionless cold body. Dead. That was before she was bathed in yellow light an- She was cut in mid-thought as another thought came into her mind. Is it possible that she obtained supernatural powers? She thought for a moment. No. Impossible. There was no such thing as powers and all those supernatural things. But if it's not that, then what was it?
Growing impatient, Isabel clenched Amy's shoulders causing her to wince in pain. "Please, take a seat." she said through gritted teeth.
Amy gulped. There's nothing she can do but follow. She sat back on her seat. She watched as Isabel sat back across her, taking the gun up along the way. She sat across her and resumed playing with the gun, twirling it around her finger.
They sat there in silence. Isabel playing with the gun, staring at Amy who was clearly deep in thought. After a few minutes of unwavering silence, Isabel finally lost her patience. She slammed the gun on the table. Amy jumped a little with the sudden loud sound.
"Well?" Isabel asked Amy.
Amy was dumbfounded. Isabel's face was passive but her words were filled with irritation. She knew what the girl was thinking. Too predictable.
"I'm assuming you're going to need a shock blanket. Pity we don't have any." Isabel smirked.
Amy remained silent. Isabel tapped her fingers on the table impatiently. This is getting too boring. The girl's an open book.
"Nanogens. Ah! The beauty of nanotechnology. You know with the technology today everything is possible. Even reincarnation at some point." Isabel bent the gun with her hands. She threw it across the table. It stopped directly in front of Amy. Amy's eyes widened at the crumpled gun like it was a piece of paper.
"So how on earth did I do that? How is it possible? Well, let's see. I belong to the family that was known for being the most powerful in the world and this family held a secret for so long. Finally, the secret was no longer kept. It was given away as a prize of a silly game."
At this, Amy was totally shocked. She knew what Isabel was talking about. Now it started to make sense. Isabel smirked as Amy sat there staring at nothing in shock. She stood up. Isabel's smirk turned into a smile. She left the room, heels clicking as she walked with total finesse and confidence, leaving Amy alone to ponder.
When Ian woke up, he found himself on a bed. The light above him was shining brightly down at his eyes. He immediately closed his eyes. He couldn't see but he knows where he is. He can smell the scent of different chemicals. He could feel the heavy air. He could hear the humming of the machines. He suddenly hears the door opening. He looked at the direction of the sound and opened his eyes. Black spots danced in front of his eyes but he knew who that was. The way she walked. The way her heels clicked. No doubt, it's Isabel Kabra. It's Mum.
He saw her make her way towards him. He sat up and frowned at her face.
"Ah! You're awake. Good! How are you feeling, dear?" she asked.
"Good." Ian replied."What's with you being so amused and...jolly?" he added with disgust in his voice.
"Not jolly, my dear. It's just amusement." she said.
"You went to see them." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yes." she replied.
"Obviously." he immediately said.
Isabel couldn't help but smile. Now this is the son that she wanted but she was still not certain unless she did this.
"Particularly, the girl called Amy Cahill." she told him innocently as she sat down on the sofa.
Isabel tried to look for any sudden movements but there was none.
"And you can't help but show off." he simply commented.
Isabel smiled. "Of course, my dear. That's who I am."
No reaction from him. Now she was certain. This was her son.
"Ian, how about you get me some tea from the pantry? I'm too tired." she smiled sweetly at him.
His face remained passive but Isabel knew that he was disgusted inside. "It doesn't suit you." he said before closing the door behind him.
Ian heard Hugo said something but even with his super senses he couldn't understand it. Why? Because something's blocking his mind. Something so distracting that even his enhanced senses can't get through and put it aside.
Ding!
He stepped inside the elevator. Amy Cahill. Amy Cahill. Her name kept on repeating itself in his mind. Like he was reciting a mantra. He managed to set it aside when he was still in the lab with his Mum but the moment he stepped out of the room, it went rushing back.
Who was this Amy Cahill? He knows that he had admired her once but why? How? What does she have? He doesn't understand. The moment Isabel mentioned her name there was a slight tug at his heart. He couldn't understand what he was feeling so he immediately shut the conversation off. He thought it would go away but he was wrong.
He stepped back into the elevator, holding two mugs in his hands. One for Isabel and one for him. He took a sip from the steaming cup of tea. He felt the hot liquid go down his throat slowly, settling at the pit of his stomach. He puffed out a sigh. People back in London use to say. "Nothing a nice cup of tea can solve!".
But with every passing second, he's starting to feel doubt.
Amy felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.
The shock from a while ago was gone now. Now she felt nothing. Heard nothing. Spoke nothing. Just silence. She was tired. So tired.
She didn't even know what time it was but she was sure it's somewhere about early in the morning. She knew she needed to sleep but she didn't want to. Plus, she didn't think she could actually sleep judging from her state right now.
She just sat there staring at the white walls of her cell. Now she knows the truth and she feels... empty, for some reason. There was nothing she can do but wait and hope. Heck, even hoping seemed nothing to her! She was not hopeless. She wasn't giving up. She was just having a peace of silence. Cooling off, if you must say.
An hour. Two hours. Five hours. A day. She didn't know how long she's been like this but she disn't really care. At the back of her head, a voice told her she might go crazy in here. She didn't care. There was nothing inside her. There was nothing she could do.
Suddenly, she heard a noise. She doesn't look but she knows someone is coming because the room suddenly lit up. She just continued staring at the white wall in front of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw leather shoes that obviously belongs to a male.
She knows he's sitting in front of her. She can see him but she's not looking at him. She knows he's there but she's doesn't mind.
"Amy Cahill..." said a voice that immediately told her who it was.
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