9

There may be those of you sitting there, staring at the page, or at your screen thinking 'Maybe that's a typo. He must have meant 'fled." Nope. No typo there. I turned around, ran out the door, unfurled my wings and took off. Which is exactly what I've been hiding from you this whole time.

But now that the secret's out, I'm free to tell my story without any form of censorship, and if you hadn't noticed said censorship, which is so painfully obvious, you are officially an idiot.

In any case, being in the air felt great. After flying for a few kilometres, I felt my troubles had disappeared. And when I thought of it that way, they returned like a bullet to my skull. 'I'm now an orphan' was one thought that kept coming back over and over again.

'I've got to save my brother' was the other. Aaron...

However, I had no way of going about this seemingly impossible task. Suddenly, I heard another voice chime up in my head saying "if they knew about you, then this is most likely related to Itex: Apparently, they were more suspicious than we thought." It was Timeline. Apparently, he knows about our mental connection, and has begun exploiting it.

"If Itex is involved, then tell me where to go, seeing as you're their top geneticist."

"So are you," he replied sternly. "In any case, go to the base of the CN Tower. There's something important that I want to show you, but the image isn't staying in my head, for some reason. You're going to have to see it yourself. I trust you can get there quickly."

Indeed I could. I had a decent amount of money, well over three hundred dollars, so while I had decided not to fly through the city with two and a half million people to see my wings, I could get a cab from the edge of the city, and have enough left over for a new DS.

I was astonished by what he had to show me.

10

Inside the tower, there was a trapdoor, leading deep underground. No one noticed us entering, however: There was a two way mirror, and a locked door. We could see them, but they couldn't see us.

"This tunnel leads to the very centre of Lake Ontario, right on the US border, so technically they aren't doing anything illegal," he said, obviously more comfortable using his voice than telepathy. "This is the Canadian headquarters of Itexicon. I'm taking us right into the belly of the beast. There's no way we'll survive if we get into a fight, which is exactly why I'm coming. At the first sign of trouble, however, I'm pulling us right out."

I understood his sentiment, and he was indeed right. While a fight had seemed unavoidable a few minutes ago, I realized that this would be the perfect opportunity to do some reconnaissance, learning about security, the locations of weak areas, escape routes, and most importantly, my brother. I had taken another trick from Timeline. In his mind, I learned to traverse time like the pages of a book. Little did I know that it would be the last thing I ever learned from my older self.