MR fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 40

"I was created, just as you were, by scientists. I was raised, just as you were, in a lab, living in a cage, just like you did. Unlike you, no one bothered to save me. No one bothered to free me from my prison. In order to survive, I was forced to do what the scientists wanted. I trained my mental abilities, listening in on the thoughts of the scientists and other mutants. One day, quite by accident, I spoke to a scientist in his mind. The others soon learned of it and found out about my abilities, forcing me to train myself more vigorously and tracking my progress.


"I heard much about you during that time, Maximum Ride. You were the most thought about experiment -- especially after you and your friends escaped. The scientists told me to find you, and after a while of searching, I found you." he paused and I thought I heard him swallow.


"And you ratted us out? You're the reason Angel got kidnapped, aren't you?" I asked, my voice rising again.


"No, I found you before that. I'm the reason Jeb left you." he said calmly. "But that's another story for another time A story for Jeb to tell you, not me." I heard him take a deep breath and I wondered when I'd see Jeb again to ask him about this fresh piece of information.

"Anyways, I was assigned to keep track of you and find your exact location. I had been telling them that I couldn't find the address of your home, but they had assumed that there wouldn't be one. What they wanted was a latitude and longitude location, not an address." I was half tempted to ask him about latitude and longitude, but I was too interested in this story to interrupt it. "After a very long while of putting them off, I was forced to either tell them what they wanted to hear or try to outrun the Erasers. I knew I wasn't as fast as an Eraser, so I did what I thought to be the sensible thing and told them where you were. In retrospect, I now think it would have been wiser to have kept my tongue from betraying you.

"They left me alone after that, but I kept reading your thoughts. I stayed with you, even though I wasn't told to. I had grown a bit attached to you, I am embarrassed to admit..." he gave a bit of a nervous cough and I felt my cheeks flush.

"After a week of telling them about you, I was aware that there was a new mutant in the facility somewhere. After reading her mind, I found out that it was none other than Angel. I was ashamed of myself, because I knew I was the reason she was there. I knew that because I had given them what they wanted, she was going through torture. I hated myself, Maximum." he paused again and I heard him take another long breath.

"You should hate yourself..." I muttered. It was because of him that our semi-normal lives had been disrupted.

"I know I made terrible decisions, but if you had been in my position, what would you have done? Think about that and answer it honestly, but not now, because there is more to the story." he said quickly before beginning again. "I focused more on the minds of the scientists and Angel after that, trying to find out how she was and what they were thinking about her. I still listened to what you were thinking and wished I could have talked to you regarding Angel. I was so angry at myself and so...afraid of what would happen because of what I did that I made myself sick. The scarce meals I was fed I refused to eat, causing a few of the scientists to worry. They thought that something was going wrong with my organs and were worried that they were going to lose one of their most 'brilliant' experiments. I was worried something bad was going to happen to you. And then...something did." there was a long pause where the only thing I could hear was my breathing. I held my breath at one point to try to hear him and found that the reason I couldn't hear him was because he was inhaling and exhaling at the same time I was.

"They caught you, Maximum. You and your two friends. They brought you to the same place we were and locked you in a cage in the same room as Angel. The room right next to mine. You don't know how many times I put my fingers through the bars of my cage and touched the wall separating us, trying to feel your presence...wishing I could just phase through those bars and come to your rescue... I realize now that I had become a bit obsessed with you and maybe even...fallen in love with you." My jaw dropped and I stared ahead blankly. The Voice had fallen in love with me before he had even become The Voice. I decided that that was flattering and creepy at the same time. "I continued to listen to your thoughts and the thoughts of the scientists. When they brought you out onto that field I was shaking with fear. I thought you were going to die, and there was nothing I could do about it. But then you escaped, and I had to stop myself from yelling with joy. The scientists thought I was going mad, because they'd never seen an experiment smile like that before.

"After they lost you, I was instructed to tell them where you were going, but I didn't want to. I told them I wouldn't, and they told me they'd kill me. I told them I didn't care, and I knew that they wouldn't do that, because I meant to much to them. I won't tell you what they did to me, Maximum, because the memories are too painful for me to relive. Finally, though, I was broken. I had been practicing a new technique on the scientists, and decided to practice it on you. It was where I would force myself into someone's mind to see and hear what they saw and heard while still listening to their thoughts. Unfortunately, that technique had very bad effects on the person I was using it on, and I think you had a name for that..." he paused and I remembered flying through the air when a monster headache had struck.

"The brain-blasts..." I muttered, starting to put the pieces together. This was turning out to be the most interesting story I had ever heard...

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If this chapter sounds weird and kind of choppy, I apologize. If it doesn't totally go with the book, then in my defense, it's been a while since I read book one. >.> I hope you enjoyed it anyways.

P.S. There is a certain Person Who Must Really Like My Blog (also known as a "follower") who has a rather inappropriate avatar picture thing. You know who you are, PWMRLMB. I would greatly appreciate it if said person would be kind enough to change their picture, because I would hate for my rather child-friendly blog to be made un-child-friendly by a PWMRLMB. I regret to say that if said PWMRLMB doesn't change their picture soon, I shall be forced to block them, because I don't know how else to get that off of my blog... Many apologies, but I hope you understand where I'm coming from. =/