فصل 44

Chapter 44: The Betrayal

I awoke buckled tightly to a cot only slightly larger than the one I’d been strapped to in the back of the Elgen truck. There were wires connected to me coming from a white metal box about the size of a deck of cards strapped to my chest. It was a RESAT box, the same device I had pulled off Tanner when we’d freed him. The top of the box had a single knob and several flashing red and green diodes registering its power diffusion. It also had a small antenna, which made me believe my suffering was being controlled by remote. I felt dizzy, and my thoughts were blurred, nearly as hazy as my vision. Above me was a large light fixture, and the light from it blinded and hurt my eyes, making me blink as hard as I ever have, which is probably why I didn’t notice Taylor until she spoke.

“Michael.”

I squinted, looking up into her face. I must be dreaming, I thought.

She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. “How are you?”

“What are you doing here? You’ve got to get out, before they catch you.” “It’s okay,” she said. “We’re safe.”

My forehead was wet with perspiration. “We’re not safe. Pull off these wires. We’ve got to get out of here.” Taylor just smiled. “Why would I want to escape?”

“What?”

Her smile grew. “I want to tell you a secret.” She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “The whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing, it’s not real. I made it up to get you down here for Dr. Hatch. I delivered you to him. And in return Dr. Hatch gave me this beautiful diamond bracelet.” She dangled the bracelet in front of my face. “You know how we girls love bling. I just thought you’d like to know that.” She stood up and walked out of the room.

Tears fell down the sides of my face. This must be a nightmare, I told myself.

Ten minutes later someone else walked into the room, stopping at the side of my cot. It was Dr. Hatch. “Welcome back, Michael,” he said.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to look at him.

“You’ve been crying. So you must have learned the truth about Taylor. Unrequited love always hurts. You didn’t really think that a girl as beautiful as Taylor would be interested in someone as pathetic as you, did you?” I said nothing.

“Not speaking, I see.” He slowly exhaled. “No matter.” He pulled a stool up to the side of my cot and sat down. “Michael the oath breaker. That’s what we call you around here. What do you think of that?” “I don’t care what you call me,” I said.

Hatch’s voice turned more serious. “How did you get down here?”

I didn’t answer.

He grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks. “I asked you a question.” “I walked.”

He let go of me but remained close enough that I could feel his breath on my face. His voice dropped. I knew Hatch well enough to know that that was his way. Most people’s voices rise when they’re angry. Hatch’s voice softened. “Let’s try this one,” he said slowly. “Where are your friends, Michael?” I didn’t answer.

Hatch waited nearly a full minute before he said, “Oh please. Don’t be so cliché with the ‘I’m going to be the hero and protect my friends’ routine. We both know that I could throw you in Cell 26, our new and improved Peruvian version of your suite in the academy, and get it out of you.” The idea of being sent to the cell sent chills through me, but I also knew that my mother and friends would be back in America before the Elgen broke me.

Hatch leaned forward. “Apart from Taylor, you don’t know where your ‘friends’ are, do you? Maybe they’re not really friends. If they were, wouldn’t they have tried to rescue you? They haven’t, you know. We haven’t heard a peep out of them. I’m a little surprised that they deserted you in your hour of need. Aren’t you?” I clenched my jaw.

“Or maybe you just don’t want to accept the truth that after all you did for her, even your mother didn’t care enough to stick around. That must hurt even more than Taylor’s betrayal.” His voice fell almost to a whisper. “No one cares about you, Michael. You’re all alone in this world.” In spite of the pain, I forced a defiant smile. “They got away,” I said, finding relief in his words. “That’s all that matters.” Hatch sneered. “Yes, they got away, for now. But that’s all right. We’ll get them. We’ll hunt them down one by one. And in the meantime, we have you. The big kahuna. President of the electroclam or whatever ridiculous name you gave your group.” “Electroclan,” I said.

“It doesn’t matter. The club has been disbanded. But you were worth all the trouble you and your little club caused. At least I thought you were.” He reached over to the box on my chest and turned a knob. Increased pain shot through my body, and I groaned out. “Then you went and made things . . . difficult. You changed your destiny for the worse. Only one thing can save you now. Do you want to know what that is?” I was gritting my teeth with pain. “Yes.”

He reached over and turned the knob back down. The pain lessened.

“Humility, Michael. Humility.” He sat back as if giving me time to contemplate his words. “I wonder if you even know what it is? It’s a lost virtue. Kids these days are all swagger. They think they have all the answers. But they’re just a new generation of fools.

“Humility is the wisdom of accepting the truth that you might just be wrong. Unfortunately, for most it comes too late—after the game is lost, if you know what I mean. Humility comes when you’ve hit rock bottom. When your best friends have deserted you. When you have nothing more to lose. Like you. So just put away your arrogant ways and join us, like Taylor did, completely and without reservation, or I have no choice but to dispose of you.” “You’re not going to kill me,” I said. “You need me.”

“Not exactly,” Hatch said. “We need your DNA, a few pints of blood, and some of your tissue. But we don’t need you.” He lingered on the word “you” like it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded keeping you around for a while. I had planned on it. But then you went and ruined the party. Now I have no choice but to make an example of you.

“You see, I have eight very promising and powerful young men and women who I am grooming for future leadership in my organization. These young people are impressionable and they have seen you defy me. If I let that slide, they’ll think I’m soft. Then it’s just a matter of time before one, or all of them, tries the same thing. Not right away of course, these things need time to culture, but, like a virus, dissension will grow.” Hatch’s eyes flashed with anger. “That is not an option. They need to know that being special does not mean they’re indispensable.

“So, after our scientists have taken what they need from you, you’re going to help me teach my youths a vital lesson about the importance of obedience and fidelity. And in this way, your worthless little life, which until now has only served to annoy me, will actually do me some good.

“How will I do this, you ask?” He ran his finger up my arm. “I can see from these bites that you’ve had a taste of our rats. Or,” he said darkly, “vice versa. They’re going to get another helping of you. Only this time there will be no one to save you. Do you have any idea how carnivorous those little things are? I’ve seen them strip a bull to bones in less than two minutes. I can’t imagine the pain, the sheer agony, as a thousand little teeth devour your flesh.

“I’ll give you some time to consider your fate, Michael. Can you be humble?” Hatch leaned close to my ear. “Before I go I’d like to confide in you. Parents sometimes say it’s the child who stands up to them who they respect the most. I admit there is some truth to this. You have shown tremendous leadership with your little group of miscreants. I’m just sorry it’s not going to take you anywhere but the bowl.” He stood. “Au revoir, Michael. The next time I see you will be suppertime. Not for you, of course.” “Wait,” I said.

Hatch smiled. “Yes?”

“Tell Tara that I know she and Taylor are identical twins, but she’s really not as pretty. Sorry.” Hatch scowled at me, then turned and walked out of the room.