her?” I laughed like the evil fucking man I was. “I almost killed her. More than likely, I’ll do it again. I have a short temper, and I don’t do talking. Fucking. I can do that. Fighting. Beating the oblivion out of someone. Perfect... but talking, no fucking way.” I growled at Gauge.
The look on his face said he didn’t give a shit what I said, and chances were, he didn’t. He would do whatever he saw fit for our people. There was no official name for those who had been rescued or escaped, but Jaxon and I could only describe it as a colony. Society knew of us, the super-men. The people who helped protect others. At least that was what the corporation made them think we were made for.
They turned a blind eye to what the company did to us thinking it was for the better good of the people. If one person had to die for others to live, they didn’t see a problem with it. After all, most of us were going to die anyway.
“You will, or you won’t be allowed out of confinement.” Gauge narrowed his eyes at me. I had never asked him about his time with the corporation. We never knew the name of the company and he never told us. Thinking about it now, it was for the better. Had we known, we probably would’ve ambushed it by now. There would be no need for a safe haven like this—like Gauge had created.
“You can’t keep me in confinement. I’ll go insane.” I was losing it just thinking about it. My fists were clenched, my black t-shirt sticking to my chest. I felt like I was in a box already, and all he had done was mention it.
Gauge shook his head smiling. “Then I suppose you pick option number one?” I turned, shooting a dark look at him. Of course, he would feel smug about it. He had been bringing up talking since I got out. He wanted me to get in touch with my emotions. To learn to feel. Most of all, he wanted me to talk about them. The memories. He thought if I were more open to them, then I would understand them more.
“I don’t want to fucking do this…” There was pain in my words. I was trapped with no way out. I hated Gauge for putting me in this position, but I hated the corporation even more for doing this to me.
I should’ve died.
“Number one it is,” I growled slamming my body down onto the bed. I had to learn to overcome this shit, and Gauge knew it. His idea of doing so was taking it head on, but only time would tell if I could become more than just a man, genetically altered to kill.
eight
two days later
maggie
I could hardly answer the questions Gauge was shooting at me. The second I gave him the answer to one question, he was asking another.
They still hadn’t told me where I was or why I was still being kept here. It had been two days, two days of being held up in that room. There were no windows, no breeze, or sun. The rooms were nice, but they weren’t the same as having my own freedom. They brought me meals, made sure I had fresh towels, and Gauge had even sent someone to my place to grab some of my things, but every visit always lead to the inevitable. The questions. The accusing looks. I wondered if I would ever be able to leave…
Then again, after having just found Diesel, I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave. Unless he was leaving with me.
“I told you everything already,” I said for the third time or maybe it was the fourth. I couldn’t remember. All the questions started to blur into one. My voice was still very much hoarse and talking only made it worse.
“You work for PGI Corporation, yet you don’t know what they do there besides find cures for things such as cancer and other diseases?” Something in what he said caused me to tilt my head sideways at him. Either he didn’t believe me or he liked listening to me talk.
“That is exactly what I told you, what I have been telling you, and what I will continue to tell you. The company comes up with miracle drugs and shit. I don’t know what else they do. I’ve only been there six months.
The look on his face said he didn’t give a shit what I said, and chances were, he didn’t. He would do whatever he saw fit for our people. There was no official name for those who had been rescued or escaped, but Jaxon and I could only describe it as a colony. Society knew of us, the super-men. The people who helped protect others. At least that was what the corporation made them think we were made for.
They turned a blind eye to what the company did to us thinking it was for the better good of the people. If one person had to die for others to live, they didn’t see a problem with it. After all, most of us were going to die anyway.
“You will, or you won’t be allowed out of confinement.” Gauge narrowed his eyes at me. I had never asked him about his time with the corporation. We never knew the name of the company and he never told us. Thinking about it now, it was for the better. Had we known, we probably would’ve ambushed it by now. There would be no need for a safe haven like this—like Gauge had created.
“You can’t keep me in confinement. I’ll go insane.” I was losing it just thinking about it. My fists were clenched, my black t-shirt sticking to my chest. I felt like I was in a box already, and all he had done was mention it.
Gauge shook his head smiling. “Then I suppose you pick option number one?” I turned, shooting a dark look at him. Of course, he would feel smug about it. He had been bringing up talking since I got out. He wanted me to get in touch with my emotions. To learn to feel. Most of all, he wanted me to talk about them. The memories. He thought if I were more open to them, then I would understand them more.
“I don’t want to fucking do this…” There was pain in my words. I was trapped with no way out. I hated Gauge for putting me in this position, but I hated the corporation even more for doing this to me.
I should’ve died.
“Number one it is,” I growled slamming my body down onto the bed. I had to learn to overcome this shit, and Gauge knew it. His idea of doing so was taking it head on, but only time would tell if I could become more than just a man, genetically altered to kill.
eight
two days later
maggie
I could hardly answer the questions Gauge was shooting at me. The second I gave him the answer to one question, he was asking another.
They still hadn’t told me where I was or why I was still being kept here. It had been two days, two days of being held up in that room. There were no windows, no breeze, or sun. The rooms were nice, but they weren’t the same as having my own freedom. They brought me meals, made sure I had fresh towels, and Gauge had even sent someone to my place to grab some of my things, but every visit always lead to the inevitable. The questions. The accusing looks. I wondered if I would ever be able to leave…
Then again, after having just found Diesel, I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave. Unless he was leaving with me.
“I told you everything already,” I said for the third time or maybe it was the fourth. I couldn’t remember. All the questions started to blur into one. My voice was still very much hoarse and talking only made it worse.
“You work for PGI Corporation, yet you don’t know what they do there besides find cures for things such as cancer and other diseases?” Something in what he said caused me to tilt my head sideways at him. Either he didn’t believe me or he liked listening to me talk.
“That is exactly what I told you, what I have been telling you, and what I will continue to tell you. The company comes up with miracle drugs and shit. I don’t know what else they do. I’ve only been there six months.
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