Unleashed: Part 2 (Unleashed Series) Page 8

  Anne grimaced like she’d bitten her tongue, and her eyes changed to the color of a dying storm. She reminded Claire of her mother right after her father was sent to prison, and the only word she could think to describe her was broken.

  Anne leaned further into the counter until Claire thought she'd collapse.

  "Anne?" Claire asked.

  Anne's eyes met hers. "Bodian was conducting these experiments on mice first. Our lab manager had us inject them with this serum. We were never told what was in it, just that we were to monitor the animals’ behavior. If he didn't get the results he wanted, then he'd take the serum away, sometimes for several days, then return and ask us to try again. We begged him to tell us what it was for, but all he'd say is it was for national security." Anne slumped even further until she was sitting on the kitchen floor, her back against the counter.

  "After a few months we began to notice changes in the mice. Seconds after we'd inject them, they'd change. They were more aggressive and calculated in their movements. It's like they got smarter. And when mazes no longer posed challenges, our manager told us to start running cognitive tests, like what they do with monkeys. At first I laughed. Mice don't have the brain size to comprehend those kinds of tests, but,” Anne shook her head, "they passed. The mice were thinking at a primate level. This is when he took the serum from us for several months. So much time passed that we almost forgot about it, but then he returned and asked us to start testing it on rats.”

  Anne smiled. “I have to admit, I was excited at first. I was anxious to see what they'd done to it and how much more a larger animal could learn. Whoever he had working on it, must have done some major changes to the formula because in a short amount of time the rats changed, and not just in intelligence and strength. They physically changed to the point where they were an entirely different rat altogether, but once the serum wore off, they'd return to normal." Anne lowered her head to her bent knees. "Two different creatures in one body. One normal, the other...something else." She paused, then lifted her head and looked at each of them.

  Claire wanted to say something, maybe some encouraging words, but a lump was stuck so far in her throat, she was afraid she'd choke on it.

  Logan spoke for her. "What happened next?"

  "They took the serum again. I couldn't imagine what they'd do differently, and the possibilities scared me. I had nightmares for weeks." She took a deep breath. "And then he returned. And the tests began again. The rats were like they were before, but something had changed. After several doses, the rats no longer needed the serum to complete the transformation. They'd just change into this other thing, but this isn't what terrified me. What they changed into was something dark and evil."

  Ethan spoke, his voice heavier than the suffocating room, "Evil? How could a rat be evil?"

  Anne turned her head to him; the motion looked like it took her great effort. "We took one of the infected rats and placed him with a normal rat. While in his normal state, the infected rat behaved as expected, but as soon as he transformed he became fixated on the uninfected rat until he ultimately killed it. And it wasn't a normal attack. The transformed rat tortured the other one in such a calculated manner all of us scientists were terrified by the results. We told our supervisor that something must be wrong with the formula, but he told us to continue working. He had us film everything. The kinds of things I witnessed still make it hard for me to sleep at night."

  "But evil?" Ethan said again.

  Anne paused, then slowly pushed back into a standing position. "Yes, evil. I know what I saw and felt."

  "Felt?" Logan said.

  "Have you ever been inside Alcatraz or visited a concentration camp? There's a feeling there, something dark and heavy. It's where evil's walked."

  "I've felt it," Claire whispered.

  Anne walked to her, staring hard. "When?"

  "The boy. Gage. There's something inside him." A cold shiver fingered its way up Claire’s spine.

  "The day I decided to go public,” Anne said, “was the day I overheard our manager on the phone saying they were ready to begin testing on primates." Her eyes moved to the window again. The sun had set; the glass held the darkness at bay. Just then a sudden wind picked up, shaking the window.

  "That's some wind," Logan said and chuckled uncomfortably.

  "It's the devil's breath,” Anne whispered. “You need to leave."

  "But if a human's been injected,” Ethan said, “then we need to know how to stop him."

  "There's only one way.” Anne turned to him. “You'll have to kill him when he's in his normal state."

  Claire gasped at the same time Logan said, "Isn't there another way?"

  Anne shook her head. "It's when the beast is at his weakest. While unleashed, the rats were too strong, too smart. I can only imagine a human to be so much more.” She shivered as if imagining the possibility.

  "But what about a cure?" Logan asked.

  "I never knew of one." Anne walked to the door and opened it. "I've told you everything. Please leave."

  Claire remained frozen until Ethan's gentle touch nudged her back.

  "Let's go, Claire," he said.

  Logan passed by Anne. "Thank you for your time. I know this must've been difficult."

  Anne nodded.

  Claire stopped at the door, letting Ethan by, and looked at Anne. "We'll fix this. You won't be here forever, I promise."

  "Don't worry about me," Anne said. "Worry about yourself." She looked out the door to where Logan and Ethan were walking toward the car. She gripped Claire's arm suddenly and hissed in her face. "You say you've felt it—the evil. Listen to me closely, Claire. Gage is someone close to you. A boy that’s been unleashed, and the only way for you to survive is if you kill him."

  Chapter Sixteen

  It had been two days since Albert slept. Ever since he left Anne's house in the woods. Ever since he found out there wasn't a cure. Ever since he found out Gage was permanent.

  He stood up from his bed and looked at the clock. Three in the morning. Almost time to go. He pulled a t-shirt over his head.

  Albert couldn't believe there wasn't a way to fix this—to fix him. The thought of Gage taking over any time he wanted had already made him vomit twice. Whether out of revulsion or the fact that it was taking all his mental strength to contain Gage, he wasn’t sure. He guessed he had maybe another day before his strength gave out and that was only if he kept his emotions in check, which he’d almost lost control of when Corey hit Claire.

  He’d never been so angry before. As for Gage, he didn’t care in the least. In fact, after it had happened, he’d heard Gage laugh. He delighted in the pain of others, plus Corey hadn’t shown any desire to possess Claire. If he had, Corey probably wouldn’t be alive right now.

  As for the other man in Claire’s life, Albert wondered why Gage hadn’t hurt Him yet. Albert knew Gage didn’t like him, simply for the fact that every time Albert saw Claire with Him, all kinds of horrible words would come to his mind and they weren’t his. They were Gage’s. Sometimes Albert thought he didn’t hurt Him because he was using Him for some reason. Or maybe he was just waiting for the perfect time. Or the perfect murder. Claire would be devastated.

  Albert walked to his closet and found his tennis shoes. They were neatly lined with his other three pairs of shoes, all freshly polished from the day before. His mother had seemed more anxious than usual, and as a result made him do all sorts of crazy jobs that she hadn't asked him to do in years. It was almost as if she could sense Gage inside him and it frightened her. But it wasn’t just the chores. His parents let him come and go as he pleased, not even bothering to lock his door anymore. Something was wrong, he felt it, but he couldn’t figure out what.

  Before Albert jumped from his bedroom window, he snatched his backpack and threw it over his shoulder.

  He raced toward the forest only two blocks away. From there he'd find his way to Bodian Dynamics. For the last 48 hours, he'd memorized everything h
e could find about their security. One way or another he was going to get in and find a cure. Despite what Anne had said, there had to be one. It was his only hope.

  Albert ran fast with a power beyond his own. A part of Gage had seeped into his muscles, igniting them with a fevered energy.

  Within minutes he was crouching outside the gates of Bodian. He unzipped his backpack and removed binoculars. After lifting them to his eyes, he adjusted the lenses until a security guard came into focus just beyond a front window. He was sitting at the front desk reading a book, a beer in front of him. Albert would make his move as soon as the man left the room.

  While he waited, he surveyed the rest of the grounds. Other than a few cars, the parking lot was empty. He should be able to dart across the lawn easily enough just as soon as the guard left his station. Around the back of Bodian, he would use his father’s security badge that he’d taken to sneak into the door next to the loading bay.

  Albert raised the binoculars again. The guard continued to read, occasionally glancing up from his books to check security footage. That would be Albert’s biggest problem as he couldn't find any way to shut the cameras off without setting off an alarm. But he had studied the blueprints long enough that he hoped he could go undetected by staying in blind spots as much as possible. For the rest of the time, he was relying on the guard’s inattentiveness.

  Just then the guard stood up, stretched, and walked away. Here goes nothing. He backed away from the tall fence and crouched low. With his eyes closed, he focused, trying to tap into Gage's strength. If Gage could clear a fence this high, then he should be able to, right?

  He hoped.

  Gage was easy to find, right on the surface of his mind. He could almost feel Gage's smile, as if Gage was waiting for something like this. Albert wondered why Gage hadn't taken over yet. He felt Gage's power and knew he could do it easily enough if he wanted to.

  Time was running out. Albert opened his eyes and rushed the fence. At the last second he leapt into the air. His muscles exploded with energy and propelled him up and over the fence. He was so surprised by how easily he'd cleared the fence that he forgot to pay attention to the landing. His body hit the ground hard.

  Gage laughed.

  Albert quickly stood, shaking his head and the pain away. Then he ran.

  It took less than ten seconds to get to the service entrance by the loading bay. He withdrew his father’s security badge from his pocket and slid it through the card reader on the side of a keypad. The door clicked open. He quickly slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

  Albert waited a few minutes in the darkened room, listening to the gentle hum of an air conditioner above him. On the other side, a faint light glowed beneath a closed door. He felt his way across what he assumed was some sort of an office until he reached the exit. Very slowly he opened the door and peered out into a hallway. A security camera blinked at the end of the hall. Most of the ceiling lights were off except for every third one, leaving periodic shadows. He would stick to those.

  He glanced at his watch. A little over five minutes had passed. Most likely the guard hadn't returned to his post yet. Albert stepped into the hallway and rushed down it, following the maze to his final destination. He had expected more opposition than this—a late night employee or even more lights (most of them had been turned off), but he reached the lab where he’d stolen the vials easily. It unnerved him.

  He paused when his hand reached the doorknob. Something wasn't right. Albert looked down the darkened hallway, half considering going back.

  "Don't be a coward," Gage's voice whispered in his head. And then he was opening the door, not sure if it was him or Gage that had done it.

  When he stepped in, and the door closed behind him, Albert jumped. The room was colder than he'd expected. A breeze from a nearby air conditioner chilled him, and a violent shiver erupted in waves across his skin. He took a deep breath and rubbed his arms.

  A quick scan of the room revealed no security cameras. Good. He'd been worried that Bodian might've installed some after he stole the vials.

  Relaxing somewhat, he moved to the nearest computer and turned it on. A blue cursor blinked next to an empty password field. From within his back pocket, he withdrew a list of passwords he'd stolen from the cell phone. There were twenty-seven of them. He glanced at his watch and then back at his computer. He'd better hurry.

  Albert was only six passwords in when the lights flipped on. Jumping from his chair, he whirled around into a fighting position.

  "Hello, Albert," his father said.

  Instinctively, he took a step back. "Dad? What are you doing here?"

  His father's lip twitched, almost into a smile. "I should be asking you the same question."

  Albert straightened his shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. "I was looking for you."

  "You're a terrible liar." His father raised a hand to stop him from speaking. “But its okay. I'm not mad. I knew you'd be here tonight."

  "How?"

  "I know everything about you."

  Albert’s face burned red, the heat raced to other parts of him like a wild fire, and he broke out in a sweat. "What are you talking about?"

  "You want a cure,” his father said.

  Albert stumbled forward, a few hopeful steps. Maybe his father could cure him. "You know? About what's been happening to me?"

  "Of course, son."

  Albert’s eyes were wide. “How?”

  His father sat on the corner of a desk; the casualness of it unnerved Albert, like this whole thing was no big deal.

  "You’ve always been a curious boy. A terrible fault, I know, but I hoped one day it would come in handy. And it did. You see, this program has sort of been a pet project of mine, but a few months ago we lost our funding. The whole project with the particular strain you were infected with was cancelled, but then you stole those vials and suddenly became my test subject. At first, I didn’t know whether to be mad at you for stealing or happy that you saved my project.”

  “I can’t believe this,” Albert said, the words barely escaping his lips.

  “In the end,” his father continued while picking up an empty vial from off the top of the desk, “I decided it was the best thing. Not only could my research continue, but I also had the assurance that my son would never become a looser junkie like his older brother.”

  “But I did become a junkie,” Albert said. “To the worst kind of drug imaginable.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. This drug has created the finest specimen of men I’ve ever seen!”

  Albert froze and looked up at his father. “Has created? There are more like me?”

  He chuckled and shook his head. “Not exactly, son. There is no one like you. You’re special, and I couldn’t be more proud.”

  "So you used me as a guinea pig?” The words were bitter on his tongue, and he couldn’t swallow. “Do you have any idea what you've done? What I've done? You've turned me into a monster!"

  His father slammed the glass vial against the counter, shattering it. "No! Don't ever call yourself that. You are a god!"

  "But I've done terrible things!” Albert said. He clawed at his chest. “This thing, this beast, inside me is taking over!"

  "Let it. It's who you really are."

  "It's not! I'm not a monster," he said more to himself than his father. "I don't want this."

  "But you will. Soon your stronger self will take over, and you will never feel pain again."

  Albert jerked his head up. "Why don't you take it then? You're the one with issues!"

  "It won't work on subjects past a certain age. The cells in my brain have already begun to die. Yours haven't."

  To try and keep calm, Albert tracked the movement of a small spider crawling up the desk. The spider paused, turned directions, and retreated back down.

  "To what end?" he finally asked, looking at his father. "Once I've been unleashed fully, what will Bodian want with me?"

 
"You will work for them, traveling the world, and you will be paid millions to do it."

  "But what will I be doing?"

  "Whatever they tell you to do."

  Albert burst out laughing. "Have you met Gage?"

  His father cocked his head. "Is that what you call him?"

  "It's what he calls himself, and he can't be controlled. He will do whatever the hell he pleases. He won't work for Bodian anymore than he'll be your son!"

  The muscles in his father’s face twitched until they settled into hard lines. "He'll do whatever we tell him to do.”

  "And why's that?"

  "Because if he doesn't," he paused, "then we'll take away the one thing he wants—to exist."

  "How?"

  "We'll give him the cure."

  Blood drained from Albert’s face, and tears stung his eyes. "There's a cure?"

  His father turned away. "Yes."

  Albert fell to his knees. "Please, father! Please give it to me. I don't want to be this! Please take it from me!"

  His father stepped back, away. "You have been given the most valuable gift anyone has ever received, and you want me to take it back? Never. You may not appreciate it now, but one day you'll thank me. Now get out of here, before I call the police."

  "Don't do this, father. I'll talk to mom, she'll help me."

  His father laughed and walked to the door. "Your mother couldn’t be happier with the way things have turned out. Besides, she's out of town for awhile." He opened the door. "Now leave."

  He took hold of his father's arm. "I need that cure! You don't understand. I'm going to hurt people I love!"

  "A necessary consequence.” His father shook him away. “The next time we see each other, you'll be a new man. Be sure to tell Gage I look forward to meeting him, and don't let him get any crazy ideas about hurting any of us. Bodian has their ways of tracking him, and we can make him disappear forever."

  His father reached over and pulled a nearby fire alarm. A high-pitched squeal screamed over Albert's cries. He searched his father's eyes. There was nothing there, only emptiness, cold and dark as a black abyss.