The Experiments: Abomination

Chapter 1: Maia

Chapter 1: Maia

Five is the days I spent locked in my room crying when I first got to the Hex. Five is all I allowed myself. I haven't shed a tear since then.

Four is the number of minutes it took me to comprehend that he is still alive. It's also the amount of minutes it took me to convince Jet and Jasmine to let me do this.

Three months is how long I spent at the Hex. It didn't consist of much. I worked out more than I should have but it beat crying. God, I hated crying. Only the weak rid themselves of a pokerface.

Two bullets fired by Jet are the reason I've spent two hours in this county hospital. It smells like the entire building has been drenched in hand sanitizer.

One is the amount of people I've been waiting to see walk through that door. Hopefully he will come. He has to or else this would all be for nothing. I would have taken a beating, voluntarily, for nothing and that would not do.

Do you know how it feels to be shot by a gun? If you don't, I pray you never find out. All I can say is that it sucks. A lot. Yes the doctors patched my side up with a couple stitches and bandages but even with the morphine I'm hooked up to, it still hurts. I wasn't even supposed to be shot, just roughened up a bit to make our story believable. But Jet is a psychopath and tried to shoot me twice and he nearly stabbed my eye out with his pocket knife. Let me repeat, that was not the plan. Jet told me to act scared so that if another telepath was ordered to search my brain then they would truly believe me. I didn't have to pretend though. I was so scared that he was going to kill me that I could have peed myself.

There's a knock on my door and I cross my fingers hoping that when the door opens I will see the man I've been waiting for but I let out a disappointed sigh when I see my nurse walk it. "So welcoming." She says sarcastically but still in a playful tone.

"Sorry." I apologize. "I was expecting someone else. What did he say on the phone when you called him? Did he say he was coming in a sincere tone or did his stupid british accent exaggerate each syllable sarcastically." A couple months ago, if you would have told me I would be hoping for Bradley to visit me I might have punched you. But now I'm actually praying to see him. We need to chat.

"He said he'd be here, in person, within the hour." My nurse tells me. He probably lied. Arizona is at least a six hour plane ride away from New York. Right before they rolled me into surgery, I had handed this nurse a crumpled piece of paper and asked her to call his number an hour before they called anyone else. I need time to talk to Bradley on my own before my parents came with the press on their tails. I'm the daughter of the CEO of a giant governmental facility and I was reported missing for the last three months. There are going to be press.

Another knock on my door has me sitting up faster than I thought possible. My side begins to ache even more. "Maia Stone. What mess have you gotten yourself into this time?" A familiar british accent brings chills down my spine. My nurse greets him with a smile then excuses herself from the room, leaving me alone with the devil himself. He smiles at me, coldly and I have to control myself from throwing the book in my hand at his face.

"Bradley, I just want to talk. I know that you have no obligation to listen to me, hell you even tried to kill me but can you please just hear me out."

"Were are your parents, Miss Stone?" He asks as he takes a seat in the chair next to me. He's sitting much too close for my liking but I am in no position to tell him to move.

"On their way, I suppose. I couldn't keep my nurse from calling my parents. She broke the rules and called you first but that's because she thought I was dying and she wanted to complete my dying wish."