Michael Vey Fanfic: Hatch's Daughter

Mrs. Vey

While everyone was on their tour, I had a few things I needed to do myself. I pushed the button on the phone again. "Yes?" The lady answered. "I need the construction force." I ordered. "Yes, ma'am. Right away, ma'am," she said "anything else?" "Bring me a snack. I'm hungry. Preferably some fruit." I said, hanging up. Then immediately after I hung up, a man rushed up to my room. "You needed me miss?" He asked. "Yes, I want you to build training facilities here and here. Here's the plans." I said. "I see. I'll get right on it ma'am. Why do we need these?" "It's not yours to question." I threatened. "Sorry, ma'am." He apologized, leaving the room with the plans.

Five minutes later, a man came up to my room's door. "Room service." He said. "Come in." I told him. He went into my room with my food. "Where would you like this ma'am?" "Over there." I pointed right next to me on the desk. He left right after that. I heard footsteps that weren't the room service man's. I grabbed a remote and turned the wall into a one-way window. It was Kylee. What's she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be on the tour? I walked out of my room and up to her. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be on the tour with my dad?" I asked her. "Yeah, but I spoke Frank's name." "You just said 'Frank' right now." I said. "Yeah, but I meant his nickname." Kylee said. "Oh." "I have to write a bunch of words now, so, I'll talk to you later." She said, walking into her room. "Ok, bye." I said, walking back into my own room.

 I went onto the computer at my desk. I started playing a few video games, then I got to work on some finance while eating the fruit. It took about 2 hours of my time. Enough time until my dad and the others are done with their tour.

When I finally got bored of waiting, I went to my dad. He was talking to Tara. "I need your face." I heard dad say to Tara. "What's going on? Why do you need her face?" I asked weirded out. Dad laughed. "I don't physically  need her face. I just need her to trick Vey's mom." Dad explained. "Oh, that makes more sense." I laughed. "Come on you two. Lynn, I'll need you to turn invisible if you're going to come. I don't want to jinx anything unless we need you." Dad said. "Ok."

We walked up to her cell. There were thirty-four marks. Vey's mother had counted the days of her captivity by scratching marks into the concrete floor of her cell. The cell was ten by ten, two-thirds of it occupied by her metal cage. She was sitting back against the bars when dad walked into the room. "Hello, Sharon." Dad said. A buzzer went off and he typed in the required code. Mrs. Vey turned away from him. "Miss me?" Dad asked. She didn't answer. "I trust your accommodations are to your satisfaction." "You can't keep me here." "Of course we can." "You won't get away with this. They'll find me." Dad's brow furrowed with mock concern. "Who will find you?" Mrs. Vey didn't answer. No one would find her here. "Surely you don't mean that inept little police department in Meridian, Idaho. In the first place, we own them. Secondly, you, my dear, are a long, long way from Idaho. And the only way you're ever going to get there is if you no longer wish to return." "I know who you are," she said. "Do you?" Dad sat down in the room's lone chair with an amused grin. "Don't make me wait, tell me." "You're Jim Hatch." "I prefer Dr. Hatch, but yes, they used to call me that." "My husband told me about you." "And what, exactly, did your husband have to say?" "He said you are an unstable, diabolical, delusional man with megalomaniac tendencies." Dad smiled. "Did he also tell you that I'm dangerous?" Mrs. Vey looked at him coldly. "Yes." "That's the thing about your husband, he always called a spade a spade." "Where is my son?" "We have him safely locked away as we reeducate him." Dad lied. "I want to see him." "When we're done, you'll see him. When he's broken and subservient, you'll see him. You may not recognize him anymore, but you'll definitely see him." "You'll never break him." "On the contrary. If psychology taught me anything, it's that everyone has a breaking point. Everyone." "I want to see my son!" she shouted. I didn't get why she screamed. She didn't have any power and it wouldn't make anyone do what she wanted. The only reason I wasn't zapping her to shut up is because dad wouldn't be happy. "Poignant. Really, I'm moved. A mother crying out for her son. But you want is no relevance. All that matters is what I want. Besides, he's not ready. He's a special boy. And when we're done, he'll be of great value to our cause." "You have no cause except your own lust for power." Dad grinned darkly. "You make that sound like it's a bad thing." He leaned towards the bars. "The lust for power is the only way the world has ever changed. Of course we dress it up in noble intentions but in the end politics and religion are like sausage-it may be good but it's best not to know what goes into it." "Trust me, the day will come when I will be honored as the visionary I am. "You're delusional," Mrs. Vey said. Dad smiled. "All great men are delusional. How else could they be crazy enough to think they could change the world?" He leaned back. "The day will come when I will be celebrated as George Washington is today. And the electric children, including yours, will be held up and worshipped as the pioneers of a new world order. You should be pleased to know your son will be held in such high esteem. You cling to the past only because you fear change. But nothing good comes without change. Nothing. Change is evolution, nothing more. And if it wasn't for evolution you'd still be living in a tree eating bananas." Mrs. Vey just looked at him. "Speaking of eating, has anyone told you what you've been eating for the past month? Those tasty little biscuits are called Rabisk. They're made of ground-up rats: Mat, fur, and bone meal." Mrs. Vey looked like she was going to throw up. "There's someone I'd like you to meet." Dad continued. He opened the cell door. "You may come in now." Tara walked in. "Hi, Mrs. Vey." Mrs. Vey looked at her with surprise. "Taylor?" Tara smiled. "It's so good to see you." "What are you doing here?" "I came to help. What Dr. Hatch is doing is wonderful. For all of us." "Have you seen Michael?" "Of course." "How is he?" "He's great. He's having a good time." Mrs. Vey looked surprised. "A good time? Has he asked about me?" Tara shook her head. "No. I mean, he knows you're okay and we're all just so busy and going places. But I'm sure he'll find time to visit before too long." Mrs. Vey was thinking of something. "Does Michael still wear the watch you gave him for his birthday?" Mrs. Vey asked. Taylor gave Michael that? I thought that was from his father, well, what I read from his mind... wait..... I tried signaling Tara that it was a trick but I forgot I was invisible. Tara hesitated. "Uh, most of the time. Not when he plays basketball or stuff." I face-palmed myself, quiet enough that nobody could hear. Mrs. Vey nodded. "So, Taylor. What do your parents think of you leaving home?" "They're really happy for me." "Really?" "Oh, yes. They're so proud that I can make a difference in the world." "Even your dad?" "Of course. Why wouldn't he be?" "Well, you know how schoolteachers worry about kids. Especially their own." "No, he's good with it all." Taylor's dad was a school teacher? I thought he was a police. Aww man, she's testing Tara again. We got this far, there was no point trying anymore. Mrs. Vey stared at her for a moment, then breathed out slowly. "No, he's not. Your father's not a schoolteacher, he's a police officer. And you didn't give Michael that watch for his birthday. I did." Tara glanced nervously at dad. "Who are you and why do you look just like Taylor?" Mrs. Vey asked. Dad slowly shook his head. I got tired of this so I just turned myself visible again and Mrs. Vey just stared at me. "What? Haven't you ever seen someone turn visible after being invisible before?" I joked. I knew she hadn't. "It was worth a try. Sharon, this is Tara, Taylor's lost twin. And she's going to be your new best friend, along with my daughter Lynn. Every day until we bring Michael in, they're going to make your stay a little more... interesting, just like she did for your son, well, mainly Tara because my daughter is a very busy person like I am." "What did you do to him?" She asked. "You'll find out soon enough. Tara, Lynn, Mrs. Vey likes rats. She's been eating them for weeks now. So, for you first session," Dad said, tapping his temple with his index finger, "I think you should give her a few hundred to keep her company." "Dad?" I asked. He turned to me. "Yes?" "Can I make real ones?" He paused. "Probably. Just keep her conscious." Dad said. "Aye aye." I said, saluting. All of us smiled, well, everyone except Mrs. Vey. "Thirty minutes' worth." "Yes, sir." Tara said. Dad smiled again. "Very well. I'll let you three get better acquainted."