Mutation

Chapter 7: Last Dance

"We've done what you asked, sir," said the man proudly, "News of the 'disease' is on every TV channel and newspaper in the United States and doctors, even real ones, are distributing the vaccine in every pharmacy."

Mr. Black, shrouded in shadows, barely moved. "That's not enough." he snapped. "I need the cure in every single country and city. Do you hear me? Every one! It's the only way the plan will work."

"Yes, yes, we'll do our best. As for the mind control device-"

"What about it?"

"It isn't working."

Mr. Black sliced the officer with his gaze, and an icy hand of fear gripped the man, leaving him trembling. "What did you say?" His voice was tipped with venom.

"We-well, uh, s-sir . . ." The man shakily adjusted his glasses. "The new h-hybrids, sir. They're im-im-immune to it. It wo-wo-won't work on t-them. "

"How long have you been trying?"

"A month, s-" The man was cut off by intense staring from Mr. Black, and he couldn't seem to speak. A excruciating pain exploded in his temple, and he stumbled back onto the cement floor with a cry of pain. The pain magnified, and the man writhed on the floor, screaming. Mr. Black was doing what so many of his henchmen feared would happen to them; he was Erasing him.

Before Mr. Black had been arrested by the police so long ago, there had been a device inserted in his brain that was part of his master plan after the public accepted the "domesticated" hybrids.

Mr. Black had put minuscule microchips in all of the brains of people that were helping him - including the hybrids - that could be affected by the device in his brain. If Mr. Black just thought it, the person or hybrid would be killed within a matter of seconds by a poison that was released in the brain.

The man had ceased screaming and was now jerking on the floor, gasping what remained of his life. He then gave one more heavy sigh and he was gone. Mr. Black showed no emotion. He coughed and thought for a minute.

"Well, if it doesn't work on the new hybrids," The corners of his mouth curved into a menacing smile. "Perhaps it will work on the old ones."

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We're here, honey." said Laura wearily as she looked back at Trista.

Trista looked up from her MP3 player and stared out the window as rays of sunlight beamed down on the white steeple church. The car pulled up into the gravel driveway and Laura pulled the keys out of the ignition.

Everyone hopped out of the car, groaning and stretching cramped muscles. Trista smoothed her dress down and started walking towards the church.

After so many miles of driving, it was nice to be in one place.

They strolled into the building, Laura and Neo started greeting all the people they met, most of whom they didn't know. Awkward hellos and handshakes were exchanged until they made their way to to Chess, or as she was known now, Christie.

Her dark brown skin contrasted with her beautiful white tiered mermaid dress, with her glossy hair done up in a bun, and her coffee - brown eyes glimmering with excitement at the day and seeing her friends.

"LAURA!" Christie ran, still limping slightly, and plummeted into Laura with a huge hug, almost knocking her over.

Laura laughed and hugged her back. "I've missed you too!"

Christie hugged Neo also, and then turned her attention to Trista. "Well, goodness! I haven't seen you since you were in diapers!" Christie laughed and shook her hand. "I'm Christie, Laura's friend from way back when." she spread her thumb and index finger apart to about three inches. "I've known her since she was this small!"