A MECH-X4 Story: Rescue

Chapter 7: Revelations

    Author's note: Hey guys. Thanks for all of the attention this has been getting. I honestly was doing this for fun and the ideas just kept coming. I didn't expect it to get decently popular. I'm enjoying writing and will definitely finish this fic off soon with a bang. Enjoy :)
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      Ryan's eyes open and he sees himself. The wall he is looking at is covered by a mirror. Looking up at the ceiling he seems himself lying flat on his back on the floor, which is also a mirror. He turns onto his stomach to see there's a mirror on the floor directly below him and wrapping all four walls in the room. His reflection is repeated millions of times all over the place. Talk about trippy.

     Well this can't possibly go well.

     He looks down into the floor and jerks back in shock when he sees the condition of his face. The left side of his jaw is swelling. A black, throbbing bruise spreads from his jaw and up to his bottom eye lid. His lip has dried blood from where it had been bleeding and the blood from the shattered light bulb had dried too.

     "How am I gonna explain all of this to mom?"

      In the reflection of the mirror, he notices a metal wrist strap on his right arm. It looks like a strap you get when you are too small to ride something at a park, except for the whole metal part. Ryan tries to scan it, but it shows no signs of technological capabilities so he assumes it is safe.

      Suddenly there's a loud click and a door shaped hole suddenly appears to Ryan's left. Milk-Eyes walks in and the door hole fills itself like slow moving water and hardens into glass again.

      "Whoa," Ryan whispers.

      "Whoa indeed, Ryan," Milk-Eyes says.

      "What do you want from me, jerk?"

      The man walks over to Ryan and kneels in front of him. He is surprisingly calm.

      "You know already. I want you to teach me how to pilot Mexh-x4. I want you to tell me all you know about how it works."

      "I can't tell you because I don't even know how it all works!"

       "I know, Ryan. At first I didn't, but you blew that light bulb didn't you? You also blew up my taser."

      Ryan didn't answer. He just lies there on his stomach and turns his face away. He doesn't know what to say.

      "You're a technopath and I know it. That's why you are in this mirror room. The only light in here is sunlight which penetrates the special glass. I can't have you killing me with anything electronic."

Ryan gets to his feet and looks the man in the eyes. "How do you know about technopaths?"

"You're just one of the many weird things in the world," Milk-Eyes says, rising above Ryan with a smile. "Nothing too special."

"So what are you going to do? Beat me until I teach you how to work the robot?"

      "No, I need you on my side. Beating you would only turn you away from me."

"So what then?"

"If you are the only person that can control the robot, I'll need you to work with me."

Ryan's eyes widen at this and he begins to chuckle. "I'll never do that. What do you want me to do? Use the robot to help you and your mutants destroy humanity?"

Milk-Eyes doesn't answer. He just looks Ryan in the eyes, answering with a silent yes.

"Oh my gosh! You really want me to- I'll never!"

"You will!" Milk-Eyes says, grabbing Ryan's shoulders and shaking him. "And this room will help you see the way." He turns and the space opens in the wall again, he's out of the room and the door closes behind him with a click.

"I won't!" Ryan yells at the mirror.

He feels like an idiot yelling at himself. He sits on the floor with his legs crossed and with his head in his hands he starts to think. He can't believe this situation. There's no way he could be convinced to help the bad guys.

He looks up at himself in the mirror and screams at the top of his lungs at what he sees. There's a man standing in it. He backs away on the floor until he is against the mirror behind him. The man continues to walk forward. He is far away and very tiny. It looks like he is walking out of a void. Ryan is breathing heavily. He thinks he may have a heart attack.

Can 14 year olds have heart attacks?

The man is closing in now. He's beginning to become more recognizable. He's a dark skinned man and has short curly brown hair. He's about 6 ft tall and wearing a black suit. Ryan recognized him before his foot cane out of the mirror, before he strolled over to him with intense hatred in his eyes, and before his hands were wrapped tightly around Ryan's neck.

"Dad?" Ryan chokes out as he has the life squeezed out of him.