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Mind Games Book 2 By Paradox Americamps RV Resort, Ashland, Virginia Something pretty. Something pretty. That was the mantra, in Daddy's voice, that was going through my head as I stood in front of my open wardrobe wrapped in a towel. When I'd suggested we go out to eat tonight and maybe take in a movie he had eagerly agreed to the idea and sent me off to shower and change with a loving pat to my rear that had made me giggle and wiggle my hips saucily as I skipped into my room. Now that I was all cleaned up I was stuck agonizing over my choices trying to find the perfect one. I suppose most girls did this, combing through their wardrobes trying to put together the perfect date outfit. The only thing was, this wasn't a date. Well, okay, it kind of was, but it was with Daddy not some boy. Then again, Daddy was better than some boy so why not look my absolute best for him? When my eyes fell upon one particular dress it caused a slow smile to form on my lips. While I don't remember ever wearing it, the moment I pulled it from the closet and held it out I knew it would be the perfect one would without a doubt leave Daddy drooling. Giggling at such a naughty thought I carefully laid the dress out on the bed and whipped off the towel before donning the lacy black bra and matching thong panties. After that I shimmied into the dress and drew up the zip in the back and hurried to the bathroom. It was hard to tell given that the I couldn't get a full view of myself (need to ask Daddy for a cheval mirror) and my hair and makeup weren't done yet, but I could tell I would look outstanding in this dress. The entire thing was a rich hunter green with the bodice being held up by two wide shoulder straps that led down to a neckline that, while not plunging, showing off a generous amount of cleavage. It then narrowed down to my waist, hugging both it and my hips snuggly before ending in a slightly looser and more flowing skirt that ended just below my knees. What really made the dress worth wearing tonight was the splits in the skirt. There were two of them, one running along the front of each leg, that started at the hem and ended quite high on my thigh. The end result was that a great deal of my legs were exposed through the skirt and even more so when I walked. It was a dress designed to tease and that was exactly what I planned to do in it. Grinning happily I went to work on drying and brushing out my hair until it draped down my sides and back in soft, chesnut waves. Hair out of the way I set about doing my makeup, making sure to add a touch extra to my eyes to ensure they really popped, which was really quite easy since they were such a bright blue they already did. Once done, I gave myself one last look over, a spritz of some perfume on my wrists, neck, and cleavage, and stepped into a pair of strappy heels that went perfectly with the dress before prancing into the lounge area. Daddy was already ready and waiting for me (boys have it so easy) looking handsome and a touch rugged in a pair of black Dockers and a red button down shirt. When he saw me I got exactly the reaction I was hoping for. His mouth hung open a bit and his eyes went wide with both surprise and...something else I couldn't quite pick out. "Kitten," he breathed, "you look beautiful." "Oh this old thing?" I sang with a laugh and twirled about so he could get the full picture, not even caring how my skirt flew high up on my thighs. "I'm glad you like it." "You don't think it's a bit much for dinner and a movie?" he asked, though it was clear by his voice that the last thing he wanted was for me to change. "I wanted to look pretty for you," I told him and took his arm with a smile. "Is the taxi here yet?" "Just pulled up outside," he confirmed as he led me to the door, "I was actually just about to knock and tell you." "Well then I have perfect timing," I said proudly as he helped me down the steps and we walked to the waiting cab in front of the RV. Now it might seem strange taking a taxi when the RV is a vehicle and of itself, but that thing is pretty big. It would be a real pain trying to drive it in a city and nearly impossible to park it. Daddy had mentioned buying a car that we could put on a trailer, but until then we were stuck using taxis to get us from place to place. It was fine. Most took credit cards these days and it wasn't like Daddy needed to worry about money after all. Slipping into the back of the cab Daddy told the driver the name of the restaurant we were going to and we were off. It was a brief ride but I spent the whole time snuggling with Daddy while we whispered compliments about how nice the other looked. I caught the driver glancing in his rearview mirror at me several times and there was no denying that he was definitely appreciating how I looked. On a naughty little whim I slowly crossed my legs without bothering to straighten or fix my skirt. The result was that he could see nearly every inch of my legs and possibly even gotten the barest flash of my panties. That possibility became almost a certainty when a car suddenly blared its horn because our driver had drifted into his neighbor's lane while ogling me. As he quickly jerked the car back into the proper lane Daddy frowned at him. "We'd like to arrive in one piece if you don't mind." "Sorry pal," the driver apologized lamely, "just trying to keep from hitting too many potholes." It took quite the effort, but I managed not to giggle at my own naughty antics. Since obviously the driver wasn't planning on saying anything I knew I'd gotten away without Daddy knowing about it. That was good, because I was sure he'd probably scold me for being such a naughty tease. In a further effort to deflect any responsibility I might have had for the driver's little mishap I just snuggled against his side a little more and sighed with contentment. Before long we'd arrived at our destination and after Daddy paid the driver, minus a tip for nearly killing us of course, we headed into what looked like a quaint little Italian restaurant called Giuseppe's. Instantly I was enchanted by the Old World feeling I got there. The decor was very reminiscent of what I imagined Italy might be like and the tablecloths had a white and red checkered pattern. There was even an empty wine bottle on the table acting as a well-used candle holder that currently had one such item currently occupying the bottle's neck with its wick lit. The host, Giuseppe himself, instantly made Daddy and I feel welcome and comfortable. He even held out my chair for me and suggested what was good that evening. By the time he'd left with our order taken (Daddy ordered for me since he obviously knew what I liked best), I was wrapped up in the romantic atmosphere and simply couldn't keep from smiling. "I take it you like the choice of dining?" Daddy said with a grin. "Oh yes," I gushed as I looked around, "it's wonderful. How did you find this place?" "Wonders of the Internet." I giggled and reached over to give his hand a squeeze. "Well thank you for bringing me. If the food matches the atmosphere it's going to be great." And it was. From the opening appetizers to the main course the food was delicious. Between bites we talked about...well...nothing really. That's all I could call our fundamentally inane chatter. It was pleasant and I had a great time talking and laughing, but the truth is we spoke about nothing consequential. There were no discussions about my past, no conversations about what we should do moving forward, it was just...nothing. And surprisingly, I was fine with that, just as I was fine when Daddy put his hand on my leg and slid it up beneath my skirt so it rested on my bare thigh. Okay, that's not quite correct, I wasn't fine with that. I was thrilled. The feeling of Daddy's hand on my bare leg sent a delightful shiver up my spine and a distinct feeling of heat where his skin touched mine. It soon got to the point where I excused myself to the restroom just so I would cool down and not do something foolish like climb over the table to curl up in his lap while nibbling at that sexy scruff on the underside of his chin. By the time I made it into the bathroom I was nearly panting from the intense heat I was feeling in my chest and between my legs. All I wanted to do was lean against one of the sinks and maybe splash my face with some cold water to cool me down but unfortunately two other women were already there using the mirrors to freshen their makeup. One of them looked over at me and her sly smile made it clear she could tell what I was experiencing at the moment. Ducking into one of the stalls I sat down on the closed toilet and tried to bring my breathing under control. I didn't need to check to know that my panties were soaked at this point because I could feel the damp heat against my skin. What was wrong with me? Yes I loved Daddy but wasn't it wrong to be feeling this aroused by him? I shouldn't have be thinking about tasting his skin with long, slow licks of my tongue. There shouldn't have been tiny little shocks of pleasure at the mere thought of him caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples. That was wrong...wasn't it? Unbidden, more fantasy images of Daddy touching and caressing me flooded my mind and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I squeezed my thighs together in an effort to stifle the intense pressure that was coming from my girlhood but that only seemed to make things worse. Without even realizing it one hand had cupped and was starting to massage my breast, sending threads of pleasurable heat straight into my loins, causing me to whisper, "Oh god!" The sudden flare of blue/white light instantly captured my attention, snapping me out of my impending sexual delirium. The one hand that wasn't currently mauling my own breast was filled with a glowing, pulsing energy knife. I stared at in surprise and shock, both at its sudden appearance and at the realization that the moment it appeared my wild sexual arousal had suddenly vanished. Along with that elimination of my unaccountably high desire came the sudden rush of rationality, which had one all important question: What the fuck is wrong with me? I had just come within spitting distance of practically orgasming from the thought of having a sexual relationship with my own father! That was wrong on so many different levels I was pretty sure I'd broken the scale on the fucked up meter. No normal, sane girl had such wildly carnal desires when it came to her parent. Even Freud would be looking at me and saying, "You have problems." So why had I been experiencing them? I hadn't been feeling this way when I had been out for my run earlier. In fact, I had distinctly noticed how wrong they had felt and had decided to confront Dad about them when I'd gotten back to the RV... ...And to him. It had been so subtle at the time I hadn't even realized it was happening, but now that I thought back on it I realized that the closer I'd gotten to the RV and Daddy...Dad...the more my thoughts and emotions had changed from worried skepticism and even anger to love, devotion, and attraction. By the time I'd made it to the RV I had completely forgotten about confronting him about my unnatural emotional shifts and had utterly fallen back into the mindset of the overly devoted daughter. It wasn't until just now when my energy knife had suddenly appeared that... The energy knife. Was that a factor in this somehow? It hadn't been very long after I'd come to the realization that something was wrong with my mental state that the knife had appeared in my hand. Now, when I had been nearly on the verge of going back to the table and whispering some excessively lewd suggestion that Dad take me back to the RV, the knife appeared and my thoughts had cleared. It was as though my mutation was trying to actively combat whatever was going on in my head. What did that mean? Was something happening within my mind that my powers were fighting against? Why did my mental and emotional state change so dramatically the closer I got to my father? I shook my head and tried to somehow put these jumbled thoughts into order somehow. There were too many questions and not nearly enough answers, but one thing seemed absolutely certain: Dad was at the heart of this issue. Unfortunately, it wasn't like I could just walk up to him with a glowing energy knife in my hands and start demanding answers. Not only would that certainly cause a mass panic, it was without a doubt a one-way ticket into an MCO detention facility. I had to just keep my wits about me and not let that inner slut lurking within my subconscious from getting out. I could do that, I was sure of it. I would just have to keep that determination in the forefront of my mind when I confronted him. Dinner was pretty much over at this point and I could beg off dessert with some excuse about watching my figure. That would get us some alone time while walking to the nearby movie theater and I could question him about my behavior. I'd have to be subtle about it since at this point I trusted the man as far as I could throw him, but it was well past time that I started getting some answers. A sudden knocking on the stall door had me jumping with a squeak of surprise and the energy knife vanished from my hand. "Honey?" I heard from the other side of the door. "Are you alright? You've been in there a while now." "I'm fine," I said and couldn't quite keep the tremor of emotion out of my voice. "Thank you." My answer seemed to appease the anonymous woman since I heard her heels click away and out the door of the restroom. Considering even I could hear how unsure my voice was I guessed she had been some haughty upper- class woman who was now patting herself on the back for being a good humanitarian just for asking if I was okay. Puffing out a breath I stood and exited the stall and walked over to the sink to look at my image in the mirror. My makeup was still perfect and I wasn't anywhere near as flushed as I'd been when I came in. I did take a moment to freshen my perfume with the small atomizer I kept in my clutch purse before heading back out into the restaurant. Each step I took I constantly reminded myself that I was on a mission to find the truth and that I wouldn't let myself fall back into slut mode. I had the mental fortitude and I could do this. I was strong and I was going to get answers. I would... ...Almost immediately feel certain parts of my body tighten deliciously the moment I saw Daddy standing from the table and straightening his shirt collar. Good god the man was gorgeous. I shouldn't have been gone so long in the bathroom. After all, there were several women in this place that I grudgingly recognized as being rather attractive. Any one of them could have approached him while I was away and started flirting with him. The very idea that some floozy could get their claws into my Daddy set my teeth on edge. Even now I was almost certain I saw his eyes flicker over towards one busty blonde seated at the bar sipping from a cocktail. Wait, did she just wink at him? That bitch! There was a much more pronounced wiggle to my hips as I glided across the floor to Daddy, letting the sharp click of my heels announce my arrival and catch his attention. His smile of adoration and...something else caused a fissure of heat to fill my belly as he looked over at me. He hadn't been looking at her after all! There was no way he'd be smiling like that if he had been. Daddy only had eyes for me and that was the way I liked it. Slinking to his side I wrapped my arms around one of his and lifted up on tiptoe to purr in his ear, "Are we ready to go to the movie?" I finished my question with a teasing lick on his earlobe that caused him to shiver a little. "Are you sure you still want to go see it?" he said in a low, rumbling voice. "Mmmmm," moaned softly and caught the lobe in my teeth, giving it a gentle tug, "Maybe we should just go back to the RV. I'm sure we can find something to do there." His only response was to smile and use an app on his cell phone to call for a cab to the restaurant. As we headed towards the front door I cast an admittedly catty look at the blonde who was watching us with clear disgust on her face. He's mine, bitch. Reading, Pennsylvania "Shit!" WiseCrack snapped as he looked over the scrolling text on the laptop screen. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" His fingers flew across the keyboard as he carefully and painstakingly tried to reconstruct the massively fragmented string of code that seemed unusually resistant to the procedure. Every time he reassembled a portion of the code it almost seemed like it wanted to tear itself apart, resulting in him needing to spend a great deal of time constructing and implementing a stasis code chain specifically tailored to that data chunk to keep it intact while not compromising the raw data. 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Based on the way it was said under his breath I don't think intended for me to hear that. But it didn't matter. I was with my Daddy and we were quickly speeding our way towards what I just knew would be a night of unbelievable pleasures and delights. The unspoken promises he'd made with the way he'd caressed my leg and the way he'd fed me some of his dinner was unmistakably a seduction that I eagerly accepted. No matter how I squirmed or crossed my legs, I couldn't abate the wet heat that seemed to constantly pulse within me. I was honestly shocked there wasn't a stain on my dress or the seat at the restaurant. Taking far too long in my opinion, we finally arrived at the RV where Daddy paid the driver and I nearly leapt from the back, practically dragging him with me. The cabbie chucked knowingly and threw Daddy a wink before driving off. He was barely five feet away when I found myself now being practically dragged towards the RV. I tried to keep up since I was just as anxious, but my high heels made it awkward and more than once I fell into Daddy's arms which had us both laughing. By the time we made it inside both of us were flushed from excited arousal. It had been sooooo hard to control myself during the ride home but Daddy's words of caution about how most people wouldn't understand the kind of relationship we had made perfect sense. I loved him and wanted to show him that in every way that I could, but I also appreciated that modern society, for whatever stupid reasons, frowned upon this kind of thing. The moment the door closed behind Daddy I spun and wrapped my arms around his neck, going up on tiptoe and crushing my mouth against his. The groan that I'm sure he had been trying so hard to hold back filled my mouth and mixed with my own moans of wanton desire. We stayed that way for a long time, holding each other tightly while devouring each other's mouth. Working on some kind of lust-filled automatic pilot I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist, pressing my hot, damp mound against his bulge and whimpering at how we were separated by layers of cotton, silk, and lace. I felt his hands skim down my back until they firmly grabbed my ass, pulling me in even tighter against him. A quick movement bunched up my skirt until I could feel his fingers kneading my bare skin, pulling a fresh gasp and moan from my throat. "Oh god Daddy!" I whimpered into his mouth. "Please!" With a quick jerk of his hands I was lifted off the ground. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist and used my hips to lift myself slightly higher which gave him perfect access to kiss, lick, and nibble at my generously exposed cleavage. I let out a small cry of surprise and delight when he reached up and tore my bodice open, exposing my breasts barely contained within their lacy prison. That cry became a long, drawn out groan of need when his lips found one of my tightened nipples and suckled at it through the silk of my bra. "Please Daddy," I begged breathlessly, "I need you!" His only response was a low growl of desire as he shifted slightly and sat me down on the kitchen counter before proceeding to tear my bra to shreds and the feast on my now completely exposed breasts. Sharp little spikes of pleasure stabbed through me over and over again as his lips and tongue explored and tasted the peaks and valleys of my flesh with such hunger it almost frightened me. And yet, I was still desperate for more. When he flipped up my skirt and pressed his palm against the soaked front of my panties I cried out in both eagerness and need. Why had I even bothered to wear panties tonight? I lamented and quickly resolved never to do so again; they only slowed things down. My hips began to twitch and rolled against his hand as it started to caress that oh so wonderfully intimate place and I silently congratulated myself on being sure to shave very closely that morning. As he pressed against that soft flesh, a tiny little voice inside my head whispered that what was happening wasn't right. I tried to ignore it, to focus on the mounting pleasure and almost certain bliss that lurked upon the horizon, but it simply wouldn't go away. With every quick spark of velvety heat that his touch caused, that little voice would chastise me. With every moan I made there was a tiny little scream sounding distantly in my head. I thought I wouldn't be able to ignore it for much longer when Daddy stepped back and yanked down his pants and underwear. The instant I saw that rigid flesh even that small voice of protest went silent. My mouth practically watered at the sight of such a gift. I didn't even notice the sound of rending fabric when I literally tore my panties from my hips and cast them aside before opening my arms, and my legs, in invitation. It took less than a second for Daddy to accept it and as he stepped close I could feel that oh so delicious hardness press against my naked girlhood with the promise of pleasures and delights I'd never experienced in my life. Then the world exploded. For several moments my eyes couldn't focus. Everything seemed hazy and indistinct as though gauze covered my eyes. I blinked furious and ground at them with my fists to try and clear them and that's when I realized I was lying on the floor of the RV. Sounds were muffled and there was a constant high-pitched whine filling my ears. "Daddy?" I called and could barely hear myself. As I lowered my hands I realized that there wasn't a problem with my eyes, the air was filled with smoke. At that moment I accidently took in a large lungful of that smoky air which caused a fit of harsh coughing that left me curled up and moaning. That was when I heard the ring of a cell phone. With my eyes watering I crawled along the ground towards where I thought the ringing was coming from. Thankfully my hearing was starting to clear and it only took a few moments to realize it was Daddy's cell phone that was ringing, in his pocket, where he was lying unconscious in the kitchen. As I drew closer it looked like he had collapsed where he stood when, as I could now see, the microwave had exploded. He was still breathing but small fragments of glass were buried in the right side of his face as well as his shoulder that, fortunately, didn't appear to be lethal. "Daddy!" I cried in shock as I rolled him to his back to see if he suffered any other injuries. As I did that, I felt a sudden warmth pulse within my chest. It quickly flowed out to my shoulder and down my arm until it burst through my hand with a brilliant blue/white flash. As my fingers curled around the energy blade something in my mind clicked and a sense of horror and disgust had my stomach twisting itself into a nauseating knot. All of that built up desire and lust burned away in a heartbeat and I realized just what I had been doing and what I had been but seconds away from going through with. Bile rose in my throat that I bitterly tried to swallow down as I looked down at this man beneath me with fresh eyes. Had that explosion not happened, I had literally been moments away from being raped by my own father. That I had wanted it so badly was immaterial because, as I was now beginning to understand, my feelings and desires had not been my own. Somehow, someway, all of the determination I'd had halfway through dinner had been completely wiped away and replaced by...something. I'd had no choice in the matter and now I came to understand that the little voice that had been screaming at me in my head was my now current state of mind. I was aware of everything that had happened and had been completely powerless to stop it. A sudden wave of fury boiled through me as I looked down at my would-be rapist. He wasn't my father, I was certain of that now. I didn't know who he was but this man held no parental lineage to me. No father would be so sick and twisted that he would essentially brainwash his daughter and try to use her as a sexual plaything. This man was just a sick and twisted monster. My fingers gripped the knife of what was now crackling energy so tightly it was almost painful. He needed to die. This man needed to die and I wanted to be the one to do it. It would be so easy. I knew that my energy knife could easily slice through his skin as if it were air. It wouldn't take hardly any effort to do it and at that moment there was nothing I wanted to do more. My arm lifted up in preparation to punch the blade into his black heart when a voice shouted, "Kitty stop!" It was surprise at hearing that more than a desire to do so that held my strike at bay. That voice had come from my...from the monster's phone. Frowning in confusion I reached down to those pants that were still around his ankles and dug the phone out of the pocket. The screen showed a call was in progress and the speakerphone was active. "Kitty it's WiseCrack," the voice on the other end of the line said. "I've hacked into the RV's camera systems and I can see you right now. I blew up the microwave," he explained quickly. "You emailed me yesterday," I realized as my mind tried desperately to keep up with the rapid-fire course of events. "Yeah. I just found out more about what's happened to you. I'll explain more but you have to get out of there right now. There's already been two calls to the police about the explosion and they're about five minutes away. Unless you plan to spend the rest of your life in an MCO cell take this phone and get the fuck out of there." "Where am I supposed to go?" I cried as I scrambled to my feet and stupidly started looking around. "I'm looking for a ride for you right now but in the meantime get the fuck out of there!" His yell spurned me into action and I practically leapt out of the door of the RV and started running as fast as I could the moment my feet hit the ground. Working purely on instinct I shot towards the large cluster of trees that made up the center of the RV park. During the day it was often frequented by walkers or people just relaxing for the day, but by this time in the evening it had been abandoned in favor of the more personal fire pits at each site. Just as I dove into the treeline I heard the sound of sirens come screaming down the gravel path and two police cars skidded to a halt in a plume of dust in front of our RV. Gasping more out of panic than lack of breath I crouched behind a fallen tree and watched as four uniformed officers all drew their weapons and made their way through the door of the RV that still had smoke pouring out of it. "Kitty," I heard faintly, "Kitty talk to me." I realized I was still holding the cell phone and brought it to my ear whispering, "I'm here, I don't think they see me." "Okay, I've found a car for you. I'll get you two it and then guide you out of there." I nodded as though he could see me, and for all I knew he could, which was when I realized the state my clothing was in. Immediately I blushed and crouched even lower behind the log. It was on the tip of my tongue to say something about how there was no way I was going to run around half naked when the beam of one officer's flashlight started panning around the area. Distantly I could hear multiple radios squawking but couldn't make out what was being said. "They're outside the RV looking around. Can you create another diversion?" I whispered as I carefully slipped off my heels and stuffed them under the log as best I could. "Working on that now," he told me. "When I give you the signal I want you to move to your left about one hundred yards. Go slowly and quietly, don't run. Go now!" he suddenly said just before I heard a car alarm start wailing from somewhere off to my right. The moment the officers all turned to head in that direction I moved off in the opposite one. Heeding WiseCrack's advice I kept low and moved slowly and carefully through the trees, trying to make as little sound as possible. Off in the distance I could hear voices speaking loudly, probably the police officers barking orders or relaying information to one another. A couple different dogs were barking, but they were also fairly far away so I doubted it was because of me. After what felt like far too long a time, I finally made it to the edge of the treeline and saw several rows of sites that had RV's, trailers, campers, and even a few motorcycles with tents pitched. "Okay," I whispered, "I'm at the edge of the trees." "There should be a black Chevy Malibu almost dead ahead, do you see it?" I nodded when my eyes landed on the vehicle he described. "Yeah, I see it." "Make your way over to it. I'll unlock the car and get it started once you're behind the wheel. After that just drive slowly out of there. The exit is in the opposite direction of where the police are so they won't see you and right now they're busy interviewing your neighbors so none of them are looking through the area. Once you're clear of the area I'll call you back and we'll find a safe place for you to hole up. Ditch the phone you have otherwise they can trace the GPS." "If I don't have a phone how will you get in touch with me?" I asked before a far more important question came to mind. "Who are you? Why are you helping me?" The sigh of impatience on the other end of the line spoke of impatience on his part. "Look, we don't have time for this right now. We've talked before, you just don't remember it because of what was done to you. Once we get you to a safe place we'll talk more and I'll tell you everything I've found out but I can't do that if you're locked up in a jail cell. I know you don't have any reason to trust me," he said before I could point out that very point, "But right now I'm the only chance you have to get out of there. Either let me help you or take your chances with the cops, but since they're looking for whoever caused an explosion that injured a man and you can create energy knives from your hands I doubt they'll even bother trying to hear your side of the story." He was right about that, and both of us knew it. Even if I did try to explain what happened to the police I had no idea how this area's law enforcement felt about mutants. For all I knew, they could be card- carrying members of Humanity First and would just as soon put a bullet in my brain before speaking to me. Heading off on my own was also a really bad idea. A young girl running around half naked tended to attract all the wrong kinds of attention and would probably wind up with me either assaulted or having the police called on me. WiseCrack's help was really my only option. "Damn!" I hissed before tossing the phone back into the trees and slowly making my way towards the car he told me about. I stayed in a crouch the whole time with my eyes trying to look everywhere at once. Every small sound had my heart leaping into my throat as I imagined a hundred different scenarios where I was caught and hauled off to god knew where. Eventually I made it to the car and took hold of the driver's door handle. The second my fingers touched it the door locks released, causing me to start and utter a small yelp of surprise that I tried to cover with my hand. After looking around to make sure no one had seen or heard me I slipped behind the wheel and closed the door as quietly as I could. The moment it clicked shut the engine started, causing me to blink in surprise. How the hell had that happened, I didn't have a key. "I'm in the car's On Star system," WiseCrack's voice announced through the car speakers, causing me to jump and utter a sharp cry of surprise and fear. "Don't do that!" I snapped. "Sorry," he said, sounding anything but apologetic, "I've unlocked all of the vehicle's controls so you can drive it just as though you had used the key. Now get out of there." Putting the car in drive I slowly and carefully pulled away from the RV site and made my way towards the entrance to the park. Thankfully it didn't have any kind of a guard shack so I was able to exit the area without anyone stopping me to ask who I was or where I was going and soon I was out on the main road driving away from the park as fast as the speed limit allowed. It was at that point that I came to yet another realization. How the hell did I know how to drive a car? True, at the age of fifteen I could have taken some driver's education classes already and actually had my learner's permit, but the way I was handling the vehicle made me think I had years of experience doing this. Just another question in a long line of them that I could only hope WiseCrack could help in answering. As I drove down Route 809 I finally let myself breathe and relax a little. As long as the car didn't get reported as being stolen within the next twenty or thirty minutes I would be able to get far enough away where I could ditch it and then make my way on foot to...well I hadn't worked that part out yet but it would be away from that monster pretending to be my father. Thinking about him was a bad idea, because the moment I did, even though it was in anger, I was immediately assaulted with the memory of the last thirty-six hours of my life. That man, that sick freak, had taken advantage of a girl with memory loss with what was now a clear intent to use her as his own personal teen sex toy. That was bad enough, but what made it worse was that somehow I had wanted it more than anything else. Yes I'd had my few more lucid moments where I knew what was happening was wrong, but for whatever reasons I'd had no control over myself whenever he'd been near. Hell, I'd been practically ready to rape him, a thought that now completely turned my stomach. Had WiseCrack not intervened when he did I would have surely... The conclusion of that thought had me whipping over to the side of the road and practically throwing myself out of the car where, on hands and knees, I vomited up everything I'd eaten that evening. Over and over again I heaved until there was nothing left in my stomach and I was left collapsed on the side of the road choking and gasping for breath as tears rolled down my face. With muscles weakened from such violent retching I somehow managed to crawl back into the driver's seat before breaking into body-wracking sobs while my screams of anguish filled the interior of the car. Undisclosed location "I take it you've seen the news." The man in the white lab coat frowned into the microscope his attention had been formerly focused on before the phone had run. "I did," he replied while watching a segment of cells respond to the latest protein compound that had been introduced to them, "Perhaps you would like to explain how you managed to lose the experiment when it had practically been gift-wrapped for you?" The last part ended on very close to an angry shout. "I don't know what happened," came the now nervous reply over the headset, "Everything went fine when I got her out and no one suspected it had to do with me. All I know is one second we were in the kitchen and the next there was an explosion and she was gone along with my cell. I barely managed to get out of there before the cops arrived." "I don't give a damn about your problems," the man now yelled and sent the microscope flying into the wall where it shattered into pieces. "Fuck!" he muttered. "What was that?" the person on the other end of the line asked nervously. "Just another minor delay that you have directly caused," snarled the man accusingly. "I trust you were at least intelligent enough to have implanted the tracker into it before it was liberated from the lab." "Yeah," the caller replied with some relief in his voice, "But I had it tied into the equipment in the RV and my phone. I activated the emergency protocols so they were wiped," he assured the man in the lab coat quickly, "But I need get to the safe house so I can get the backup cell to track her." "Do you have a means of transportation," the man sneered with clear distain. "Or do you need me to spoon feed you that like an infant as well?" "I can handle it," the caller said in a tone that made it clear he was miffed by the lack of confidence in his skills. "At least you can handle something," the man said as he went about reassembling the microscope and samples with amazing ease. "You need to move quickly so I can get that experiment in here and run tests. All of the research you acquired is useless to me if I'm unable to obtain viable tissue samples for replication." "She couldn't have gotten far," the caller assured him. "And once I get a lock on her with the tracker she should be easy to find. Besides, now that the programming's taken hold she's nothing more than a little girl who's only goal in life is to please her owner. I doubt she has the mental wherewithal to come up with any kind of a decent escape plan." "Your overconfidence is the precise reason why I do not have my samples already!" the man yelled into the connection and smiled at the satisfying yelp of fear that resulted from it. "I expect to see it in the lab within forty-eight hours or I will allow you to explain to our disappointed buyers why their orders have been delayed." The gulp on the other end of the line was audible before the caller stammered out, "U-understood," and hung up. Once the call had disconnected the man in the lab coat once again introduced the protein compound into the cell segment and watched the results unfold. The result was as he had anticipated, but it was still useless without viable tissue sample that could complete the bonding chain. Without that all he had was a useless pinprick of goop. Spinning away from the microscope, the man leisurely strolled through the five rows of stainless steel gurneys that currently occupied the majority of the large warehouse apartment space. He smiled when he pulled back the sheet from one to reveal a lovely blonde-haired girl of perhaps sixteen possessed of lovely facial features, full breasts, generous hips, long legs, and a rather annoying case of being dead. Of course, that condition was only temporary. Once his associate arrived with the experiment and his samples it would be child's play to integrate the results of Project Kajira into the twenty-five corpses and program them exactly to his customer's specifications. At five million apiece, it was more than enough for him to re-establish a proper lab and undertake the next phase of the project, Project Mantis. That was the one that would elevate him to World Power status and make him nigh unstoppable. He'd already picked out the tropical island that would serve as his new nation. Westlake Industries Complex, Pennsylvania The brandy burned pleasantly as it raced down Harold Westlake's throat. It was the second of the night and would have to be his last for at least a while so he kept his head about him. Scattered across his desk were a variety of reports ranging from financial statements to security sweeps, all of which did absolutely nothing to shed any kind of light on just what the hell happened in his labs. He was just preparing to look over one of the security reports again when a knock sounded at his door. "Come," he called out in irritation. The door opened and a man in a black paramilitary uniform with the Westlake logo in patch form on his right shoulder entered the large office and strode in. Without even pausing he approached the oaken desk of the CEO and stood at parade rest with his hands clasped at his back. "Sir, our office has recovered some new information." "What is it Commander Barnes?" Westlake asked tiredly. "Another blurry traffic camera image that doesn't even come close to matching our missing personnel?" "No sir," the commander said in a crisp, professional manner, "we believe we may have a location on the missing experiment." Instantly Westlake's eyes snapped to the security head's even as he started pushing to his feet. "Have we mobilized yet?" "Our teams are en route as we speak sir," he informed the CEO. "They should be touching down within twenty minutes." "Where was the experiment seen?" Withdrawing a small-form tablet from its holster on his waist, the commander activated it and placed it on the desk so his employer could see the map of Ashland, Virginia. "According to our local law enforcement contacts there was a minor explosion at an RV park in this town. When police investigated there was no one on scene but witnesses described a man and his daughter had been residing in the RV. A subsequent interview using our personnel ID images confirmed that these two," he tapped on the tablet's screen and changed the image to show two pictures side by side, "Were the individuals in question." Westlake looked at the images for a few moments before frowning and looking up at his security head. "This man, who is he?" Barnes leaned over and swiped the screen, sending the existing images flying off the screen and replacing them with a page that had the man's ID photo at the upper lefthand corner of the screen with the remainder occupied by the individual's company file. "According to our records, this man's name is Charles Sinclair. He's a mechanical engineer responsible for the design, assembly, and operation of all of the non- scientific equipment in the lab, including the equipment used to conduct the actual experimentation." "So," Westlake said slowly as he processed this information, "this Sinclair worked rather closely with Blake did he?" "Yes sir," the commander confirmed and swiped over to a still image of the lab in question that showed Sinclair speaking with another slightly older man in Dockers, a yellow polo, and a lab coat. "The two collaborated extensively and Dr. Blake often credited Sinclair with some rather impressive designs to accommodate testing his theories." "Tell me Commander, did either of these men possess the computer skill to create a computer virus?" Barnes shook his head. "No sir. According to our background checks Dr. Blake was strictly a scientist specializing in human physiology and cognition." "English please Commander," Westlake requested tiredly. "He studied how the human body functioned, specializing in brain activity. Mr. Sinclair," he continued, "Only possessed a degree in mechanical engineering. However, I should note that this is official records only. If they had other pursuits that were off the record we would not have those in the file." "Get into his life Commander," the CEO ordered, "I want to know the last time that man took a piss, do you hear me?" "Yes sir," the man replied in a clipped fashion, "I have people already looking into it. I'll update you the moment we have more. Can I presume you wish to also be notified when the team reaches the target site?" "They have live feed body cams, correct? Then," he said when the security head nodded an affirmative, "I want a direct feed of their activity the moment they reach their target." "Understood sir, I'll have Mr. Wiseman patch it into your computer." With that he pivoted and strode from the room and Westlake had the distinct impression the man actually felt uncomfortable not saluting him. "This is going to be a long fucking night," the CEO muttered. Fredericksburg, Virginia It had been almost an hour since I'd turned onto I95 heading north from the RV park when the gas light on the car WiseCrack had appropriated for me came on and I had to leave the highway. Not wanting to risk running out of gas right in the middle of traffic I pulled into the first parking lot I saw, a closed public storage facility, and parked the car as far back away from the road as I could. With a little luck, no one would take notice of it in the morning and it would be a while before it would be discovered. I only hoped that I'd gotten far enough away that the police wouldn't think of looking for me here, if they even knew what I looked like. By that point it was well after midnight and I was both hungry and exhausted. Unfortunately, I had no ID and no money which meant I couldn't buy any food or a place to sleep for the night. Since I didn't want to stay with the car in case the police found it that meant I might very well have to find a place to hide and sleep in some bushes or something. The idea was not all that appealing to say the least but I was just starting to work myself up to doing it when I heard WiseCrack's voice quietly say from the car speakers, "Hey it's me." Regardless of how quietly he spoke, I was so keyed up and my nerves so completely on edge that I couldn't stop from jumping and letting out a small scream. "Sorry," I muttered once I'd calmed back down, "It's been a real shitty night." "It's okay," he reassured me. "I just got back online and see where you are. The good news is that there's no police coming for you right now." "What's the bad news?" I grumped, not really sure I wanted to actually hear it. "The police know what you look like. After interviewing your neighbors in the park they put together a sketch of what you and that guy pretending to be your father look like." "A sketch isn't much," I reasoned, "I've seen plenty of police sketches on T.V that look like a hundred different people...I think." Damn it was hard figuring out this memory thing. "You're right," he confirmed, "Except after the sketch was made and put into the police database they were contacted by Westlake Industries who was able to match your face as well as the man pretending to be your father's face to people within their company headquarters in Pennsylvania." "Westlake Industries. Why does that name sound so familiar?" I murmured to myself. "Because that's where you came from," WiseCrack answered quietly. "Huh?" I blinked. "Where I came from? What are you talking about?" "Look, I told you I'd explain as much as I could, and I will, but we need to get you away from this car and somewhere safe first. I've disabled the GPS that On Star can use to track it but that doesn't mean an officer driving by can't run the plate and see it's stolen. It's been reported stolen by the way." "Thanks a lot," I said snarkily. "So how do I get somewhere safe? I don't have any money and I look like...well honestly I look like a rape victim." I felt my stomach clench at the idea of how close I came to that being a fact. "Is there anything in the car that we can work with? Maybe the owners left behind a wallet or something?" "Let me look." Climbing across the seat I pulled open the glove box and rooted around through its contents. Unfortunately that only thing there was the owner's manual, an insurance card, and a receipt for an oil change last month. Bending myself almost in half I looked under the seats there but all I found were a few uneaten M&M's and I wasn't nearly desperate enough at that point to consider that a meal. I was about ready to check the trunk when my eye caught sight of the central arm rest. Though it wasn't very large, it did look like it contained a small storage space. Popping it open I sorted through several pieces of paper until I let out a small cry of triumph. "Found something?" my unseen friend asked. "It looks like a prepaid credit card," I said as I drew it out and held it up to the light cast by the parking lot lights. "I wonder if there's anything on it." "Give me the name of the company, the card number, expiration date, and that little three digit number on the back next to the signature bar." I rattled off the information to him and barely after the last number had departed my lips he said, "Fifty cents." "Shit," I moaned. "That doesn't do me any good." "Now there's the full two hundred." For a few seconds I could do nothing but blink stupidly out the windshield. "Wait, what?" "That card is a two hundred dollar one. I recredited the full amount back onto it." "You can do that?" I asked in amazement. Holy crap. After everything this guy did I was amazed he didn't just make himself filthy rich and go live in a secluded mansion somewhere. "The prepaid companies are easy, they don't have very good system security. The real credit card companies, now those are a major league bitch. I try not to screw with them if I can." "But this is a Visa," I thought out loud. "Only in name," he explained. "Basically the prepaid companies pay to allow their cards to use the same purchasing algorithm-" "Forget I asked," I said quickly. "Not that I asked in the first place. So I've got two hundred bucks, now what?" "Well you're only going to be able to drain that card once. I can't keep refilling it because that will get noticed by the card company and they can start tracking the purchases. Your best bet is to get a prepaid cell, some food, and a room for the night. We can figure out how to get you moving in the morning." "And where exactly am I going?" I asked suspiciously. There was a sigh over the speakers before he responded. "The only thing I can think of is to bring you to me. After that I'll consult with some friends of mine to see what the best course of action is." "And where are you?" "Reading Pennsylvania." "Pennsylvania," I mused to myself, thinking that sounded familiar. "Wait a second, that's where Westlake Industries is. That's where this...whatever it is, was done to me!" "Yeah, I know," he said, sounding chagrined, "I work in their IT department." "You work for them!" I screamed and started diving for the door. "Wait! Wait! Hold on! I'm working undercover!" I was already out the door at that point but his words brought me up short. "Undercover?" I asked quietly more to myself than to him. "Yeah," he said quickly, "I'd heard through the grapevine that they were doing some seriously illegal and sick shit and got a job there in IT so I could farm their computers since their core systems can't be accessed outside of the building." "Are you with the police?" I accused and once again prepared myself to run. "No," he assured me, "I'm just a guy that's damn good with computers. Once I got enough evidence on them I was going to send it to a friend of mine to give to his boss." "This friend and his boss, are they cops?" This time I heard a chuckle and there was something in that sound that made me feel a bit nervous. "Not even close, but they are on the side of angels. Look, I promise you I just want to help you. If you want I can help you break into a gun store and steal a pistol and some ammo so when you finally get here you can shoot me if I try to stab you in the back." The mention of backstabbing caused a familiar, faint warmth to pulse in my chest. Glancing down at my hand I willed a glowing energy knife to form in my hand. This is getting pretty easy to do, I thought with a with a wicked smile. "Don't bother," I told him as I slid back behind the wheel, "I don't need one." "All right," he said slowly with confusion in his voice. Obviously he'd forgotten about my power. "Anyway, there's a gas station one block over designed for truckers doing stopovers. They should have prepaid cells there. Get one and dial one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine- zero and hit send. That'll key me into its signal and I can reprogram it. How's your clothing?" Letting the energy knife vanish I looked down