With Wi and Ryan baking...cookies? In the background, Justin pulled up a chair, resting his knees on the edge of the table as he flipped through it.

    "I haven't had that much time to flip through it, but the first few pages date back about ten years ago, and the last few pages are blank." He explained. "And on the inside cover there's a number ten."

    "Well there's no way that's his tenth dairy is it?" Dylan asked. "I mean the guy looks twenty."

    "He's immortal." Will explained. "Or at least has been alive for a very long time."

    I did the math, it was the one thing I was good at. "If one diary lasts about ten years he's one, really bad at writing dairies, and two, really stinkin old."

    "Tyler has a point." Icie rolled her eyes.

    "Does it say anything useful?" Sabine asked, peering over his shoulder.

    I waited for him to make some clever icky romantic comment but Justin had stopped talking for a moment. His eyes were scanning the pages as he flipped through Worthington's diary. I didn't really want to read it because I hated Worthington's guts, and uh, I'm not the best reader. It's what happened if you were taken into the Lab early, of grew up in a no-name circus like me, you don't get the best education. Puzzles, like card games or strategic (money-winning) games though came easy to me and I definitely didn't starve if you know what I mean.

    "Oh," Justin said finally, he frowned. "Listen to this. Today Lucy asked me out on a date and I had a nice dinner with her. She's really sweet, but I don't want to get attached because I'll just outlive her like all the rest of them. I hate working for the L.A.B. I wish I had died when I was supposed to, instead of being stuck working for the evil witch."

    "Who's the evil witch?' Sabine asked.

    "He and Lucy are going out?" Genny asked, raising her eyebrows.

    "Didn't we run into them on a date?" Will inquired. "At the candy shop?"

    "That was a date?" I stressed the last word, I was pretty sure Worthington was incapable of feeling emotion whether or not it was with the double-crossing red head.

    "You guys went to a candy shop?" Genny asked, pouting slightly, her short blonder hair falling in her face.

    Will brushed it away. "Well I would have taken you but that was back when we were still looking for you guys. I was showing them around downtown L.A. And Tyler happened to mention-"

    "I think we're getting off topic." Mr. Wales said from the back, still trying really hard to let us do our own thing, even though he had an amused look on is face.

    "Is anyone else feel like they stopped contributing to this conversation a long time ago?" Dylan asked, his voice was quiet, to those of us who were still paying attention. He looked slightly frustrated now that received a closer look. Icie patted him on the head, and his frown twitched a bit.

    I raised my hand. "I don't care about Worthington's love life, can we please continue on with is there anything useful in that book or is it trash?"

    "He repeats this hatred for some women." Sabine shrugged. "Her name is never mentioned."

    "Wait!" Justin slammed his hand down on the table, making everyone with sensative hearing have a mini-heart attack. "I've found something, from just a few months ago."

    "I can barely contain my excitement, they're working on something new, something that can control the mutations and possibly get rid of them entirely. That means I can finally be free to just live my life, maybe even get married and have kids! I've always wanted a son who I can play catch with-"

    I interrupted Justin. "Ugh, please skip the fake mushy mushy."

    Out of the corner of my eye I saw Icie glance at me.

    "You seem awful negative." She mumbled quietly.

    Since 99.9 percent of the all the "Modified Humans" in the room had enhanced senses, I heard that. I turned towards her slowly.

    "Worthington is a cold and emotionless monster, with a hunchbacked. He's only good at taking order and that's what he does, without mercy." My hand rested on my jacket pocket where the puzzle cube was, nothing could quite set me off like Worthingotn could.

    Icie flinched, there was something else behind her eyes, untold memories. Probably the same the rest of us had. Dylan, as un intimidating as he was, was obviously uncomfortable with me showing Icie just how cruel this man was.

    "Hey now-" He started, his voice had shook a bit.

    "I'm only telling the truth." I spat softly.

    Dylan's face fell and he looked down, not saying a word. I felt a bit back because I didn't expect him to just obey me like that. It almost seemed practiced.

    "Tyler, do you need a moment?" Will raised a blonde eyebrow at me.

    Now I felt very guilty, and Dylan still hadn't looked up "Uh, yeah sorry. I'm sorry-"

    There was suddenly a loud crash from behind us, where Wi and Ryan had been baking those cookies. Wi was standing in shock staring at a wall with his hands out as if he had been holding something. Ryan was gathering up cookies and telling the sweet little circles that they were going to be okay.

    "Turn on the tv." Wi said, his voice croaking slightly.

    "Wha-" Justin started.

    "Please." He begged, pulling of his oven mits and heading into the living room.

    I had heard stories from Justin and other people about Wi's strange power, and that no one really knew what it was. All I knew right now is that he had just dropped a tray of cookies and was demanding we turned on the television. Now there were two tv's in all of Gifted that weren't being used for educational purposes, one was in the living room and you had to constantly battle with other people to watch something, and the other was supposedly in Mr. Wales' room. Except no one had exactly been in Mr. Wales' room, there were rumors floating around (spread by Justin) about what is was like but no one actually knew.

    I followed along the outskirts as Wi whipped off his poofy white chef's hat and fast-walked into the living room. The rest of the team tagged along behind as I dropped back trying to seem cool but at the same time wondering what the heck Wi was getting onto. I also stayed behind long enough so that that Dylan could catch up without seeming slow.

    When I stepped into the room Mr. Wales had enforced a brief halt to the remote control squabbling to tend to Wi's request. It was probably because the older teen seemed so serious. Wi took a few milliseconds to find what channel he wanted, he was kinda scary like that, then all a sudden we were staring at the news. It wasn't like a small news station, it was a big one, like the kind that millions and millions of people watched.

    I felt my heart drop and start splashing around in the kiddie pool that was now my queasy stomach.

The camera looked like it was from the view of a helicopter. It slowly zoomed in on a patch of smoke that grew larger and larger until I was looking at the side of a burning building. I completely forgot to listen to what the reporter was saying but her words only made me feel more guilty.

"-It was unclear what exactly happened today at Gilligan Industries but it appears the building was attacked by a small group of people. There were no casualties, but several workers have come in with third degree burns. We're getting reports that it was a group of teenagers, as unlikely as it sounds but other footage says otherwise..."

The camera jumped down to a handheld one on the ground where several fire engines where spraying forth the powerful jet a crystalline water into the flames. Then all of a sudden people were runnng and I winced as I saw myself leapt out of the smoke periodically only to be pushed back into the flames when a sudden barrages of camera lights flashed in my face. Well, that explains that one foggy memory. I was less worried about the building and wondered in Anne Marie had made it out okay. The reporter lady had said no one died, so I guess I could only hope.

"-several online posts are trying to connect this to the Bird Man stunt a year before, where a figure was seen flying through the sky in the downtown LA area-"

Then an image of Will suddenly flashed on the screen. I glanced toward him, along with several other people. He waved it off, shrugging.

"Long story." He explained.

"The creators and co-owners of Gilligan Industries, Poppy and Ferard Gilliagan were interviewed on the matter and we got some very surprising answers pertaining to the future of Gilligan Industries."

A video of a man with slick black hair and a woman with long white hair popped up onto the screen.

    "Could you possibly shed some light on the situation surrounding the attack on your company?" The reporter asked, promptly shoving a microphone into the couple's faces.

    Mrs. Gilligan smiled and stared right into the camera. I didn't like it because it looked like she was staring at me, and I don't like her.

    "It's quite simple really, they aren't idiots. The mutants were after the cure." She said, and grinned spitefully.

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