“The point is, we’re past that now. Through a number of groundbreaking experiments, Dr. Gunther-Hagen helped me see my error—that it was the humanity of the mutants that was holding us back. The essential flaw that, if eliminated, would allow for a controlled population of indestructible guardians.”
Well, if that wasn’t a euphemism, I didn’t know what was.
“I hate to break it to you, but your murder-bots up there can die, just like everybody else.”
“They’re still a little buggy—Dylan in particular didn’t take well to the change—but with renewed supplies of DNA immortalis, we get closer every time. Closer to perfect.”
What?
I glanced around at the trays of test tubes. They were full of clear liquid, with what looked like cotton balls floating in them.
DNA immortalis—where have I heard that before?
Then I remembered an image I’d wanted to forget forever, of a body at the bottom of a cliff. Alarm bells started screaming inside my head.
“You made the Horsemen by splicing Fang’s genes?” I gaped at Jeb in horror as he shifted uncomfortably.
They killed Fang by using his own strength against him.
“Well, I don’t see any of your Horsemen now. You’re all alone in here.”
“I know it’s difficult to understand,” Jeb said quickly.
“Yes, it is,” I said as I walked toward Jeb. He flinched back against the counter, sending a tray of shiny medical instruments clattering to the floor. “Help me understand, Jeb.”
“It was never just work for me, Max,” he pleaded. “It was personal. I always wanted you kids to thrive, and thanks to Fang, now you truly can.”
“That won’t be happening.” I grabbed Jeb by the throat. He sputtered, clawing at my hands, but I was a hybrid and he wasn’t, and I was much stronger than he was. I squeezed tighter around his neck, concentrating on my fury. “I don’t want a Horseman bot with Fang’s DNA. I want Fang. And you killed him!”
Jeb’s face reddened, his eyes losing focus. His blood vessels darkened into purple webs, and I knew I couldn’t do it.
I hated Jeb more than anyone else. But I had loved him once, too, before all the betrayal. He had been like my father once upon a time, and he had saved me from a lab like this one and given me a home. Me and the flock. He’d taught me how to survive and made me feel important, and smart, and loved. For a while.
“There’s something wrong with you,” I s
aid, releasing my grip. Deep sobs were welling up in me, but I was too well trained as a fighter to give in to them. “There’s something seriously wrong with you.”
Jeb took a gasping inhale, then hunched over, wracked with violent coughs as he tried to suck in air. For a second, I almost felt bad for him.
Just for a second, though.
The next moment, I felt a white-hot jolt in my side. My teeth ground down hard and every muscle in my body clenched as an electric force pulsed waves of pain through my body.
“Certain safety precautions are required when dealing with large mammals in a lab setting,” Jeb explained.
When he withdrew the Taser, I crumpled to the floor.
My legs dangled as Jeb gathered me into his arms. I wasn’t paralyzed—I still had a bit of feeling in my arms—but I couldn’t get enough control of my floppy limbs to bash his head in.
“You’re out of date, Max,” Jeb said, strapping me onto a gurney. My right hand twitched with a bit more purpose this time, my knuckles curling into a claw, but Jeb batted it away with ease as he tapped for a vein.
“Time for an upgrade.” He sat on the stool, flicked his fingers against the syringe, and leaned close, ready to drive it home.
No! my mind shrieked. Stop!
“Some of us do just fine the way we are,” a prep school voice laced with steel said from the doorway.
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