Michael Vey Fanfic: Hatch's Daughter

Typical Family

"Hey dad." I said. "There you are Lynn." Dad said. Dad was talking on the phone with his boss, Chairman Schema. "There has been a... hitch." Dad said, choosing a word carefully. He leaned back in the leather seat of his private jet. "The transition from our Pasadena facility didn't go as smoothly as we planned." "What kind of 'hitch'?" "We had a revolt." "A revolt? By who?" "Michael Vey. And the GPs." "Did any of them escape?" "All of them." A voice exploded from the other side of the phone. "How did that come about?" "The Vey boy was more powerful than we thought." "They Vey boy escaped?" Dad hesitated. "Not just Vey. We lost seven of the Glows." The Chairman unleashed another string of profanities. "This is a disaster!" "It's a setback," Dad said. "One that will quickly be remedied. We know exactly where they are, and we're gathering up the GPs as we speak. We've already recaptured all but three of them." "What if they've talked?" "No one would believe them if they did. After what we've put them through, most of them are babbling idiots." "We can't take that chance. Find them all. Where are the electric children?" "We've been tracking their movements. They're still together and driving to Idaho. We have a team in place ready to take them." "Why should I believe you'll be successful this time?" "This time we know what we're dealing with. And we have a few suprises they won't be expecting. Schema said. "Give it until morning," Dad said. "The picture will be different. Besides, everything is on schedual." "And I expect you to keep it that way." Schema paused, then said, "I think it's time you released Vey's mother." "That would be a mistake. She's our only guarantee that Vey won't just disappear again, and he may be the answer to our problems and the rest of the Glows will be back in our custody." "You had better be right." Schema said. "You have my guarantee," Dad said. "Vey will be back in our hands before the day's out."

"What was that about?" I asked dad. "Just work." Dad said. He glanced over at Nichelle. "What's this traitor doing here?" He asked. "I brought her with me-dad she's not a traitor." I said. Dad looked at me then back at Nichelle. "No. Throw her off board." Nichelle's eyes widened in fear. "Please no! Sir!" "When we get to our destination, release her into the real world." Dad said to the guard, walking away from us. "Thanks." Nichelle said. I smiled. "Don't mention it. As soon as we get the missing piece to the machine, I'll be able to make as many electric youths as I want that don't have a mind of their own. Litterally-" "Yeah yeah, I know. Everything you make is under your power. You don't have to remind me over and over. I was defeated by Vey, I didn't get amnesia." She joked. "Wait.." I said. "What?" "Where's Grace?" "I think she's with... oh no..." I hung my head. "Grace must've used her powers to save the files on the computer. Now that she's with Vey, he has those files." I said. "Don't worry. They won't find anything. You know for a fact on how many Starxource plants we have. They'll never find his mother." I paused. "Something wrong?" "I told him where his mother was." Then I stopped worrying. "If he was to look at the files, he either forgot or doesn't have a way there. We didn't have anything secret in there. It might even take days to have Grace imput all of that information." I said calmly.

After a few days of doing some help with planning with my dad, dad said that he was going to a meeting to see the board so that meant I had to do some work on my own. But until then, we were stuck on a boring superyacht that had a helipad, two current-jetted swimming pools, and an art gallery that included van Gophs, three Escher lithographs, and a Rembrandt (the chairman had a pendant for Dutch artists). There were luxury suites for eighteen and an exclusive dining room with crystal chandeliers and scarlet wool carpet interwoven with twenty-four-karat gold thread. The yacht also featured some less luxuriant but interesting add-ons, including radar, sonar, and surface-to-air missiles. "I hate boats," Dad said, wiping his forehead with a gold-monogrammed handkerchief. To be fair, it was only a $450 million vessel. Dad really hated seasickness, and although he understood the necessity of moving the Elgen corporate headquarters to international waters, he would have preffered the ship to remain docked in some obscure bay off the coast of Africa or the Philippines. Two other youths were seated next to him in the waiting room and looked at him with sympathy. "Would you like me to help?" Tara asked, tapping her temple. "I could make you feel better." Dad shook his head. "No, I've got to keep my wits about me. I'm sensing trouble." "How long will we be here?" Torstyn asked, his hand extended toward the hundred-gallon saltwater aquarium built into the wall in front of him. "Only as long as we need to be," Dad said. "Stop it!" Tara said. "Stop what?" Torstyn asked, grinning. "You know what. You killed the fish." Torstyn had boiled the water in the aquarium from fifteen feet away. Two exotic angelfish were now floating on the top of the water. "They're just fish," Torstyn said. "Same thing you ate last night." "Actually," Dad cut in. "They were rare peppermint angelfish, found only in the waters of Rarotonga, in the South Pacific. I gave them to the chairman a gift last year. They run about twenty-five thousand dollars apiece." Torstyn frowned. "Sorry, sir." "Ask next time." "Yes, sir." Dad looked at him coolly, then asked, "How long it take you?" "About forty seconds." "Good. I want you to get it down to twenty." "Yes, sir." "Then ten." "Yes, sir." Dad nodded. "At ten you'll be unstoppable." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Dad went back to his e-reader. He'd been reading a book on mind control written in the late fifties by William Sargant, a British psychiatrist. He had already read the book several times. He was fascinated with the subject and had studied all aspects of mind control from hypnosis to suicide cults. A slender, well-dressed woman in her midthirties walked into the waiting room. "Excuse me, Dr. Hatch?" Dad looked up. "The board is ready to see you now." Dad stood, tossing his reader on the sofa cushion next to Tara. "I'll be right back." Dad said to us. "Do you want us to come with you?" Torstyn asked. "No, you're not invited." He walked to the confrence froom door, then turned back. "But stay alert." The two said almost in unison. Dad straightened his tie, then walked into the conference room. Tara and Torstyn sat down next to me, guarding me. "Do you guys have to do that?" I asked annoyed. "What do you mean?" Tara asked. "Guarding me. It's annoying. I can handle myself." "Sorry." Torstyn said, standing down. I duplicated all of the information that dad has read from his books. I even went up to his library and used my powers to go through all of it. Even the Library of Congress, which meant I didn't have anything to read or do. I just played with my powers for a while. "So much for rare." I said, creating a real peppermint angelfish. I put it in a bubble of water I made. "Torstyn, I think it's time to practice." I said. "With pleasure." He smirked. He raised his hand. "Wait." I said. He paused. "What?" "Tara, time him." I said. "K." She said. Torstn lifted his hand again, pointing at the fish. "1...2...3....4...5...6....7...8...9...10...11...12....13...14...15...16..17..18...19....20....21...22....23-" Tara counted off. The water was boiling. Since the water was in mid-air, it didn't hurt... even though it wouldn't hurt anyways because of McKenna's power I replicated. "24... 25.." Tara continued. The fish started to float up at the top of my bubble. "Eww!" Tara said. "25 seconds." I said. Nodding in approval. "Keep working, we have to get you down to 20. Five seconds faster and you'd reach your 20-second goal." I said. "Wanna play rock-paper-scissors?" I asked. "Aren't we too old for that?" Tara asked. "No one's too old for rock-paper-scissors. Plus, I'm just bored." I said. Tara shrugged and we started playing. "Hah! I win! 5 best 2-out-of-3's won vs 0!" I said. Tara rolled her eyes. "Cheater." "What?" I said innocently. "You used Taylor's power." Tara folded her arms. With a fake-annoyed face. "That reminds me, don't tell Taylor that we know. Until the time's right. The less that they know on what we know the better." Tara tried figuring out what I just said. "Sorry, that's a hard sentence to understand. It's like saying, 'I am not, not a negative, non girl. I am a non girl." I said. "Wow, I don't even know what I said." I laughed. "Can I have something else to practice with?" Torstyn asked. I made a giant floating water ball infront of him. "Evaporate this." I said. It took him exactly 21 seconds for him to evaporate the water. "2 seconds better than your last high score." I checked my watch. "Nice." I said. "Watch this." I made a water bubble the exact same size I gave Torstyn and levitated it infront of me. "Tara, time me." She nodded. "Now! 1..2.- wow." Tara said, looking at mid air. There was none left. It made a small humid spot. "Show off." Torstyn joked. "What do you think they're doing in there?" Tara asked. "Beats me. I just hope it won't take long." I said. I sighed in boredom. "Waiting in boring waiting rooms always gives me a headache." I said. "Want me to help?" Tara asked. "Sure, but you think that happy thoughts will stop boredom?" I asked. "Possibly." Tara said. She cocked her head. A sudden wave of happiness and best memories rushed through my mind. "Ok, I take it back, this is the best." I said, putting my hands behind my head. "Did my dad ground you from something yet?" I asked. "Only for helping Taylor. Why?" "What did he ground you from?" I asked. "He told me that I needed to write an apology to him. Write, 'I'm sorry Dr. Hatch.' 100 times." Tara said. I used my power and created a paper that had Tara's handwriting saying, "I'm sorry Dr. Hatch." repeated 100 times. "I thought you could only make water." Tara curiously. "Yeah, but trees are made of/need water. Trees are turned into paper. Then the whole package comes. As long as water has to do with the object, which is pretty much everything I can make. I can make guns and human stuff like that too." I said. "But guns need electric pulses. So do humans.. sort of. I know that they have something to do with water, like everything, but how do you get them to work?" Tara asked. Yes, rocks barely have any or don't have any water, but things that affect it's geography needs water. Also the air's water and many things have oxygen. "Well, the electricity that I can make out of no where, like I can with water, helps that out." "So you can make anything?" Tara asked. "Yeah." "Why not make the missing puzzle piece?" "Because I can only make things that I've seen or heard of. Out of my own imagination, I mean." "Then imagine the missing puzzle piece." "The missing puzzle piece needs to actually work. A titan dog can work because I know most of its parts. The missing puzzle piece is a mystery to me. Once I have that antidote, I can make complete electric children that have no mind of their own, like robots, and they'll be on our sides nomatter what." I explained. "You have a mind just like your dad." Torstyn said. "Thanks, but I just read them in my spare time. You know, when my video game limit is over and I've already worked out. I have a LOT of spare time you know." I said. "True." Tara said. Just then, dad stepped outside. Tara and Torstyn stood to attention. "So, how'd it go dad?" I was about to say. But as soon as my mouth opened, dad lifted his hand to silence me. "They're voting on our future." Dad said, sitting down on the couch. Nothing was said. Less than a minute later, the door opened. "Dr. Hatch, you may come in now." Dad walked back into the conference room. "What're they saying?" Tara whispered to me. I used Taylor's mind reading and Ian's vision at the same time. "We got more time." I said. We all high-fived. Dad immediatly walked out of the meeting room. "Come on, we're leaving." "Where are we going?" Torstyn asked. "To Rome to gather the others. Then we're headed back to Peru." Within minutes, all of us were hovering over the Tyrrhenian Sea on the flight back to Rome. "What did they say, sir?" "They want to dismantle the NSG program." We looked at eachother. "What?" Torstyn asked. "How come?" "What about us?" Tara asked. "I'll tell you on the plane," dad said. He glanced down at his satellite phone. "No! No! No!" Dad shouted. He pressed a button on his phone. "Get me Dr. Jung immediatly." "What is it?" Tara asked. "Tanner just tried to kill himself."