Page 83 of The Not So Super Hero
“It was disappointing actually,” Law added, his lips pursing like a child who lost his favorite toy.
If they knew that, that means they ran tests while he was unconscious.His stomach lurched, nausea pouring over him.
“Well, sorry to disappoint,” Bailey grumbled, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor.
“Don’t worry, you’re not a complete disappointment, considering you are going to make excellent bait.”
Bailey figured as much.Why else would he still be alive?The thought of it was revolting, terrifying, frustrating, so much at once that it made him ill.What if Zane took the bait?What if he got hurt in the process?Bailey would never forgive himself if that happened.All he could do was hope that Zane got help from the others.Natalia, Nate, and Chris would never allow Zane to jump in headfirst.They would be there with him to help guide him through this dilemma.Hopefully, that was enough.
“If you want to get to Zane so badly, why didn’t you break in with Leona?”Bailey asked, meeting Blue Eyes’ familiar piercing gaze.“Were you scared you’d lose while fighting Zane head on?”
“Breaking into an underground facility heavily guarded with heroes and officers alike is no simple task.There is certainly no guarantee of success either.Why would someone like myself risk that when I have underlings whose lives are far less valuable than my own?”
That response spoke volumes.Anyone with half a brain knew the guy was bad news, and that bad news had Bailey in his grasp with no hope of escaping.Nothing was more frightening than that.
“What do you want?”Bailey asked.
Rebirth was never very open about their true intentions.All they did was cause chaos and destruction, but why?For what reasons?Why did they have Raiffel Academy?Why were they testing on children?And why were they so fixated on Zane?There were far too many questions.If Bailey had the chance to speak with these two bastards potentially in charge of operations, then maybe he could get some answers.Maybe he could survive to tell them.
“What do we want?”Law repeated, eyes wide with excitement.“We want everything.”
“Power, success, the world, all that villainous garbage,” Blue Eyes chuckled, although the cadence of his voice was sarcastic.“This world we live in with mutations being handed out like free candy.It’s pathetic.Only those who are worthy should have power.”
“And who decides who is worthy?”Bailey asked.
“Rebirth, of course.”
“And by Rebirth what you actually mean is you, right?”
“You’re smarter than you look.I’ll give you that.”
Implying that he thought Bailey was dumb, he wasn’t surprised to hear it.Mr.Ego-Maniac was full of himself.
“And how are you going to decide who is worthy?People are born with mutations.You can’t stop that from happening,” Bailey argued.
Law laughed, the noise echoing in the tiled room.An eerie sound that sounded joyful only to him, twisted and demented.Blue Eyes found amusement in it as well, leaning back into his chair with one leg crossed over the other like some damn king.
“No need for you to worry about that,” he said.
Bailey didn’t like the sounds of that, nor did he fully understand it.No one had cracked the code to mutations.While they pinpointed mutations in DNA to determine who possessed one, there was no telling what the mutation would be and definitely no way toget rid ofit.If Rebirth learned how to do that—Bailey was scared not only for himself but also for the world.
“There’s no way you can take away a person’s mutation.It’s not possible,” Bailey countered, looking at the still chuckling Law, then to Blue Eyes.
“And yet so many years ago, the human race thought it was impossible to evolve in the way that they have,” Blue Eyes argued.
“Is that why you’re fixated on Zane?You fear him, his mutation?You want him gone?”Bailey’s voice shook at the implications.If Zane lost his mutation, then how would he defend himself from Rebirth?If Zane didn’t have his mutation, Rebirth would surely kill him.
Zane’s name put a smile on the strangers’ face so blood curdling that Bailey’s breath hitched.The temperature of the room dropped.Even Law’s cackling silenced.Something about those blue eyes staring at Bailey made him completely freeze.
“What kind of father do you take me for?I would never kill my son,” Blue eyes said so flippantly that Bailey thought he heard wrong, but that was it—the familiarity.Those blue eyes were unmistakably Zane’s, or rather, Zane’s were just like his father’s.They had the same facial structure, the same height.It was all right there.
“It seems my dear boy has never mentioned me.I’m offended.Since my brat of a boy never told you about me, I better introduce myself.My name is Antoine Vixen.”
Vixen.That was the name Bailey saw in that strange dream.Was that possibly Zane’s memories?The situation didn’t call for a walk down memory lane, though.He had more important matters to attend to, like trying to stay alive.
“You treated your own son like some kind of experiment,” he whispered.He couldn’t wrap his head around a parent doing something so horrendous to their own child.Or maybe it was that Bailey didn’t want to think about everything Zane went through because of his father.
“Treated him like an experiment?”Antoine echoed, lips twitching into that sick smirk “Bailey, he was an experiment.Why else would I have a child?”
