Jack Trevelyan is a kid with problems. One, he can't remember his past. Two, he has another, different personality in his subconscious. Three, he's on the run from the most powerful organisation, known as the Network. And now, he has to run, gun, kill, blackmail and do whatever he has to do to destroy the Network. Oh, and Four; he's decided to fall in love with a girl. One that has a few secrets of her own. The question is, can Jack and the girl survive as they cross the continents, with one of the most powerful assassins on their tail, and the voice in Jack's head?


6. Origins

"I'm sure you were asleep a few minutes ago, Jack." Lauren declared as she roared off, away from the cars and drivers.


"I wasn't," he replied breezily, "He was. I just kept my eyes closed to make sure that the light didn't disturb him too much. I was fully aware, of course, of what was happening, and when he got in on the action, he was so angry with me for booting up the Suppressor, and he tells me to never, ever to use it again, or he will take it upon himself to throw us both off of a very tall building. And, to be honest, let's never, ever try doing that experiment. Now, then, I think we need to get our plane. I guess that we can't actually get to the airport without being fired at by those charming people?"


Carrie looked at Lauren, who suddenly took a junction off the road, and Jack flew across the back of the car, swearing.


"Actually, there is something we can do. I can make sure that they follow the tickets on the plane so they can chase their own tail for a while. Luckily, we have some reserved tickets, thanks to some friends in a high place. They booked us to head into deep Canada. But the thing is," Lauren peered into the rear view mirror, "You know where that leaves us. And, to be honest, I don't want to go there. But, if its the only way to save our lives, then we must allow our own judgement to be clouded, albeit briefly. Maybe we can stay out of their sector, but if they force our hands, we must be forced into their area of control. Now, I will say it once again; we can either try and getting on the plane we originally set out to do, or we take the Canadian plane. It's your choice, whether you like it or not. So, what's it to be, Jack?"


Carrie said how she liked to visit Canada, and Jack, with a heavy heart, reluctantly agreed to it. The other stirred, and then asked him if it was wise to do such a thing. Jack nodded, and told him that Canada would be the best possible way in order to escape; staying so near the Network that they were unaware of the intruders right near their heart. But, unless there was another, even better idea, he had no choice but to accept the terms set out. So, he thought to himself. It was time to go back to where his origins resided. Where the other came from; where it all began.




Jack had never liked confined spaces. Living in the most confined conditions anyone could experience (The Coffin Box was a particular torture that scared him), he had always been wary of them. Some might call him an unconfirmed claustrophobic, but he always saw himself as curable. Something else he didn't like was many people. When he was in the Network, they always had a role call in the morning and afternoon. They lined all the subjects, about a thousand of them, into ten groups of a hundred, and forced them to listen to the special propaganda they reserved for them. But, more often than not, the regimented form would devolve into pure, unbridled carnage. He always seemed to be set among the largest of the boys, and they would frequently pick on him, trying to punch him and attack him. But the other always, and with deadly accuracy, intervened, and then they were laid out cold. Luckily, he had not seen them for a long time, and hopefully, most of them had been killed off for science. Some, however, might have clung on for life.


He reclined in his seat, and the other sighed, before falling asleep. Carrie was on one side, Lauren was on the other, and then, Lauren dropped off, exhausted by the chase. She had abandoned the car, and, with the clinical accuracy that she had always possessed, proceeded to effectively sterilize the entire car, even the parts that many people did not know could possibly hold DNA. After that, she had buried the equipment, and they had arrived at the airport. Her contacts had also exceeded themselves, and they had been provided with four cases, full of clothes and other, as the contact defined them, as "Quintessential necessities for the journey,and for the travels and adventure they would inevitably get in to." 


"So," Carrie asked, sure Lauren was asleep, "What exactly happened to you? You know, with the other?"


Jack looked at her, and he smiled with a slight twitch.


"I was staying with family, in Canada," he told her quietly, "We were skiing, one day, when I lost my footing, and went over the edge of a cliff. When I landed, the thump I caused created an avalanche. Aside from me, there were no survivors. I was alone in the quiet chill. But they were there, waiting for me, watching me. As I tried to get back, I was grabbed, and bundled into the back of a van.Lauren was there, and she injected me, knocked me out. When I came to, I was in a white, blank room. I thought I was alone, so I stood up. That was when it all began. I was experimented on, bullied, and bombarded with propaganda. They thought they could break me, but the other stood in their way. So, they drugged him. But he gave me the spark I needed in order to survive. So, I ran, with Lauren, and here we are. This was all three months ago, but I always think it was ages ago, not three months. I mean, there are still things I don't know what I can do. The other increases my agility and speed, as well as being lethal in a fight. But, there's my half, too. I can hack devices, talk with computers, and goodness knows what else. And then, there's the darkness."


"And that is?"


"The darkness is a third setting, I think. I have no idea what it does, but I only did it once. It was terrible; I thought I died, it was so bad. Lauren showed me the data from the experiment. Let's put it like this; have you ever read about possessed people making things move? Well, that's what happened. Things moved, and it wasn't just a few centimeters, either. It hurtled around, and I managed to hit quite a few people in process, too. But, the thing is, the Network didn't think it through. They can install things, but they can't remove it. Instead, they wired the other up so that he stopped the darkness. Neurology department; messing with the brain, yet they can't fix their own mistakes. It's funny, when I think about it. Still, it gives me a trick. Because I was supposed to be controlling the objects that I was moving, they updated a little part of my brain so that I could see speeding objects, and calculate what speed they're going at. Physics is part of me, as is technology. Lauren got it worse than me, though," he looked towards her, "Her vital organs were scooped out, and replaced with artificial models. Her eyes had bits of technology stuck in them, and she basically became a cyborg. The only problem was they didn't do a very clean job with it. I saw the scars, and, believe me, they aren't pretty. She tells me I'm lucky, but I don't think I am too lucky. I would happily bear her scars, instead of having him in my head."


"But surely having someone who keeps you alive is--" Carrie started to reply, when his eyes became bronze, "Wait a second. Oh, God no. They're here. On the plane. The Network have found us. Oh, no, that's impossible. We can't hide. We're screwed. Oh, no, this is--this is really bad. What can we do? Oh, I know. We mustn't panic. Hold on to something, love: I'm about to do something ludicrous. Lauren," he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Boot up your defense protocol, right now, Lauren. Please, I need you."


A sudden shout went up as two men barreled in, and attacked the stewards. They then shouted over the panicking passengers, when Lauren's eyes suddenly snapped open. Something unfolded over her eye, and she smiled sickly at the two of them. She whispered in a low voice, and then suddenly catapulted over the seats, crashing into the men. She snarled as she knocked the two men out, and then proceeded to slam their heads against the floor. The passengers watched in a shocked silence, and Jack yelled for her to stop. She stood up stiffly, and produced two cards, which she tossed to him as she sat back down. Jack studied them, and then nodded.


"Right," he muttered, "Now we have a way out just in case."

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