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[xxx poisonedgeekie]

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Do not post either; not until I am done at least, then I may open the thread for comments.

[xxx poisonedgeekie]

The mislead
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx﹙ they took away the thing I cherish the most; so I will take what they cherish most ﹚

written by, me ( xxx poisonedgeekie & psychotic midds)xxxxxxxxxx

[xxx poisonedgeekie]

Chapter one
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Date: 3/ 20/ 91

My closest friend,




You will never guess what happened today, I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around everything. It was all going so perfectly, the genes that I had extracted from our friend Brian had morphed and changed into eight individual strands. I had hoped that I would have the time to research the genes so that I knew of which gifts they possessed, however before I could even finish my morning coffee the door of my lab was busted down. From the office in the back I could hear voices screaming at our associates whom have stood beside me and have helped me create such miraculous achievements in science; that they were under arrest for researching genes without a written permit by the mayor. How did the FBI even know that? The only person I even told that I had not gotten permission for my studies besides you was Tristan, and he wouldn't sell me out would he? I am not so sure what to believe anymore after today.

Now, no need to worry my friend; the government did not win this round. Though they were close, oh so close, that I had thought they were going to catch me for sure. While the team in front cuffed and took our associates away, they began to search the lab for my creation, and I could hear them breaking apart everything they had come into contact with. I stuffed whatever vials I could into a silver chest, moving quickly accidentally dropping four of the vials on the ground, and watched in horror as the vials exploded on the ground splattering the genes everywhere. Oh, the horror, my precious creations destroyed! And I had no time at that moment to try to save them; I had to get out of there, I could hear the search party getting closer to my office, and the emergency exit was at the end of the hall. Stuffing the case with the four vials that I had left, I took off out of my room, heading down the hall in the direction of the exit.

"FBI, Freeze!" A voice called from behind me, I don't know why I looked back, an involuntary movement perhaps that forced me to do as I was told. The clean cut brunette, FBI agent with a name tag that read
Sawyer O' Connor "You're under arrest Elliot Killian, hand over the genes and turn yourself in!" Can you believe that guy? Actually demanding me around as if he had more power then I. Ugh, I can't wait to get my hands on him. I made a break for the door, slamming it open at the same time the agent fired his weapon; the bullet entered through the back of my knee cap. I cannot begin to explain the excruciating pain that I felt, and I cannot lie that I screamed in pain; but continued to push myself forward to my vehicle. It amazes even me that I had made it to my vehicle, and had pulled out of the driveway in perfect time before the agent could even catch up to me.

I couldn't go home, I suspected that they would be waiting for me there, and I am glad that I never leave you lying around for someone else to find. So what did I do to lose them? Well you see, I left that state behind and drove as far as I could get before running out of gas in a small town in Montana. Ever since I arrived, I checked myself in at a cheap motel, and turned on the news to find out any information I could about what had happened behind the scenes of the attack on my lab. I got to tell you, my friend it takes forever for the news to show the story you want, and when they finally show the broadcast, it's nearly not enough information. Apparently, an anonymous source had clued the mayor onto what I was doing, and allowed the judge to give the FBI the permission they needed to come busting down the door. Of course they said that they did not succeed in possessing the genes that I had created, but they assumed they were all destroyed because of the broken vials they had found on my office floor.

They told of my escape, and even of my gunshot wound to the kneecap, so I had no other choice but to find my own means of taking care of the wound. I tell you what, it wasn't easy to dig out the bullet alone, or even wrap up my leg. I fear that it will never heal correctly.

As much as I hate to admit that I am starting to buy the idea that Tristan was the one to throw me under the bus, it is the only logical conclusion. He was acting strange for a long time, and was always trying to get me to give up on the research. Tristan always thought that it was morally wrong that I created the gene that would give ordinary people, extraordinary powers. I thought he was jealous, but now I see, I see that he was plotting against me. Come to think of it, he hadn't come into work either. How long do you think Tristan was plotting against me? Are you truly the only thing I can trust in this world?

No matter, my friend, no matter. I know I can always trust you. Which is why I am willing to tell you that I will get my revenge on them! On the mayor, Nathan Price, the judge Ethan Briggs, my once best friend Tristan Main, and that FBI agent, Sawyer O' Connor!

I am not sure how I will do it just yet, but when I do come up with a plan. You my friend will be the first to know, but for now, I must sleep, I am so tired. I pray that the pain from my knee doesn't keep me awake…













Till the next time my friend,
Elliot Killian.

[xxx poisonedgeekie]

Chapter Two
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Date: 3 / 20 / 06

My closest friend,




It has been too long my friend since I last spoke with you, oh the wonderful news I have too!
First, I must fill you in on what you have missed. My knee was giving me a lot of problems, and I could not sleep for s**t. So I took a risk to go out in public, and checked myself into a hospital. I know, I know that sounds crazy, but my friend you don't know crazy just yet. To my surprise (and I would imagine it will be a surprise for you too) no one knew who I was, this little town that I had managed to stumble into was one of them old fashioned places that would not let their lives be wasted by watching television. Do I hear you laughing my friend? Because, I will be honest, I chuckled to myself too. But, all kidding aside it was true, not even my hospital room had a TV; it had a radio though, but it was some local channel playing only music and news of the town concerns, and not the world's concerns.

I love this place! They were kind enough to help me get on my feet in this forgotten town, both literally and figuratively. I learned this was a place where all the criminals had been sent into exile, and that they too had the thirst for revenge on those who had taken something that they loved from them. So, after they helped me with my knee, and got me into a better place, I told them; I can't explain why I felt the need for them to know. I had no money, and after the kindness they showed me, and the stories they shared. I just felt it was the right thing to do, and you want to know something, my dear friend? They did not turn me in, and obviously I am still alive. They said they would help me get my revenge on the four men that had dared to destroy my most precious possessions. How? You must be wondering… well my dear friend that is what I have come to tell you about!

They said they would bring me the sons of the judge, the mayor, my once best friend, and even the son of the FBI agent. Just track them down and scoop them right off the streets as a GIFT to me! Isn't that nice of them? The ones who hadn't gone along on the job, told me about the old gold mines that had been here when they had arrived, and suggested that it would be easy to make it into a place where I could still do my research with my boys (they no longer referred to them as the boys; they were mine!) and be sure that no unexpected visitors would barge through the doors this time. No I, Professor Elliot Benjamin Killian would be the one to bust down their doors and destroyed what was most precious to them. Not by only taking their sons but turning them into my weapons, my sons and have them rip their fathers apart for me.

I wanted to start to research the four men, see what dirty little things I could dig up on them and twist it to use it against the boys. You see, my dearest closest friend I have gathered this information and more....But Shouldn't I first tell you about the mine? We don't want to be rushing ahead of yourself, though it is quite thrilling to be perfectly honest with you.

Now, it took quite a bit of work to clear out the old mine that I had chosen. Located outside of the town about twenty or so miles out, where you find yourself surrounded by high walls of rock, entering the quarry you will find the mine tucked away on the western side of the cliff. The first day I had gone out there the entrance had been sealed off by planks of wood, which was not all that hard to get through. It was cool inside and smelt of wet gravel, as we walked onto the crank operated elevator and slowly but surely; with the old crank creaking we reached the first floor of the mine. I will be perfectly honest with you my friend, I had no idea that mines had more than one are. My entire life I had thought it was just one simple tunnel. But, oh no my friend! Tunnels went everywhere, leading to all sorts of rooms that were filled with old mining supplies and even some gold that had been mysteriously left behind.

Perhaps they had ran out of room, or time? I was very unsure of the safety of the mine my dear friend, I fretted that me or my boys would be in danger in case anything decided to just...cave in. It would not do! But oh my friend it did work; after clearing out the entire mine, we got into transforming the mine into a perfect environment for my new family. It took a lot of time, and a pretty penny but my friend we were successful; the date had been November 15th, 2000 usually in the November days the rain is pouring or the wind is freezing you to your bones; but it was a nice day, a bit cold but it wasn't anything to complain about. It was a day of celebration.....


Now then, my dear friend, now this is what you have been waiting for; the information about the four men and their sons that I have managed to gather. Let's start with the eldest shall we?

Simon Ian Briggs; the son of Ethan Briggs was born to Judy Briggs on a windy Saturday Afternoon on April 12, 1988. The pregnancy had been healthy and normal; the labor long and unending, by the sounds of the announcement they had published in the paper. That makes him nineteen now, nineteen he's already going to be a man....he would be the hardest to turn; I just know it my friend, call it an instinct or even a special sense...like the sixth sense...that stuff can actually happen you know? Oh sorry, I am getting off track, anyway....Ethan, Simon's father is one of those overly righteous pompous pricks that like things to go exactly the way he wants it. No objections, pardon the pun. He was one of those infamous lawyers that everyone came to put a nasty criminal's away, and scientists who were pushing the bounds of research; such as me. Ethan even went so far to enroll Simon into a private school, and I began to wonder if he could have possibly needed a driver for Simon, and made a note to my assistant Nancy to contact Bradley straight away and tell him that I wanted him to find a way inside.

As for Ethan's wife Judy; she was tired of being held second best, and left him according to the gossip papers, it seemed that he kept a very strict home life, and Simon was expected to be his legacy. But not if I could stop it......Well, first I had to wait for Bradley to get inside and find the opportunity to strike. I just got word this morning that he had accomplished the task and was bringing Simon to me straight away. I haven't heard from him sense, but I have no doubt that Bradley will bring him soon enough. Until then, shall we move on to the second eldest of my boys?

Maximilian Adam Price; the son of Nathan Price was born to Amanda Price on a nice sunny day on June 15th, 1980. It seems that during the time of the pregnancy Amanda had suffered through a very hard time with herself, according to reports she had tried to abort the baby, and even tried killing herself in order to do it once. I wondered what it was for the now 18 your old boy to know that his own mother had not wanted him, much like my own mother had not wanted me. This, this was something I could use. Max had been born a preemie, and his mother died during child birth leaving Max and Nathan alone, not as if that had done any damage to them. It was Nathan's job to raise and care for the boy on his lonesome, and I suppose he has been. However, I also know that the duties of being a mayor keep him busy and away from home so often that he really didn't spend that much time with Max.

Hell, Nathan got his head so far up his a** he actually has the boy home schooled, how do I know this all? Well Ms. Eleanor Gray, Max's new home school teacher is my secret agent. She is just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Which I told her that today was the morning to strike; for today is the anniversary of that fatal day that I lost four of my mutant genes, but hopefully if things go to plan like I have no doubt it will; that loss will be repaid!

As I wait for the second call to tell me that we are two down with three to go, I will introduce you to the middle child.

Iris Main, he was given no nickname this boy technically is not really a boy at all, however he was made 17 years ago. He, like my genes was a creation, one with a certain green thumb which earned him prizes and achievements in the paper, bullying at school, and his creator, slash father and my once best friend; Tristan Main too busy with his newest experiment to really think about his creation, slash self proclaimed son. None of these men seemed to deserve their children, and I feel no regret for taking them either. How would I take him though? Hmn, the few times I had met the boy he had always talked about the green house off to the side of the school where he liked to hang out and tend to the plants. It was the only place in the school where he wasn’t ridiculed or picked on for being a freak and into plants isn’t it sad?

Kids are so vicious.

Anyway, I told my man that went after Iris his favorite hideout and he assured me that he would figure out something, and not to worry. So I won’t worry…Oh there is the phone….


That was Ms. Gray, telling me that her and Max are on their way home.
Two down.
Two to go.

Finally last but certainty not least, the youngest of the group. Little Timothy James O’ Connor and I do mean little…according to the boys last height check he was four feet high, and something even more interesting about the son of the FBI agent Sawyer O’Connor has the mentality of a five year old as a side effect of his mom dying when he was five from a brain tumor. I couldn’t find much on the boy, which meant the O’Connor was obviously hiding more probably keeping the poor kid locked away from the big bad world and yet never really even home. It wouldn’t be hard for my men to follow after Sawyer find his home and disable the security get inside and grab him; they had told me that themselves the last time I spoke to them on the phone.


Speaking of the phone, it rang just now, and Drew is on his way with Iris.
Now, I only need Timmy, and everything will be perfect….

I have everything ready my friend and I fear that I am too excited to write properly.


Oh why must my phone torture me so?

I just need to remember to breath calmly in and out, they will be here soon and that was all that mattered. There was no way I can make it happen faster, and sadly no way to just teleport people where I wanted them; not yet anyway…But just maybe who knew what powers the genes held..and there was only one way I would figure it out…with my boys.


Such lucky boys…….

I am driving myself crazy, I think I will go walk around and clear my thoughts; don’t want to be shaking when I go to operate on my boys when they have all arrived and all ready for receiving their new strand of gene that would make them extraordinary.



Till the next time my friend,
Elliot Killian.


P.S. The phone rang; all of my boys are on their way home!

[xxx poisonedgeekie]

Chapter Three
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Date: 3 / 22 / 06

My closest friend,



You wouldn’t know this but I haven’t written to you in two days, so much has happened and I am just now finding some time to write.

My plans worked out perfectly, I thought you may be excited to hear the news. I will tell you everything don’t worry my friend. After I had written to you hours had passed by, and all I was able to do was pace around in the entrance waiting for any word that my boys were home where they truly belonged; with me. It wasn’t until late yesterday March 21, 2006 at seven o’ clock they had finally arrived and just had received another dose of sedatives to keep them unconscious for their operation. I had them taken to the room and prepped while I returned to my room to grab the container where I had kept the vials containing the mutant genes safely hidden for the past eleven years, I apologize now for not stopping to take a moment and tell you my dear friend, I was far too excited about the boys and getting the operation started so that the sedatives did not were off, and my window of opportunity to be lost.

I hope you are not too upset at me, but as soon as I had the vials I ran back to the operating room and hooked up one each time to a syringe, and injected the genes straight into each of my boys’ heart; each of them died during the process of allowing the new gene to mix in with the old, but it only took five minutes to bring them back to life. Once their hearts were beating, and my boys were breathing again I took samples from them, just to double check that everything had worked according to my plan. I ordered that my boys needed to be taken their rooms for rest; they would need it for training that they would be receiving after they woke up, and that was even if they had managed to develop the gift I had given them. During the time I was alone I compared my boys genes not really sure what I was looking for, their genes had defiantly changed but only time was going to tell me what powers they have, and if they even have them.

Ugh, you cannot understand my frustration; crap like this in movies always happens so quickly, hell it’s practically instantaneous, why couldn’t that happen in real life?

All I do know was that I was just too exhausted and aggravated that I had called it a night, without a thought of writing to you. I think if I would have tried to write it out then it would have just pushed my temper over the edge. As for yesterday, I spent the entire day with my boys. A sound fabulous doesn’t it? My first day with my boys, well it was far from fabulous, let me tell you; it was actually more hellish. How? You might wonder well, let me tell you how. Once I had received word from the staff I had in the monitor room that my boys were awake, I told their guards, who are the same people who collected them for me, to have my boys taken to the recreational room, for our first family meeting.

I would have skipped if my knee would have allowed it, but it seemed that my knee planned to throb dull shocks of pain up my leg and to my hip, making my mood quite questionable but at that moment I had been trying to focus on my enjoyment of meeting my family for the first time. This time when I stepped out of the elevator the usual staff members I would regularly greet did not catch my attention; there on the couch was the four I had been waiting for.

“Good morning boys, I bet you got a lot of questions at the moment that you are dying to ask” snapping my fingers Marcy approached me and handed over the four clipboard that would soon become my boys’ folders hoping to fill the clipboard with discoveries about their gifts and how they learn how to use them the way I tell them, and no one else. Though they would have to mind my staff, and I would not tolerate them attacking my staff with or without their powers and approached them giving the tallest dark haired nineteen year old Simon Ian Briggs, a good look over. The way his face was shaped even in his youth was much like his father’s strong facial structure, and the look in his eye told me that there was something defiantly something ready to attack; it was ….animalistic almost.

“This is your new home, you have all been brought here as gifts to me!” I exclaimed smiling at Simon and looked over at the boy that was sitting next to Simon, I had told my staff earlier to keep them oldest to youngest, that way it would be easier for me to keep organized and so that when I first met my boys I did not look like a fool when I did not know which boy was which.

But it seemed that each of my boys like everyone else was a bit different Maximilian Price who is still a little chubby in the face and body, merely from baby fat that he had yet to work off. It was this and his Chesnutt brown hair that is what made me think of his father Nathan Price and I couldn’t help but to reach out and pinch Max’s cheek. The boy yelped in pain overdramatically and I rolled my eyes at him with a light tisk and squeezed harder to give him a real reason to cry which he did of course. Releasing Max’s cheek violently I backed away from him to face the two left on the couch, trying to keep my cherry deposition going.

“I am your new father; I have injected you all with a special gene that gave you each a special gift. What that gift is, I cannot tell you, but together we will figure it out and learn how to use them” I announced to them all glancing at them all and then coming back to where I had finished in the line at vines. The boy was just as I remembered him, other than the grass colored hair that he had. Before I had injected the gene in the boy he had chestnut colored hair.

“My dear Iris, your hair has turned a particular color of green” I told him and reached forward, running my fingers through his hair, then ruffling up his hair and yanked out a piece.

“Ow, Hey!” He protested and then sat forward looking at me closely. “Elliot?...Elliot Killian? It…it can’t be” The boy seemed to recall my face it was amusing to watch him squirm and shrink in fear. Turning away from my boys I snapped my fingers and Tony came forward. Without a word I carefully placed the sample of his hair into the bag and handed it to Tony; who just so happened to be the closest person to me.

“Take that to the lab. I will analyze it later” I told him in a clam tone and then turned back to Iris taking a hand full of his grassy like hair and yanked on it harshly. “You will never call me by that name. None of you can, if you do you will all be punished.” I threatened with a hiss, giving them that one warning, after that there would be no more warning or threats. Only actions; I released Irish pushing him into the back of the couch.

“You’re not my Daddy!” A small voice suddenly protested from the end of the couch where a young slightly pudgy version of Sawyer O’Connor sat, only Timothy had his mama’s bright blue eyes, and his father’s light brown hair that hung in his eyes a little. Growling at the boy I threw my hand out at him smacking my palm harshly across his cheek.

“I am whether you like it or not. Your fathers wanted nothing to do with you anymore, and so they allowed me to take you here. How else do you think I could have gotten away with kidnapping such famous members of society? May I introduce you all?” I asked them with glee, and did not necessarily waiting for their response. I went back to the front of the line, sticking to my own rule of oldest to youngest, that was how my father raised me.

“Simon Brings, once the son of Ethan Briggs Attorney at Law” I watched Iris’s eyes widen and look over at Simon, and when I looked at Max he looked like he was not all there, he was rubbing his head and looking around as if he heard some other thing elsewhere. Curious, very curious.

“Maximillian Price, once the Son of Mayor Nathan Price.” I shifted my eyes to Iris who looked like he was probably more afraid then everyone else. He knew me, because his father Tristan told him everything. As I would suspect he would do, but that was no matter, I wanted him to fear me, but also to remember to respect me, for I am his father now after all.

“Iris Main, once the son of Doctor Tristan Main” I spat at him bitterly and looked back to Timmy.
“Finally, Timothy O’Connor, once the son of Sawyer O’Connor.” The boy looked at him holding his cheek a look of terror replacing the stubborn look, this made me smile; my plan was working.

“You really expect us to believe our parents abandoned us, when they hated you so much?” Max suddenly asked in a growling tone that sounded more like Simon’s voice. I approached him snarling and slammed the end of my cane into his toe.

“None of your fathers care about you as much as I do” I spat back at him and released the cane from his foot and looked at him closely. “Is there something you would like to share with your dad...hmn? You don’t look so good.” I tried to ask him, trying to show them my gentle side. The eighteen year old looked at me torn between his thoughts of debating whether or not he would confide whatever it was that he was keeping to himself.

“I can….” Max stopped and looked away, almost awkwardly and keeping his gaze from all. “I think I can hear….” He paused again as if he wasn’t sure he was explaining it in a way that didn’t sound totally crazy. “I think I can hear everyone’s thoughts. Like Iris think that you have only brought us here for revenge against our fathers, and that you are just bullshitting us by saying that they just gave us up because they were sick of us. This doesn’t make sense…” Before he could finish I tightened my fist and threw into his gut hearing him grunt and loose the words as his air left his body and he began coughing as he doubled over when I moved away and looked at Iris using my Cane to hit him across the chest.

“Though it is rather amazing that you have seemed to develop the gift of telepathy, you will not speak to me in that manner. Your father will be able to run a better campaign without you Max, and Simon your father won’t have to worry about keeping you safe anymore. Iris, your father has always been embarrassed and ashamed by you, why else does he send you to that school knowing full well that the students bully you? I think that is wrong, and so I am putting a stop to it.” I told him with a nod and flicked my eyes to Timmy.

“Timmy, do you really love your daddy? The man that keeps you under lock and key, at all hours of the day? Yet, he only spends a minimum of five minutes with you a day?” I tisked at him in disbelief, and he looked away from me and started to think deeply. I flicked my eyes to Max and watch him rub at his head a little and look at Timmy a bit surprised by what he was thinking. “What, what is it?” I demanded of Max, wanting to know what they were thinking, what they all were thinking. I needed to be sure that no one was going to stab me in the back for the second time.

“Timmy thinks that you are right” Max admitted frightened and swallowed, “and I think I agree too…and Iris is still fighting with himself because his dad spoke so threateningly of you.” He said and then paused again, “Simon thinks it’s all bullshit.” Was the final word and I looked at Simon dead in the eyes.

“Is that right boy?”

“Damn right, if it wasn’t bullshit; then why have someone jump us and you lock us up like animals after injecting us with some freak gene?” Simon growled in an animalistic way.

“I had nothing to do with how you were brought, my staff wanted to treat it like a surprise” I smiled, and heard the others chuckle and murmur; agreeing amongst themselves. “As for why I locked you up, and will continue to do so, is to make sure you stay here. The world doesn’t like freaks, and you’re a long way from where you came from.” I moved away realizing that Max would be able to figure out everything if he tried digging around in my mind and thoughts for too long.

“Tony have Kathy prepare the boys their dinner while I go to my lab for awhile.” Oh, my dear friend I cannot tell you how enraged I was to have to leave the room and not get to socialize with my boys as much as I wanted too. Having a telepathic son was indeed a gift, but he would be the most difficult to train, besides Simon. He was just as hard headed and stubborn as Ethan ever was, it made me sick, and I was going to break him of that nature, and mold him the way that I want him.

It is now, while I try to come up with an idea to keep Max out of my mind, and my staff’s as well that I have chosen to write to you. I am not sure what kind of device would be able to hold in a certain power and yet still be able to keep an ear on what the other boys are saying within, instead of out loud.

I did not realize this would be so difficult my friend. I thought that this would be a lot easier to handle, and that their development would happen slower but it seems that they are picking up on their gifts quickly. I just hope that it becomes such a task that I will have to juggle too much; I wouldn’t like to lose time with my boys because of work. That was one of the reasons I had removed them from their homes and brought them here to me. So I can be the best dad they ever had, and they would only ever obey and mind me.

At the same time, I am a man of science and I must make sure that I am control of these gifts as much as my boys are. I will never lower to the level of their fathers, I had other scientist here working under me that could run tests, and any monkey can take notes. I have enough of my staff guarding the exits to take notes for me, that way I have more time to spend with them, to study them and to help them.

First, I must keep Min…I mean Max out of my mind. Hmn, Mind…that is a good covert name for him…..

I must leave you now my closest friend, I have much researching and work to do; to pull of what I hope to accomplish.

Till the next time my friend,
Elliot Killian

[xxx poisonedgeekie]

Chapter Four
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Date: 6/ 13/ 06

My closest friend,



How good it is to finally talk to you again.

Since I have last talked to you a lot has happened, a lot indeed. I am happy to report that I found a way to keep Max out of my mind. I used the same technology that I put in the hard wire in their rooms that keeps their powers naturalized into a head band. I first tested it out on him but he said that it felt like everyone’s thoughts and pain was crushing on his mind and torturing him.

Interesting, don’t you think my friend?

So, as embarrassing and humiliating as it was, I had put on the head band and ordered Max to tell me if he could hear the number I was thinking, he didn’t know my friend.

He couldn’t get into my mind, oh what a great success of a day!

I made it an official rule that my staff, including myself are never without headbands. The boys however, must never wear them, and if Max does wear one, it is because he is being punished.

Max, however is not the only one who is making progress with his gifts. The same day that I had learned how the headband would affect mind was the same day that I witnessed my eldest son Simon stumble onto his own gift. I believe he may have thought that I had purposely hurt Max and after he let out a dark growl he had lunged at me, and right before my eyes I watched as his form changed, and heard his bones snap into new positions as he turned into a large black panther.

I was so taken by surprise that I had not been able to react fast enough to ensure that I would not be crushed by the panther. Thankfully though, my staff were fast enough to drag the large animal off of me, now see my friend it was then I found myself in the worse predicament. As ecstatic as I was that Simon had made a breakthrough with his gift, I could not just simply allow for him to get away with attacking me. If I did that, then my boys would start to believe that it was allowed, then we would have a mutiny upon our hands.

So, I had to do the one thing a father must do in that sort of situation and had my staff chain up my boys. Maybe you would find it harsh that I punished them all for what one of them did, but it is another experiment of mine. Maybe my boys would learn and listen better if their actions were not only suffered by themselves, but with their brothers as well. Since this was their first time, I only gave them ten lashings but threatened them with more if any of them had tried to attack me as Simon had.

I was so furious with myself and with Simon that I then also had him locked away for the rest of the evening with out supper. Finding a way to train him would be easy after seeing him change into an animal. Nothing better then a shock collar to get the point across to a misbehaving pet, am I right? Ha ha, thought so.

The two younger boys Iris and Timmy have yet to make any progress and I still cannot figure out how Iris's hair turned into grass. Maybe because they are younger it will take them longer to develop their gifts, I know that I must be patient and there is nothing I can do to hurry the process, but my anticipation is getting the better of me.

My dear friend, you will never believe this but as I was writing to you, and managed to glance at the monitors in my room; I swear that Iris just made a tomato plant come from the ground in the greenhouse, which I have allowed him to tend to, due to the boys love in plants. Finally some progress with him! I must go now my friend.

Till the next time my friend,
Elliot Killian

[xxx poisonedgeekie]

Chapter Five
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Date: 6/ 20/ 06

My closest friend,




I am sorry I ran out on you the last time, you must feel neglected. I only inform you on what has been going on when I can find a moment to myself, and I will admit there are a few times before this that I had time, I was just too tired. It's a lame excuse I know and I bet you are dying to know if Iris actually grew a tomato plant, which my dear friend he actually did! Since Simon, Max, and Iris have developed their gifts and now able to use them I have been training them, getting them to use their gifts as much they can and also trying to get them to make more progress with their gifts.

For instance, Simon has been able to turn into other animals then just a panther, but it seems that any bird, insect, or fish is yet out of the question. Not that I am complaining; panthers, bears, wolfs, and lions are much more deadly. Bad thing is the transformation for Simon is extremely painful, and I am not sure how to change it. Max has not only developed telepathy, but he also has the gift of telekinesis. Never thought it would be so difficult for Max to move and bend things with his mind, but it really is, their is a lot of concentration involved, or I assume their is because of the way Max has to focus on exactly what he is trying to do. I am hoping that the more he gets use to his gifts the less he will have troubles using them.

Iris has moved on from tomato plants, now I am happy to report that the greenhouse will forever be filled with fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as other amazing plants and flowers. Or well, I hope so anyway, not sure how I am going to use his gift to my benefit but I believe I will figure something out somehow. Timmy hasn't made any progress still, I am really starting to worry that maybe his gift just did not develop like his brothers did. That doesn't mean I am going to return him to Sawyer though, not after how much we have bonded together. All of them have actually started to become closer to me, well not counting Simon, for some reason the boy still refuses to even give me a chance and has even called me a monster. Not very nice of him now is it?

Well, don't worry I made sure that Simon would learn his lesson about calling me names and had him locked up in his room without getting any meals or anything to drink. Like I have said before, I do not care if I am being too harsh anymore the boy must learn who is in charge around here and it is defiantly not him. Simon keeps threatening that he is going to find a way to escape and that he and his brothers would leave me. Max tells me that he would never do that, but he says that Iris and Timmy most likely would because of how afraid they are of me. Only reason I can trust Max not to stab me in the back is because he had admitted to me that I am a much better father to him then his own father.

I don't understand what I am doing wrong with the others, I gave Iris his own greenhouse, where as his father subjected him to only using a public greenhouse that on the days there was no school he couldn't access. I have been more kind, then cruel to them as of late and it's begging to work, or at least I think it is with Iris, I believe Timmy is only pretending that he is warming up to me because of how afraid of me he is. The poor boy has been sheltered for so long by his father that I almost sure that at one point he might have even been afraid of his own shadow.

Pathetic isn't it? I think so, so now I am stuck with the job of manning the boy up while we wait for his gift to finally develop.

On a personal note, since we haven't discussed myself in awhile; my knee has been getting worse; the pills that are suppose to dull my pain I swear has only made it worse. I can't even get a decent night's sleep. Which has been reflecting off of my attitude with the boys when they displease me, I honestly did not take note of my change in my behavior, but if my staff did then it must be bad, I just don't know what to do about it.

I regret to tell you that I must try to force myself to sleep now, I am exhausted and even though I know the ache in my knee will be difficult to ignore, I must at least try.

Good night my friend, we will speak again soon.

Till the next time,

Elliot Killian.

[psychotic midds]

Chapter Six
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Date: 7 / 5 / 06

My closest friend,




Max wasn't lying to me when he had said that Simon was planning to escape. Four days ago, the boys who were on their way to dinner from training got a surprise from Simon, he had changed himself into a grizzly bear and tried to maul the staff whom guarded the main entrance into the mine. As soon as I had seen what was happening from the surveillance cameras in my room, I had taken off quickly even with my knee throbbing at me relentlessly. Coming to the main entrance, I was forced once again to use the shock collar to sustain Simon, I was surprised that the voltage of electricity was so strong that it had not only forced Simon to stop his attack, but it also made him change back into his human form. I had not meant to do that, but it sure was handy at the time. When I had given the order that all my boys were to be taken to the training room and punished, I was informed that Max had used his ability to keep Simon restrained until I had arrived.

I was so proud of Max that he was not punished with the rest of the boys; even though I had stated before that the best way to punish them all, Max had been the only one that had tried to stop Simon, so therefore he did not deserve the punishment. Right now, as much as I hate to admit that I have a favorite; Max is defiantly my favorite out of the four of them, he is coming along nicely to his new place and life that I no longer am worried that he might betray me, as I had once worried. After the other three; Simon, Iris, and Timmy had been punished I had them locked up in their rooms for a week, only allowed their meals, and the use of the restroom which conveniently was built inside their rooms. During those four days, Max and I had focused on his telekinesis and now he has no troubles controlling objects with his mind; I am so proud of him, and how much he has accomplished.

Before I had released Simon, Iris, and Timmy from their room, I demanded an apology from them, and if they didn't do as I asked they would be locked up for longer, and this time without the luxury of food until they were able to apologize to me correctly. Simon refused me of the request, whereas Timmy and Iris apologized for their actions, and swore to me that they would never try escaping again. I let them go free and join Max, whereas Simon was locked back up until I feel like enough time has passed.

During the time I was not writing to you, nothing really special had happened in training, well other then Simon being able to take on more animal forms, Iris being able to control and create more plants; what is extraordinary about Iris's gift is that he does not even have to have any soil or dirt near him to grow his plant life, it comes out of his hands; almost like Spider man when he uses his web. But he has to have his hands flat and palms facing upwards. Max was able to tap into the emotions of the others in training, but other then that nothing really interesting had happened. Timmy has yet to even develop his gift, and as much as I hate to jump the gun, I am really starting to believe that he may not even develop a gift like his brothers. I hope I am wrong, I would hate to leave him out of all the fun that is too come once the boys actually are loyal to me and their gifts are fully developed.

Who knows how long that might take for that to happen, and as much as I want to get my revenge, I do know that all good things happen when one is patient.

Now, if you will excuse me, my dear friend I must go and work through training with Max and Iris, maybe I will start teaching Timmy mixed martial arts so he won't be completely useless to me.

Till the next time my friend,

Elliot Killian.

[psychotic midds]

Chapter Six
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Date: 8 / 3 / 06

My closest friend,




It has been four weeks since we last talked, and my friend I have some good news for you. To start with, Simon did not only apologize to me but he begged forgiveness from me, and actually called me by father. I must admit that I was very happy with him, and since then, he has been a very good pet. I have not even had to use the shock collar on him since the attempt to escape, but that does not mean that I can trust him completely, not yet, but at least some progress has been made. That is a hell of a lot better then where we were before and Simon was more involved in how he could get on my bad side and find a way to escape. This isn't the only good news for you either my friend, and oh what a wonderful thing it is too. Timmy has finally obtained his gift! I am not kidding, nor exaggerating, I would never do that to you my dear friend. I tell you only the truth.

I will tell you what happened my dear friend; you see, it was just this night that it had happened. My boys had finished with their training for the day and were heading to bed to get the rest they would need for tomorrow; so they were all giving me hugs,kisses, and wishing me a good night. I doubted that I would because of how bad my knee was acting up, I would tell you why my knee no longer hurts but you will have to wait my friend, because it would spoil my story. You wouldn't want that, and neither would I, so lets continue shall we? I know the anticipation must be killing you. When Timmy's turn came to give me his hugs, kisses, and wish me a good night sleep; the short boy had to stand on the tips of his toes just to wrap his little arms around my waist, leaning his head into my stomach. Suddenly a warm feeling came from Timmy, one that was far more