Toys - James Patterson [31]
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and she and Dad—also teary, but trying his best to hide it—left me alone.
But first, my father handed me another disc in a box that was labeled “7-4 Day.”
I figured that something called “7-4 Day” couldn’t be good news.
And it wasn’t.
Wham!—no slow reveal, no fade-in. There were bodies everywhere. Human bodies. That was the film that completely blew whatever was left of my mind, and changed me forever.
I watched the terrifying pictures of the first attempt at eliminating all humans. As I did, tears flowed freely from my eyes, and they just wouldn’t stop.
Chapter 42
AFTER I HAD viewed the 7-4 Day disc—three times—I just sat there for a couple of hours, numb all over, and changed. But then I didn’t want to think about my past, my future, or anything else for a while. I walked back outside and started toward my car.
I was a human. The Elites were mass murderers—and now they wanted to finish the job once and for all.
They wanted humans to be extinct on the earth.
The back door of the house was open; Mom was in the kitchen, washing the dishes by hand. “I’m sorry,” she said in a whisper as she saw me there.
“It’s all right. I think I understand. I’m fine.” I lied.
“By the way,” she called to me as I passed, “Lucy’s sort of your sister, but not genetically. And, obviously, you weren’t raised together. So it’s OK if you feel attracted to her. She’s a beautiful girl, inside and out.”
“What are you saying?” I raised my voice at my mother. Then I exploded. “I can’t believe you said that! Even if you didn’t care about your own family, don’t you realize I have one of my own! I have Lizbeth. I have Chloe and April.”
“Oh Hays, Hays, poor Hays. Don’t pay any attention to her,” said a second Mom, walking into the kitchen. This one was crying. “She’s a mechanical clone—I had to make one. I just have too much to do around here. She’s a great help, but she does say the most stupid things sometimes.”
As if to drive home the point: “And I hate to break it to you,” said the clone, “but it’s true what they told you in the Elite hospital. Lizbeth isn’t real eager to see you again. Of course, that tramp had already been sleeping with that bastard Moore—”
Mom put her hand over the clone’s mouth and pushed her to the back of the kitchen, where she switched the chatty machine off.
“What was that all about?” I demanded to know. “Is it true?”
“Well, it can’t have escaped your attention that Lizbeth is very ambitious,” said my father, entering the kitchen from the living area.
“Right. And so was—I mean, so am I.”
“Well, let’s just say she isn’t exactly intent on staying by your side,” said Mom. “Oh Hays, I’m so sorry we’re breaking all this to you. But it’s important that you know the truth now. They are planning to exterminate all humans. Lizbeth is part of it. She knows a great deal about the final plan. Perhaps you could help us with her?”
I waved my hands for her to stop talking. I’d heard more than I could manage for right now. I needed to think, to have some space. So I walked away and hurried out to my car.
“Right now, I don’t know who to believe,” I called back to my parents.
Chapter 43
“WELCOME BACK, SIR,” Elle Too said as I climbed into the driver’s seat. I’d named her after my own car’s attendant. “You seem unusually tense. Can I do anything to help you?”
I almost laughed. Tense? Try shell-shocked, or borderline suicidal. “The mood helmet, please,” I said. “I’m fine, Elle, just fine. Thanks for asking.”
I reclined the seat fully while her fingers slipped the padded helmet onto my head. I didn’t have anything particular in mind, so I just surfed with the remote, trying out different ambiences.
I automatically skipped past high-adrenaline venues like sports, racing, and big-game hunting; I definitely needed something more soothing. After a couple of minutes, I came to a very popular selection titled “Behind Closed Doors—Shhhh!”
I didn’t think this was what I needed—but maybe it was worth a look-see anyway. Couldn’t hurt, right?