Contents
Prologue
Part One
Chapter 1: My Story
Chapter 2: The Ride Home
Chapter 3: The Trap
Chapter 4: Home, Not Home
Chapter 5: Housewarming
Chapter 6: Bronze Idaho and the Voice
Chapter 7: Hummers
Chapter 8: The Safe House
Chapter 9: ER20 and ER21
Chapter 10: An Unplanned Visit
Chapter 11: The Ride to the Airport
Chapter 12: Riding the Whale
Chapter 13: Mitchell
Chapter 14: Special Delivery
Chapter 15: A Second Visit
Chapter 16: Uploading Grace
Chapter 17: Ostin’s Discovery
Chapter 18: The Bagelmeister
Chapter 19: The Pick-Up
Chapter 20: The Call
Part Two
Chapter 21: The Board’s Decision
Chapter 22: More Bad News
Chapter 23: The Family Meeting
Chapter 24: A Close Call
Chapter 25: Retribution
Chapter 26: Puerto Maldonado
Chapter 27: Beware the Stranger
Chapter 28: Sharon Vey
Chapter 29: The Future
Part Three
Chapter 30: Another Arrival
Chapter 31: Into the Jungle
Chapter 32: Final Instructions
Chapter 33: Teasing Bulls
Chapter 34: A Way In
Chapter 35: The Compound
Chapter 36: The Glow
Chapter 37: Reeducation
Chapter 38: Reunion
Chapter 39: Breaking Back In
Chapter 40: The Welcome
Chapter 41: Zeus’s Sacrifice
Chapter 42: The Weekend Express
Part Four
Chapter 43: The End of the Pipe
Chapter 44: The Betrayal
Chapter 45: Dynamite
Chapter 46: Nighttime in the Jungle
Chapter 47: The Offer
Chapter 48: Fireworks
Chapter 49: Return of Power
Chapter 50: Darkness
Chapter 51: Escape?
Chapter 52: Shadows and Nose Bones
To McKenna
You have brought light and warmth into the world
“This had better be important,” the man said. It was past two in the morning in the Tyrrhenian Sea and the man on the boat had been awoken for the call.
“There’s been a . . . hitch,” Hatch said, choosing the 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.”
The voice exploded in a string of profanities. “How did that come about?”
“The Vey boy was more powerful than we thought.”
“The Vey boy escaped?”
Hatch hesitated. “Not just Vey. We lost seven of the Glows.”
The man unleashed another string of profanities. “This is a disaster!”
“It’s a setback,” Hatch 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 surprises they won’t be expecting.”
“I’ll have to report this to the board,” the voice said.
“Give it until morning,” Hatch said. “The picture will be different. Besides, everything else is on schedule.”
“And I expect you to keep it that way.” The voice 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 with the machine. Besides, in less than twenty-four hours Vey and the rest of the Glows will be back in our custody.”
“You had better be right,” the man said.
“You have my guarantee,” Hatch said. “Vey will be back in our hands before the day’s out.”
In fifth grade my English teacher, Ms. Berg, was teaching about autobiographies and had us each write our life story on a single page of lined paper. I’m not sure which is more pathetic:
(a) That Ms. Berg thought our lives could be summed up on one page, or
(b) I could fill only half the page.
Let’s face it, in fifth grade you’re still kind of waiting for life to begin. Yeah, some of the kids had done cool things, like one had gone skydiving; another had been to Japan; and one girl’s father was a plumber and she got to be in her dad’s TV commercial waving a plunger, so she’s kind of famous—but that’s about as cool as it got. All I remember is that my autobiography was super lame. It went something like:
My name is Michael Vey, and I’m from a town you’ve never heard of—Meridian, Idaho. My father died when I was eight, and my mother and I have moved around a lot since then. I like to play video games. Also, I have Tourette’s syndrome. I’m not trying to be funny, I really do.
You probably know that Tourette’s makes some of us swear a lot, which would have made my story more interesting, or maybe got it banned, but I don’t swear with my Tourette’s. In my case, Tourette’s just means I have a lot of tics, like I blink, gulp, make faces, stuff like that. That’s about it. As far as life stories go, no one’s called to buy the movie rights.
They might if they knew my secret—the secret I’ve hidden for most of my life and the reason my mom and I keep having to move.
I’m electric. So are you, of course. That’s how your brain and muscles work. But the thing is, I have probably a thousand times more electricity than you. And it seems to be growing stronger. Have you ever rubbed your feet on a carpet, then shocked someone? Multiply that by a thousand and you’ll get an idea of what it’s like to be me. Or shocked by me. Fortunately, I’ve learned to control it.
I’m fifteen years old now and a lot has happened since the fifth grade. I kind of wish someone would ask me to write my life story now, because it would make a good movie. And it would take up way more than one page. This is how it would go:
My name is Michael Vey, and I’m more electric than an electric eel. I always thought I was the only one in the world like me, but I’m not. I just found out that there were originally seventeen of us. And the people who made us this way, the Elgen, are hunting us down. You might say we were an accident. The Elgen Corporation created a machine called the MEI (short for Magnetic Electron Induction), to be used for finding diseases and abnormalities in the body. Instead it created abnormalities—us.
My girlfriend, the way-out-of-my-league cheerleader with perfect brown eyes, Taylor Ridley, is also electric. I can shock people (I call it “pulsing”), but she can shock people’s brains and make them forget what they were doing (she calls it “rebooting”). She can also read minds, but she has to touch you to do it.
One month ago the Elgen, led by a scary dude named Dr. Hatch, found us. They
kidnapped Taylor and tried to get me, too, but ended up with my mother instead. A few days later I went to California with my best friend, Ostin Liss (he and I live in the same apartment building, and he’s one of the few people who knows about my powers), and a couple of kids from my school, Jack and Wade, to save Taylor and my mother.
Things didn’t go so well. In the first place, Taylor was there but my mother wasn’t. Then we got caught. Jack and Wade were forced to be GPs, which is short for human guinea pigs, the name the Elgen give their prisoners they experiment on. Ostin and I were locked up too, though I was put in Cell 25, the place they put people to break their minds.
I managed to escape and rescue my friends. I was also able to rescue four of the other electric kids: Zeus, Ian, McKenna, and Abigail. They have some pretty cool powers too. Zeus can shoot lightning bolts, which is why he’s named after the Greek god. (But he can’t touch water without shocking himself, so he doesn’t bathe much—actually, never—so he kind of smells.)
Ian’s blind but he can see way better than any of us. He sees the same way sharks and electric eels do, through electrolocation—which means he can see things that are miles away, even through walls.
McKenna can create light and heat from any part of her body.
Abigail can take away pain by electrically stimulating nerve endings.
We also rescued Grace. She was one of the electric kids who were loyal to Hatch (who calls us Glows). I don’t know much about her other than that she can download things from computers and she downloaded all the information from the Elgen’s mainframe before we escaped. We’re hoping she has information on where the Elgen have taken my mother.
There are ten of us now (including our nonelectric friends Ostin, Jack, and Wade). We call ourselves the Electroclan.
There’s one more thing I would put in my autobiography, something that scares me but would make my story more interesting. I don’t know for sure, but I may be dying. Hatch told me that four of the electric children have already died of cancer caused by their electricity—and I have more electricity than any of them. I don’t know if it’s true because Hatch is a liar. I guess time will tell. In the meanwhile we’re headed back to my home in Meridian, Idaho, to figure out where my mother is and plan our next move.
Like I said, I think my story would make a pretty good movie so far. Maybe it will be one day. But not yet, because it’s not even close to being over. And I have a feeling that things are about to get a whole lot wilder.
“I am so freaking dead,” Ostin said, rubbing the palms of his hands on his head so hard I thought he’d leave bald patches. “My dad’s going to tear off my arms and beat me to death with them.”
I looked at Taylor, and she rolled her eyes. Ostin had been talking for hours about how excited he was to be home again, and it was only as we exited the highway into Meridian that it occurred to him that his parents would be angry that he’d run off without telling them.
“Relax,” I said. “They’ll be so happy to see you they’ll forget they’re mad. Besides, you’ve never even been grounded before.”
“I’ve never run away from home before either.”
“I’ll go with you,” Zeus said from the front seat. “I’ll be your wingman. If it gets ugly, I’ll take them down.”
Ostin’s eyes widened. “You can’t shock my parents.”
Zeus held his hands a few inches apart and arced electricity between them. “Sure I can. It’s easy.”
“I mean it’s not okay to shock them.”
Zeus blinked. “Why not?”
“They’re my parents,” Ostin said.
Zeus still looked confused. “Then Taylor can just reboot them until they forget who you are.”
“I’m not going to do that,” Taylor said.
“I don’t want them to forget who I am,” Ostin said.
Zeus shook his head. “Make up your mind. You want to get in trouble or not?”
“I don’t want to get in trouble and I don’t want to hurt them.”
“Sometimes you can’t eat your cake and have it too,” Zeus said.
“Technically,” Taylor said, “you can never eat your cake and have it too.”
“I wish I had some cake,” Ostin said, leaning his head against the back of the seat in front of him.
* * *
A few minutes later we passed the 7-Eleven where we’d started our journey, then turned into my apartment building’s parking lot. Jack put his Camaro in neutral and turned off the engine. “We’re here,” he said, even though it was kind of obvious.
“Where’s Wade?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Jack said. “Last time I saw him was about a half hour ago.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. “He was supposed to stay with us.”
We’d left Pasadena with Jack’s car and one of the vans from the Elgen Academy, which Wade had driven with Ian, Abigail, Grace, and McKenna. Jack drove his Camaro with Taylor, Ostin, Zeus, and me.
Zeus sat up front with Jack and helped drive while the three of us crowded in the back, which, since I was next to Taylor, wasn’t the worst ride of my life. Around Barstow I fell asleep against her. When I woke up she whispered to me, “That was the strangest dream.”
“You had a strange dream?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “You did.”
It’s a weird thing sitting next to someone who can read your mind. At least she never has to wonder how I feel about her.
Our plan was to drive back to Idaho and hide at my apartment while we figured out how to rescue my mother from Hatch and the Elgen. But first we needed to find out where she was. The Elgen are global, which means my mother could be anywhere in the world. Anywhere.
As I said, before we left Pasadena, Grace downloaded the Elgen computers. We were hoping that somewhere in all that information was my mother’s whereabouts. All we needed now was a computer powerful enough to hold everything Grace had saved.
Fortunately, the Elgen didn’t know where we were. At least I didn’t think they did. I couldn’t be certain about that either. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was going to rescue my mother—or die trying.
“I’m so dead,” Ostin said again.
“We got it, Ostin,” Taylor said. “Enough already.”
“If they don’t kill him, I might,” Zeus said.
I looked at Ostin. “I’ll come with you. They won’t kill you if I’m there. Besides, they’ll be impressed with how fit you look.” Not surprisingly, Ostin had lost a few pounds in the Elgen prison.
“Yeah,” Taylor said. “You’re looking good.”
Ostin’s frown vanished. “Really? You think so?”
“The Elgen diet.” Jack laughed. “Guaranteed to scare the fat away.”
“Yeah,” Zeus said. “Maybe you should go back and take the rest off.”
Ostin frowned again.
Zeus and Jack opened their doors and got out, followed by the rest of us.
Taylor stood next to me in the parking lot. “Where do you think Wade went?”
I glanced back at the road. “I don’t know. But it worries me.”
Jack shook his head. “I’m going to pound him when he gets here. He knew he wasn’t supposed to leave us.”
“Maybe something happened,” Taylor said.
“Yeah, maybe the Elgen captured them,” Ostin said. “Or the van had a self-destruct mechanism.”
Taylor frowned. “Or maybe they just got a flat. And besides, they have Ian with them.”
With Ian aboard they were less likely to run into a trap than we were. His ability to see through solid objects had saved us more than once.
“I’m sure there’s an explanation,” I said, trying to sound calm. Wait to worry, I told myself. Wait to worry. I felt my face twitch. I could pretend to be calm, but stress always makes my Tourette’s act up.
* * *
It was nearly fifteen minutes before Wade pulled the white Elgen van into the parking lot. He drove up next to J
ack’s Camaro and rolled down his window. “Hey,” he said. “We’re here.”
Jack walked up to him and smacked him on the head.
“Ow!” Wade said. “Why’d you do that?”
“Where’d you go?” Jack asked. “You weren’t supposed to leave us.”
“The girls made me stop for doughnuts!”
“You wanted one too,” one of the girls said from the back.
“I hope you got some for us,” Ostin said.
“Sorry, man,” Wade said. “We ate them all.”
“They were way good,” Abigail said.
“Thanks for sharing,” Ostin said.
Everyone climbed out of the van.
“So this is Idaho,” Abigail said, stretching her arms above her head. “Isn’t this where they make potatoes?”
“Grow potatoes,” Ostin said. “You don’t make potatoes.”
“You make french-fried potatoes,” she replied.
Ostin shook his head.
Just then Ian said, “We’re being watched.”
I looked around but didn’t see anyone. “Who’s watching us?”
“There’s a guy in the apartment building across the street with a telescope pointed right at us. I don’t think he’s seen us yet. He’s sitting at the table eating a sandwich. But he’s almost finished.”
“What do we do?” Jack asked me.
“Is he alone?” I asked Ian.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s find out what he’s doing here. Ostin, take my key and get everyone in my apartment. Taylor, Zeus, Jack, and Ian, come with me.”
While Ostin, Wade, Abigail, Grace, and McKenna went to my apartment, the rest of us ran across the street. Inside the building I asked Ian, “Which apartment is he in?”
“He’s on the third floor. I don’t know which apartment, I’ll have to look.”
We quickly climbed the stairs. As we walked down the hallway, Ian commented on what he saw behind the walls, talking as if the residents could hear him. “Excuse me . . . Excuse me . . . Use a grenade jump . . . Don’t eat that . . . Really, dude? Use a tissue. Oh, that’s just nasty.”
At apartment 314 Ian said, “There he is, he’s back at his telescope. He just noticed the van. He’s taking out his phone. Now he’s dialing someone.”
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