Rescuing Tee

Johnny was furious. Mr Potter had pushed it. Hypnotizing him, locking up children, mistreating older children and forcing everyone to be his slaves all made Mr Potter a psychopath. But taking his little sister and planning on possibly killing her, that was too much.

Johnny had to fight back.

He ran to the garage and found a bicycle. Pulling it out, he put on a helmet and then cycled down the stony road that Mr Potter had taken.

Tee had been pulled into the passenger seat and shoved beneath the window. She was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks, pleading with Mr Potter, "Please, don't hurt me!"

But he gripped the top of her head in one hand, pushing her down, while the other hand was on the steering wheel, riding out of there in the darkness.

Johnny could still see the taillights in front of him. He hoped Mr Potter couldn't see him. He just hoped one of the children would telephone the police in time.

And that Mr Potter wouldn't call out a codeword.

But now, he just hoped he could get to Tee before it was too late.

At the house, Gus was flicking through the notebook. "So, you want the password to stop hypnosis?" he asked Andy.

The older boy nodded.

"But you're not hypnotized." Gus argued.

Andy replied, "I am. But can you find the word to stop it? You were talking to Mr Potter; surely he told you?"

Liam told Gus, "Don't read out any of the words. Just find the one that can stop it."

"Alright," Gus murmured, but he couldn't see the point of this, "I think I found it."

He read it out. "Orpheus."

Suddenly, it felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from Andy. As if awaking from a long, tiring, dizzy dream. He felt light-headed and woozy. But then he looked back at the confused-looking boy.

"Did that work?" Gus asked.

Andy nodded. Then he turned to Liam, who ran off to get the phone.

Johnny was coming up to the van. It was slowing down now, at a crossroads. He leapt off of the bike and pulled at the doors. They flew open and Mr Potter turned round and saw Johnny's furious face.

Before any of them could do anything, a police car had hit the front, on Mr Potter's side. Johnny was flung outside as the van skidded along the road, a massive dent in the front.

"Tee!" he yelled, as he started to run up. Two policemen were coming out of the car as Johnny headed up. One of them grabbed Johnny by the arm.

"Kid, you can't go in." he told him. but Johnny just looked up at him with scared eyes and pleaded, "My sister's there!"

But as he saw Mr Potter being dragged out, in handcuffs, with a cut lip and a nasty scowl, he heard the other one call, "There's a kid in here! Looks okay, though."

Johnny begged again, but as another car arrived, along with an ambulance, Johnny saw some paramedics take Tee out. she looked fine, but was obviously a bit bruised.

Much later, as Johnny waited in a car as he was driven to a station, an officer reassured him, "The police found your friends at the house. Your sister's gone to the hospital, but she's stable. She's going to be fine."

Five Years Later...

Johnny was in the waiting room at the insane asylum in Berkshire.

Mr Potter had been living here, the most famous mental hospital in the UK, for the last five years. The case hadn't gone public. It was hushed up quickly, with the children quickly withdrawn from the science club and with some families moving away.

But now, five years and one month later, he finally felt as if he needed to see Mr Potter.

When he stepped into the meeting room, separated by a screen, Johnny still felt uncomfortable. They were the only ones here, with the white, spotless walls adding to the creepiness.

Mr Potter entered through a door on the other side. He still looked the same, with neat clothes, slicked hair and that unsettling grin.

"Hello, Johnny," he said with a cold voice, still smiling, "it's been a long time. All grown up."

Johnny replied, "Hello, Mr Potter. I'm not a kid any more."

Mr Potter asked, "How old are you now?"

"I turned thirteen the day after we escaped."

"Ah, so you're eighteen now?" Mr Potter sat straight up in his chair. "Oh, Johnny. I've missed you."

Then he flicked his eyes toward the door. "I've got something to say. I've keep it in for a long time, but I think you should hear it, anyway."

Johnny answered, "What could you say that I would be interested in?"

"Aidan English."

The two words sent a chill down Johnny's spine. His face slowly turned into a picture of horror, worry and fury as Mr Potter carried on.

"You were cleaning the living room in Belgium, under my instruction. I asked if you were a good boy. Apparently, you're just as bad as I am."

Johnny shook his head, furiously. "I'm nothing like you."

But even as he stood up and backed towards the door, Mr Potter folded his arms and looked to the side and upward toward to the ceiling.

"You are, Johnny. You did something horrible." He sniggered. "Don't bother running, you can't escape what you did."

Then he asked, with actual curiosity, "Does Tee know?"

Johnny nodded. "Yeah."

Mr Potter smiled a small smile. "So, we're both bad. Don't worry. Johnny." He started to stand up now on the other side of the glass, as Johnny came up again, each of them looking into the other's eyes. "Because you're safe. After all, who would believe a madman?"

He let out a cackle. Then another, louder cackle. Then it started echoing around the room. Two men in uniform came in on his side and started taking him out.

But all the time, he was looking right at Johnny and laughing inanely.

A/N: I apologize for the late submission as I was too busy to write. I hope you enjoyed the story.