chapter 4

I woke up around six and looked to my right. Shouldn't someone have been next to me, or was yesterday a dream?

No--AX3 was gone. I sat up, reaching for my glasses. Hopping out of bed, I put the aviator frames on my face as I rushed from my bedroom into the kitchen. There he was, drinking milk from the jug.

"You don't want a glass?" I asked. I looked at my counter. It was littered with food packages. He had finished off all the cookies. He had also finished some leftover pizza, a fruit tart my mother made me, a pound of honey roasted turkey breast. My Cinnamon Toast Crunch was gone, as well as my coffee creamer. I think he'd even eaten a stick of butter. His belly was full-looking, and it was shocking how bloated he appeared to be. I wanted to touch his stomach, like I had yesterday. He brought the jug from his lips. "I am sorry Casey," he said to me. "Don't be mad."

The 500-calorie rule had officially been broken, though nothing bad seemed to have happened.

I hadn't gone to my classes in three days, and I was determined to go tomorrow. It would be Thursday, and my last day of classes for the week. I'd spent my time getting to know AX3, and to be honest we didn't do much aside from hang out. We watched TV and listened to music. I taught him how to make grilled cheese sandwiches. That evening, as we watched an old Disney movie, he asked me to give him a regular name. I was sick and tired of calling him AX3, and I guess he was tired of hearing it as well. I told him he could choose one and I would respect whatever name he chose. He insisted that I had to be the one to pick it, and I settled on Axel, considering it kind of looked like AX3. "How about Axel?" I asked. He laughed, smiling wide, and repeated the name. He liked it.

The next morning, I got ready to leave for class. It was my only true commitment, considering I didn't work. My parents paid for everything I needed. They told me that they wanted me to focus on my education. I was a bit spoiled in that regard and it was only because they had a great deal of money.

They ran a genetics lab and had hoped their only child would study genetics as well. Sadly, I ran from science courses, never having an affinity for them. Maybe I should have taken Axel to them, but they'd look at him and see he was perfectly normal and shoo me out of their office.

I told him I would be back in less than eight hours. He was eating marshmallows and I had given up on his care instructions. I'd need to go grocery shopping soon. We couldn't live off pizza and Chinese food forever. We also had to get him some more size appropriate clothing items. "You're leaving?" His eyes got wide.

"I have to go to school. I'm a college student." I took the marshmallows from his hands and placed them on the counter. "I will be back."

"No!" He grabbed me into a tight hug, like that day in Mr. Tanaka's apartment. He was lifting me up, the toes of my shoes scraping against the linoleum of the kitchen floor. It started to hurt. "You'll leave just like Jomei." He sounded irate, getting more and more worked up. He grabbed harder. He was so unhinged, and it broke me inside to think of what he'd been through to make him this way. Tanaka had really screwed with his head. I started to wonder if he had been abducted as a child. Again, he squeezed tighter and I started getting that lightheaded feeling from a lack of oxygen.

"Axel you're hurti--I can't breathe--" He set me down, looking fearful and apologetic. He reached for the marshmallows, pawing at the neck of his t-shirt. It was probably too tight.

"Please come back soon."

"I will come back. I promise," I said. I walked towards the door and he followed. I pushed him back gently and closed the door behind me. I looked down the hallway and at apartment 707 was a man in a black suit. He was balding, and his hair was a snow-white color. This was a white man, so I figured it wasn't Jomei Tanaka.

We made eye contact and I noticed he was holding an envelope. I couldn't do anything right this second, but if he was going to leave something there I was so going to take it as soon as I saw him leave. I walked by him and took the elevator down to the lobby. I went outside and sat at a nearby bus stop.

No longer than five minutes later he walked down the street to a sleek black car and drove away. I ran back into the building, key in hand and up the seven flights of stairs. My face felt flushed, but I couldn't stop the excitement that began to grow inside of me. This could mean more information for Axel.

I tried to use the key, but it didn't fit in the lock. How had the other man gotten in here? He didn't look like the type to pick a lock, but I'd recently learned not to judge a book by its cover. I, however, had no locksmith abilities whatsoever. "Shit," I whispered to myself.

"What are you doing?" I must have jumped a foot in the air. It was Axel, and he was in the hallway in nothing but my too small gym shorts. I guess he got fed up with the shirt. I had to buy him some clothes of his own. He seemed--wider. His chest was broad, his pecs sizable and incredibly plush. His nipples were pert and pink, the areolas a bit larger than a quarter. His abs, that had looked to be chiseled by Michelangelo himself, were nowhere to be seen. His tummy bowed out, as if he'd just eaten a large meal. I really needed to make sure he ate less, but he always seemed so happy when he was eating.

"There was a man who left an envelope in there. I have this key that Jomei left me," I said, holding it up for him to see. "But now it seems the locks have been changed."

"You want to go inside?" he asked. I nodded. He pushed me aside, and in one swift kick he knocked the door wide open. It was sexy, not going to lie. I looked around the hall, making sure nobody saw us, especially that busybody Mrs. Horowitz. I ushered him inside the apartment quickly, walking behind him.

When I got to look around my jaw dropped. The apartment was back to normal--well not exactly. It was clean, yes. But this was an entirely different place than four days ago. Someone had completely redecorated. Had Doe done this? Was this her getting rid of all traces of the project? All of the furniture was different and there were new colors on the walls. I saw the envelope the man had been holding, picked it up, and continued to look around.

They'd removed all of Tanaka's belongings. It was like we were in a hotel penthouse. We had to get out of here. What if they had something worse set up than the stuff they used last time we were here. "Let's go Axel," I said, looking at the envelope in my hands. He pulled the door closed and we went back to my apartment. I threw my bag down and sat on the couch.