Spook
Christina injected enough drugs into Mouse's system that she knew the alien would be out for hours. Maybe even a few days. She got in a plane and hopped back over the border into the good old U S of A. Another plane and she was hundreds of miles from where she had left Mouse. She rang the Hanson house, smiling cruelly. Someone picked up. "Hello, aliens? This is the Spook. Now, don'tcha worry. Mouse is fine. Well, more then slightly out of it, but considering the amount of sedatives she's had floating in her system, ya can't blame her." Christina chuckled slightly. "She's a mouthy little piece of work too. The electric shocks are helping to train that out of her though. So, I thought I'd ring and find out how you all were, and how you think you're going on finding her. Just out of curiosity."
Isaac
Isaac glowered as he listened to the voice on the line. Well, two could play at this game.
"Oh hey, we're good," Isaac replied, conversationally. "And y'know, I'd love to tell you how we think we're doing finding her, but y'know, that would be telling. I mean, let's face it, if you knew how we would doing, and we were close, why, you'd just pick up and go somewhere else and we'd have to start all over again, wouldn't we? And by the sounds of it we don't want her to remain in your posession any longer."
Spook
"Oh, she won't be." Christina twirled the phone cord around her finger, smiling slightly. "There's a buyer for everything after all in the good ol' U S of A. She's a very lucrative investment, is Mouse. She'll probably spend whatever remains of her life as a labrat somewhere. The government has been looking for an alien with Mouse's abilities for a very long time, and they're rewarding me rather lucratively for the chance to have her. But, it's a buyer's market. Can you beat two point five million US dollars? But there are other countries whow would fall over themselves to get their hands on a bonafide alien."
Isaac
"Hot dang!" Isaac thought. "We're walking on dangerous territory now!"
"Oh probably," Isaac agreed cheerfully. "So, two and a half million all you getting huh? I mean, it could be just me, but I think you're getting ripped off. Let's face it, if you get abducted by an alien you can get a million bucks compensation if you can get the alien's signature."
Spook
"Quite, alien. That's why I'm offering you the chance to up the ante. But somehow, the whole visual of Mouse tied down on a labratory table and being experimented on takes me to a happy place." Chrstina's hand had tightened around the handset even as she kept her tone light. "What does it do for you?"
Isaac
Well, this hole was just getting bigger and bigger, wasn't it?
"Zac's the one into the kinky stuff," Isaac answered calmly. "And I'm afraid we have a no-ransom policy in this house. You see, there's this thing - even if you do pay the ransom, the kidnappers rarely return the kid alive. We have no guarrentee that a, you won't kill her before returning her. B, won't take our money and then sell her to the US anyway, or c, return her alive and then abduct her again later on. Ahh... yes, well, maybe I read and watch too many mysteries, but let's face it, after my experience with alien hunters I'm not inclind to trust them."
Isaac's voice grew cold.
"Especially ones who kidnap people I care about. You should pray, Spook, that I never find you, no matter what happens to Mouse. I have this habit of killing alien hunters, and you would make a hat trick."
Spook
Christina snorted in derision. "And aren't you just the hero then? Would you like to listen to something?" She dug out the recorder she'd made of Mouse's hysterical ramblings and checked the machine over to make sure it was alright. "See, I just find this soothing." She put the machine to the mouthpiece and turned it on. Mouse's voice flowed out of it.
"Oh god, it's so dark and I can't see, I can't, I can't, Fafnir, where are you, Pack? Oh god..." a burst of frenzied weeping, "Tay, please, oh god, Tay, cher, s'il te plait, nononono!" A scream. "Aiiiiiiii! No, please, I'll be good, nonono..." Christina listened, smiling. "Sorrysorrysorry. Please don't. Please, turn the lights on. Please. Oh god, please don't go. DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! PLLLLEAAASSEEEE!" The hunter clicked off the tape.
"Elucidating for you? Empaths really don't take isolation well."
Isaac
Isaac fought to keep calm, "This is only confirming a possibility you knew could happen," he told himself. "Torture,"
"Well, you learn something new every day," Isaac replied. "And maybe you're right. I should probably stop playing the hero. Heroes in real life have this annoying tendancy of dying. Why, I'm lucky I've lived this long."
Isaac hoped the creep would get his underlying threat.
Spook
"Probably right. You aliens have this nasty tendecy to keep living, you just don't seem to get that you should curl up and die." Christina wondered if she just go. "But that's what people like me are here for. To purge the earth of your...uncleanness."
Isaac
"Oh now, that's going a bit far," Isaac replied. "Why, I had a shower just last night. I don't need some perveted girl to make sure I wash behind my ears you know."
It was probably not the best time for jokes, but he couldn't help himself. He was trying to keep things light so she wouldn't figure out just how concerned he was and it just slipped out.
Spook
"Oh, you're funny. Real funny." Christina smiled grimly. "Good to see you can keep your sense of humour. Mouse has kinda lost hers, and well, I never was one for comedy. I prefer horror. The ones where the pretty, well brought up socalite girls always die."
Isaac
"Hmm, I don't mind a good horror movie," Isaac replied. "But if that's what you're into, then why do you have Mouse? She's not a well brought up socialite girl. Maybe you've missed your calling."
Spook
"What Mouse is, is a dirty little piece of no account streetbrat trash, who doesn't even have the saving grace of being human. When she dies, hardly anyone will even remember who she was, or that she even existed. She's just been lucky then anyone should be." Christina's eyes narrowed. "She should have been dead long ago...but I got distracted with a few other cases. You think you're so very heroic with three kills to your name? I've cleansed the world of about fifty aliens." Christina watched the traffic move past the streaked glass of the phonebooth. "And each one always looked so damn surprised. Even the telepaths."
Isaac
"I get no pleasure out of killing," Isaac replied. "I'm not so arrogant as to think I have the right to decide who lives or dies. I have only ever killed in self defence. What you're doing is lowering yourself even below the level you place aliens."
Spook
"Y'all don't call the farmer arrogant when he shoots the fox that steals his chickens, do ya?" Christina was getting bored. "You aliens...you come in here, take the place of humans and you wonder why we get upset, maybe just a tad. At least we're getting some powers too. One day we'll be strong enough to hunt y'all down and dispose of you like the scum you are. And I *know* I'm better then any alien. Don't depend on tricks to back me up. Incidentally, how;s the wolf?" She skipped tracks. "The drug was a bit experimental...did he die? Research, you understand."
Isaac
"Interesting anology," Isaac replied. "But there are some problems with it. Number one, Man is the biggest threat to this planet not foxes. The foxes are simply trying to survive in a world that humans are making unliveable just by existing. Humans cut down trees to make paper, and other such things, but do they plant as many of the same trees in turn? No. So now the world's natural way of filtering the air so we can breathe is being destroyed. Humans pollute the air, and pollute the water. You create things for the sole purpose of destruction. Actually, I've changed my mind. Maybe it is an apt analogy. You see, we aliens at least try to coexist with our enviroment, instead of destorying it. Much like our poor fox."
He paused for a moment then continued.
"You're own question proves my point. Fafnir isn't even an alien and still you try to kill him. Why don't you research something more productive. Like saving lives. You said so yourself: you've killed fifty aliens, I've killed two humans. You call me scum? Well, it takes one to know one."
Spook
"I didn't want to kill the damn wolf." Christina rolled her eyes. "I only go after aliens. That's it. I just wanted to know if the drug reacted negatively with his system, seeing as how I did design it with Ka'Millians in mind. And the cat I'm really sorry about." She did feel bad about that. "That was an accident. I happen to like animals...just not the ones that try to rip out my throat. The wolf is one of the reasons Mouse kept dodging me all these years. After a while, you tend to get inside the mind of your prey...he kept her style different. Made it more fun."
Isaac
"Fun?" Isaac repeated. "Girl, you have issues. What kind of sicko finds killing fun? Well, I suppose it takes all types to make up a world, but I mean, c'mon, surely the world in general would be so much better without genocidal maniacs running loose."
He sighed, then continued:
"And I don't think I'm going to give you the satisfaction of knowing how the drug effected Fafnir," he grinned. "Wouldn't you agree that life is so much more interesting with a little mystery. For example, you don't know who you're talking to. What's my name? What's my power? Heck, for all you know I'm a technokinetic and, at this very moment, am tracing your call. On the other hand, maybe I'm not. And to quote The Three Musketeers "I do like a good adventure"."
Spook
"I'm a hunter. I enjoy the hunt...chasing my targets, tracking 'em down, getting inside their heads and learning their movements...hell, you aren't my species. And if you can find me, I deserve to be caught. Been doing a damn good job of staying at liberty and fancyfree, no matter how many agents YIRAAS sends after me. I'm one of the oldest hunters in the business. If you see Leroy, tell him Spook sends her regards. And Tanya. They're still tracking me since my first hunt." Christina grinned. "Maybe one day, they'll be looking up the wrong end of my rifle. And boom. Byebye." She chuckled slightly.
Isaac
Isaac put the phone down, his face grim.
This was defintely not good.
Spook
Chritina put down the phone and humming, set out to go back to Mexico and her little business investment. That talk had given her a few ideas. Why the hell should she settle for 2.5 million? Maybe she could get more.