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Angel S:1E:5 "Anguish" By G.M. Shephard Copyright 2012 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Episode 5 "Anguish" "Here you go ma'am," the clerk said as he handed me my room keys, the whole time while staring at me. "You will be on the top floor, room 3725. I managed to get you a room with a splendid view of the mall." Twelve years of this is going to drive me insane, Buster here thinks all I wanna do is shop like a chick. "Thank you, but I am not too into shopping," I said politely. The clerk started laughing, "No ma'am, the National Mall. There aren't any shops there, it's where you can visit the Washington Monument, The Lincoln Memorial, the Vietnam Memorial, The Smithsonian." "Oh duh, I knew that," I thought to myself. "Of course I know what the Mall is, I was just being sarcastic." "A joke, hahaha," The clerk said, "nice delivery, you had me thinking you were a typical blond for a sec." "Great recovery there Michael," I said to myself, as the clerk waved for the bell hop. "Jimmy will help you with your luggage," Jimmy, a young black kid about eighteen and wearing a typical burgundy bell hop uniform, approached me with a luggage cart offering to take my luggage. "Um, it's ok, I don't have any bags." The two exchanged strange looks and grinned as I grabbed my keys off the counter and walked towards the elevator bank, wondering the entire way, what the looks were all about. "Thank you Miss Shifley." the clerk sad aloud as I walked away. "I gotta get rid of that name," I said shaking my head. If it weren't for the fact that Megan would be calling asking for a woman by that name, I would have checked in under any name other than that. I was never known for spending unnecessary money on hotels. Where ever I was traveling to, I was usually actively exploring my travel destination and would rather spend the excess money on site seeing or expensive dinners, rather than a fancy room. Up until now, I thought spending well deserved money on a luxury bed and shower was ludicrous, but it's been a long journey for me, and my life has been turned inside out, so for the next few days, I thought I could use some time to unwind emotionally and treated myself to a little bit of luxury. It has only been two weeks since returning from space. In order to undue my failure, I switched to the other team giving up my manhood for the power of a god. Now the two girls I love the most, the ones I made this sacrifice for, are missing. It's a lot for a man to have to deal with and some well deserved R&R was in order as I waited to hear any news from my friend. Lying on the bed my blond hair draped all over the pillow, I stared up at the ceiling. Still wearing my new black overcoat to hide the fact I was wearing a mishmash of clothing unsuitable for a funeral at which the President of the United States gave the eulogy, I thought maybe a trip to the mall, the actual shopping mall would be in order. My attempts to find something appropriate to wear failed, finding a panted business suit in the short time I had before the funeral was impossible. Not many places I tried had pants to fit an amazon woman, all requiring a couple weeks notice to custom make a pantsuit. It had been about a week that I finally managed to sleep for a couple hours, and now I was finally feeling tired again. I took off my boots and coat and threw them on the other side of the king sized bed. Not stopping to remove the bead spread, fell backward on the bed, legs draping over the edge. My sharp vision scanned the cottage cheese in the ceiling trying to assign familiar shapes to the patterns imbedded in the stucco as my eyes grew heavy. Giving in, I shut them only to open them a few minutes later finding the room was considerably darker. Out the window, the Sun hung low in the sky and I knew at once I had slept longer than I thought. "How long was I out?" I wondered as I looked at the clock near the phone. The red digital numbers of the clock reported nearly four hours had gone by. So far it was the longest sleep I have had yet, but that short nap was enough to rejuvenate me for the next week. I sat up and got out of bed, my bare feet digging into the soft carpet of the luxury suite. The rather spacious room contained a small kitchenette, wet bar, a couple couches, a large bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi bath, as well as a balcony with a stunning view of DC's most iconic symbols. I had been to DC several times on PR missions for NASA, but due to training schedules, never had much time to soak in the rich history the city had to offer. I pulled the sliding glass door open and stepped out onto the balcony. A cool breeze hit me, although I knew it was not cool, rather a cold -18 degrees Celsius. My lack of feeling towards extreme temperature variations is going to take a long time to get used to. Most of those sensations were a warning signal in the brain that dangerous temperatures could threaten my body, but now the lack of receptors robbed me of experiencing all the seasonal changes had to offer throughout the year. So far, I have encountered temperatures exceeding 1,650 ?C as I re-entered the atmosphere. The ceramic tiles that made up the Orbiter's heat shield glowed red hot from the friction, but didn't even phase my body or the suit I was wearing. Now, wearing only a thin turtle neck and a pair of black lycra pants, I stood on the balcony in my bare feet without worry of freezing. I thought to myself just what limitations this body had, and what it's full potential was. It was then that I remembered that Kaaren left me instructions. The crystals she left in my possession somehow completely slipped my mind. There was unlimited knowledge at my disposal on one of them, knowledge to be used to better the planet, as well as myself. I made another mental note for when I return to the cabin, to unlock the secrets stored inside with the hopes I could see this body as a gift, rather than a curse. There were so many things I needed to learn about this new vehicle I was piloting. I was gifted at being able to fly anything I can get behind the controls of, but controlling Kaaren, was a little tricky. Space was easy, there were no forces like drag or gravity trying desperately to ground me like in the atmosphere. I peered over the balcony and saw the street 37 stories below. Cabs were blaring their horns trying to make it to their next destination. It was nearing sunset and the sunlight was bathing the clouds in a beautiful orange hue. The constant feeling of my body absorbing the radiation was diminishing. In about 30 minutes I won't feel the surging sensation until the morning. My body must store vast amounts of energy like a battery as I have flown at night and my abilities did not seem to be dependent on constant exposure to sunlight as I had thought. After my first attempt to stop the asteroid my power left me when entering into the shadow, but something else must have been the root cause of my sudden loss power, because upon my second attempt, I felt reduced sensations while hovering just outside remaining in the Sunlight. I stood there staring at the sun until the last fragment of the energy producing ball of burning hydrogen disappeared below the horizon. As I turned to go back inside, I looked to my left and found my self face to face with a couple bundled in thick cold weather clothes. Their noses and cheeks were rosy red and they were holding each other tightly as they braved the cold in order to savor the view of the city both locked in a dead stare towards me. Breaking the silence, the man said "Jeeze woman, you're crazy, you're going to catch pneumonia." Glad to be finally stared at for something other than my body, I realized I was drawing attention standing in this cold weather with no shoes or coat. Thinking a little faster, than I did in the cemetery, I replied "Oh, this, this is nothing, you should come to Canada where I am from, this is summer in comparison." Before they could say anything more, I threw a question their way to deflect the attention away from myself. "Where are you two from?" The woman blurted out, "We are from Orange County California, you know, where Disneyland is?" Why do people from Orange County insist on using Disneyland as a reference point to help the geographically challenged in the world, understand where Orange County is on a map? I didn't allow my pet peeve to get to me and asked a follow up question to keep them talking. I was mid sentence when my phone rang. Excited about the news about to come through the handset, I quickly excused myself and ran for the phone hoping not to miss the call. Fumbling with the phone, I put the hand set to my ear and answered. "Hello." "Phyllis?" I almost said no. "Um yes this is." I gotta ditch this name. "Hi, this is Dr. McCormack, we met today." Yes Megan, I know who you are. We spent a year together in a cramped craft likely causing Liz and Brad to wonder what we were doing up there. "Yes Megan, thank you for calling," I said getting a little casual with her. It was too late and couldn't take it back. She went through years of hard study to earn her M.D. in Pediatrics and PhD in Psychology. Woman had come far, but it was still a man's world and she had to work extra hard to excel in her fields. As part of her success she enjoyed being addressed by her hard earned title of Dr. by those outside her close circle. "Phyllis, can we get together? I am busy with ceremonies the next few days, but if you can extend your stay in DC, I would appreciate if you could meet with me. I won't keep you in suspense, so I will say it. No one I have talked to has seen Liz or Ashley." My heart sank. Where could she be? It's like she disappeared off the face of the earth. I certainly didn't give up my identity to come this far and find myself orphaned and trapped in a body that is alien to me in more ways than one. "Thank you for for asking around, it means a lot to me. I can extend my stay in the city, when would you be free to meet?" Megan and the rest of the Deliverance's crew would be subject to a fierce public relations tour meeting with the President, attending countless awards ceremonies and likely further debriefs in Langley. "Some time Friday, I will call you Thursday night and we can arrange a time to meet." I thanked her again making sure to use Dr. this time. "It's ok Phyllis, you had it right the first time, call me Megan." Relieved I could address my friend as I always have, I seized the opportunity. "Karen, call me Karen, only a few people I allow to call me by full name, Liz being one of them. To be honest, the name should have died out with my grandmother whom my mom named me after," Megan laughed. "Thank you, I needed that. Yes, not too many women your age have that name these days. Karen it is then, until Friday...And Karen, don't worry, they are likely just hiding from the press. The media can be a bunch of heartless demons. Don't let it worry you, they will be all right. See you Friday, take care." The bell inside the phone jingled slightly as I set the handset back in the cradle. I was sitting on the edge of the bed bending over, elbows digging into my knees with my legs spread wide open. I scolded Ashley many times for sitting in such a un-lady like fashion, now her father had better learn to sit properly if anything to keep prying eyes at bay. A huge panic attack was coming on. My face felt flustered and my heart was beating a mile a minute. I was beyond worried, now I was now terrified something terrible has happened to them. To make matters worse, I was stuck in the city for three days with nothing but time to entertain my worst fears. Getting off the bed, I headed to the bar, in desperate need for a drink. It was a week before launch that I had my last last drop. A casual drinker, I enjoyed a good drink and had my fun, but when training for another mission, there was no one more disciplined than me. The risks were too high to screw around with the lives that were at stake. One stupid move and people died along with one's career. The room had a mini bar with over priced mini bottles of liquor. My old friend was not among the crowd. My sense of depression was overcoming me, and this bar didn't have Jack. Feeling overwhelmed by anxiety welling up inside, I found my boots and slipped them back on my feet. My coat, keys, and some cash in hand, I went down to the lobby. Public Relations "Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States." Everyone stood as "Hail to the Chief" erupted from the nearby band. The President and First Lady entered the ball room taking place at the podium after shaking dozen's of well respected world leaders and rich business men along the way. He began another boring speech, just like all the rest, about the proud of the success of the mission. It was all a load of crap and all four were getting sick of hearing it. They were cast into the spotlight as political puppets used to help win future elections and generate national pride. Mitri was lucky not having to deal with the American Political Machine, but I knew his time was drawing near, where the Motherland would call him on his own propaganda tour. "Dr. Shephard, I hear you made some startling discoveries up there, I am eager to read your results in the journals when you publish them, hopefully soon." Eugene had no idea who was talking to him, but he replied as if he did. "Yes, if my data is correct, there are going to be some new elements added to that table. Very exciting results so far, but you are going to have to wait to read about it, I don't want to give anything away." "Can't wait," the stranger said patting his shoulder and walking off. Shephard leaned to and whispered to McCormack, trying to be respectful to the President as he spoke. "This sucks, I could be in my lab right now actually working to further science, and instead, Uncle Sam is parading us around as if we were some kind of showpiece. We're scientists, not objects in some political show." Megan couldn't agree more, if only he knew what it was really like. "I agree, I can't wait to get out of here myself, I have better things to do." Shephard put his hand on McCormack's shoulder. When they returned, she had expected him to be bitter and angry for tranquilizing him, but when he awoke back on the ground, safe and sound, he seemed like a changed man. They had a long talk where he expressed his deep regret for being an asshole. "I know we aren't supposed to talk what transpired while we were all on the threshold of death, but now I see life from a different perspective. I'm suddenly grateful for the second chance I have been given, and believe something happened up there, something wonderful. For the first time, I feel alive." Collins stood as the President called his name and began walking to the podium to receive his recognition before the herd of reporters and cameramen. Him and Shephard also spent some time putting things behind them knowing full well the gravity of the situation was driving their emotions that almost led to a conflict. "Oh Shit, here goes night," Mitri blurted as Turner stumbled his way over to the table spilling his drink in the process. "Howdy heroes, mind if I join the elite, best of the best?" He started clapping and cheering loudly as Collins and the President Posed for the photojournalists of every major publication. Next it was Shephard's turn to make his way to the center spotlight stopping to shake hands with Collins as they met half way. As Collins returned to sit at the table, Turner started tormenting him. "Well well well, number 1, congrats hero. Let's have a look at that medal you're sporting. Bet you think you're hot stuff." Davis came over and helped Dwayne out of his seat escorting his commander out of the room under Thompson's orders. Thompson took a seat next to the crew apologizing for Turner's behavior hoping the bank of reporters didn't catch wind of one of his elite acting like prick. "Thank you," Megan said. "Did I miss something while we were away? Dwayne was always an ass, but when did he get upgraded to a hole?" "Well, don't worry about it, after tonight, you won't be seeing much of him." Megan stood to begin her slow walk to the stage as she her name was called by the President. Leaning down to quickly finish the conversation she asked, "You fire him?" The cameras were locked on her as they prepared to pan across keeping her center frame as she stumbled step by step towards the podium. "No, he resigned, he's going to work as a consultant for some aerospace company. Didn't say where, just that his las day was yesterday. He didn't want to say anything until after the funeral. The ceremony went on for several more hours complete with a $25,000 per plate dinner for the wealthy investors who had already invested a fortune into the operation. "Frank, can I speak with you a moment?" Thompson helped McCormack as they moved out into the hallway. "What's going on Megan, it everything all right?" He was concerned about the bone mass that she lost, it wasn't bad short term, but for a woman, it could lead to Osteoporosis which could be debilitating later in life. "I'm fine, I will be running again in no time. Look, it's not about me. Have you heard anything about Commander Owen's family. They weren't at the funeral, and no one I have spoken to has seen or heard from Liz in weeks." "I'm glad you mentioned that, because I noticed too today, that she was not around to accept her husbands flag. That did make me a little concerned. I tell you what, don't worry about it, I know a few people that are close to her. Let me see what I can find out and I will get back to you. In fact, do me a favor, reach out to Susan in personnel, I know they keep in touch, she probably knows where she is." Relieved that she was likely asking the wrong people, she thanked Thompson and started to leave. "Megan, thank you for looking out for them. I miss him. Between you and I, I like to think that really was him up there guiding you all home, I really do." "Same here, I owe him everything." She turned to leave again. "Megan, one more thing, I have a couple openings. I will let you be the one to tell him, you let Brad know I expect him in my office Monday morning about getting him on the active roster. I got word tonight, that we got a lot of new funding. We have an International Space Station to build and there will be countless missions in the next couple decades." McCormack left the room knowing her fame, just bumped her fiancee into the hole Turner left in the roster. She couldn't wait until tonight, when they were alone to tell him the news. Night Out. I stared up at the sign in front of my fifth bar, all the rest of which carded this young lass that looked about 20 years old, give or take a few. It's been ages since I was last carded and this city seemed ruthless with checking IDs. I had no identity and therefore no ID card so buying alcohol was suddenly a burden. "Nieuport 23," This had promise I thought walking inside. Sure enough, as I glanced around, my intuition was correct. The walls were covered in aviation themed decor with paintings of aircraft and actual airplane parts littering every square inch of wallspace. Only those who earned their wings would know that Nieuport 23 was a french WWI biplane manufactured by the Nieuport Company and not a street address. Who ever owned this place must know a thing or two about aviation to name it after an obscure French aircraft that would attract a pilot like me. Taking a seat at the bar, the young bartender, about twenty five years old, homed in on my blond hair and cute face and was on me in a second. Ignoring all the scruffy looking overweight politicians hitting the bar after sessions of congress, he came running over to make sure my order was top priority over all patrons that had been waiting for 10 minutes. Finally something good about being a chick. "What can I get you love?" Ugh, I am never going to get used to this. "Jack on the rocks please." A hand slapped the bar next to me causing a loud noise. Some disgusting looking man with a suit and and red tie on was scanning my figure bypassing all social etiquette. In a drunken slur he blurted out. "Now thats my kind of woman, eh Ralph?" Leaning his head towards his drinking buddy but keeping his eyes fixated on me. "Gotta love a broad that can drink JD. Me and Mr. John Daniel's go way back." He managed to find his own glass of Tennessee's iconic whiskey and held it up to salute me. I wanted to ralph myself. "John Daniel's?" I asked. "Well, when you have known him as long as I have Sugar, It's John." This guy was full of shit and reeked like a politician. "Really," I said as I leaned back on the chair, "must not be very good friends." "What the hell do you mean by that?" he replied pissed off at my questioning of his undying friendship to the black labeled square bottle. "Jasper, Jack is short for Jasper, not John. A true friend knows the other inside and out. Now buzz off." The surrounding bar erupted. "Hahahaha, you gonna take that from a chick." The equally repulsive Ralph chimed it laughing at his friend. The bar tender held up his hand wanting to hi five me. "That was very impressive." Basking in the moment feeling like I was a guy again partying with my friends on a Saturday night out, I gave him the courtesy and returned the five if anything but to feel normal again. Humiliated, the duo took that as a que to deprive me of their obnoxious presence and left to sit at a table in the corner. The bartender placed a glass in front of me, dropped a couple cubes and started pouring. The unmistakable sound of that dark amber liquid exiting the bottle was magic to my ears. "Seriously, that was awesome. Good to see a lady, who has some taste and the smarts to back it up. Besides, we have been trying for a while now to get rid of those two. You did in one minute, what we have been trying for hours to." The pour exceeded what I guessed to be 1 1/2 ounces. "And 10, and 11 and 12" the bartender said as he completed his count measuring 3 ounces. He placed the bottle back in it's rightful spot with the smoothness of a gunslinger holstering his weapon, all while keeping his eyes locked on me. "To my hero." He dropped a couple straws and positioned the glass in front of me in one smooth action. I reached into my coat pocket for some cash. "Please," he said. "It's it's on the house and I won't take no for an answer." I held up my glass as if to toast him. "Thank you very much," I said. "I'm Mike," he said as he reached his hand over the bar to shake hands. "Mike huh? Nice name, my name is Karen." I reached over to shake as I always do, but Mike gently grasped my hand lifting it high and rotated it so that my hand was on top. Giving a slight nod he said, "Pleased to meet you Karen." "HEY MIKEY." I turned my head as I heard the dreaded shortened version of my real name being called out. "When you get done getting that broad's phone number, ya think you can maybe muster up a little time in your day to get us another drink?" Mike excused himself and took to tending other patrons. I pulled the straws out the the glass and lifted the glass once again toasting my departed friends. "Kaaren, where ever you are, Godspeed." I said in a slight whisper, followed with a long draw. As the sour mash slid down my throat, I wondered if alcohol would even affect this impervious body. As more people returned from work, the bar started picking up. This was definitely a local's bar, everyone seemed to know someone. About two hours later, I was nursing what was left of my third double, feeling no affects that I hoped would have had me drunk by now. "You pouring that down the drain, or drinking it?" Mike, coming by to check up on me as he did every 10 minutes, asked. "Every drop." He looked at me in amazement. "Damn Karen, you look as if this were your first. Another?" "Sure, why not." I swallowed the last of the third. "Mind if I make you something special?" He held his hand up as if to stop any protest. "Hold on, give this a try." Before I could resist he had his shaker out, and was filling it with Jack, Grenadine and something else. He placed a martini glass in front of me, while mixing the cocktail together. Flipping the lid of with his thumb, he poured the red drink into my glass and topped it with a cherry. "One Jack Daniel's Metropolis. Jack, Grenadine, and Vermouth. The manliness of Jack Daniel's whiskey made sweet and poured into a sexy elegant glass." "Was I really being that obvious? Think Michael, think," I said to myself. I tried to tap into that sweetness Mike thought I had if for anything to show appreciation. After all, this drink did represent me more than he will ever know. I tried smiling, and took a sip. Surprisingly I liked it. The taste of the Jack was strong, but mellowed by the cherry flavor or the Grenadine. "Excellent, I love it." Mike smiled and left me on my own. The music started getting louder and people were dancing to Cindy Lauper. Several guys were getting fired up on beer and hitting on a group of girls dressed to kill. I was still wearing what I came to town in. Tomorrow, I figure, I will take some time and get me some real clothes. I hated shopping with Liz and would rather get a root canal than wonder aimlessly through the women's clothing section saying yes to everything she asked my opinion on. The amount of time I wasted waiting for her to try things on was staggering, who knew all that time I should have been taking notes. Besides requiring little sleep, I also did not need to pee often, maybe once or twice a day. I miss being able to sleep and pass time away, but not having to take a leak ten times a day is a gift, especially since I can no longer do the deed standing. I remember my first time and how humiliated I felt having to sit on the toilet. The alcohol had no affect on awareness, but was doing something to my bladder, and for some reason, I suddenly needed to go with greater urgency. I stood up and started making my way through the crowd getting many looks along the way. There were guys sizing me up wondering what heavenly treasures where under my coat, while others were likely thinking I was a tall freak. The doors to the bathroom were within reach when a voice called out. "Hey, Big Bird, where the hell do you think your going?" Clearly a stab personally directed at me, I stopped and turned seeing a group of girls standing next to each other locked in a dead stare up at me. "Line starts back there bitch." The woman in the middle wearing a pink spandex mini dress and a blue version of Michael Jackson's jacket pointed several girls back where the line began. She had an excessive amount of make up on and a typical 80's hairdo that looked like the sole tools required to style her hair were a paper clip and an electrical outlet. She was at least seven inches shorter than me. If she removed her pink shoes with four inch heels I would tower over her. "Oops, sorry about that." I apologized and got in the back of my first line for the bathroom thinking how much worse it could have been had I walked into the mens room, which was precisely where I was heading by mistake. Ahead of me, the girls were huddled together and giggling. They were whispering to each other and looking back up at me, clearly up to no good. I was about to eavesdropping with my super hearing, when they got silent. About ten minutes when by and I was second to next in line. My heart was pounding, I had never been in a women's restroom since I was a kid going in with my mother. My memories of those trips were deleted from memory long ago leaving me uncertain what to expect as I entered into virgin territory, the only place in this man's world, where women could truly call their own. I was next and it better be quick. I am sure if I could control my muscles down there, I might be able to seal the damn shut, but I couldn't figure out how to manipulate my new muscle groups. Finally, one of them came out. I stepped in leaving my old self behind and into a different world. What would I see? The one in pink with the attitude was at the mirror doing her make up. She caught my reflection in the mirror giving me a dirty look followed by a giggle. There were about 5 stalls and one handy capped on the end. Searching for an empty stall I nudged on the first door. It was locked. "This ones taken bitch." I tried each and every door, and all yelled back with some kind off expletive personally directed towards me. The girls were all giggling. Screw it, I used my thermal and scanned the remaining stalls. Petite little white silhouettes were all seated in the stalls except the handicapped. Finally, I hurried for the door and locked myself in. I turned to face the commode, and was horrified at the sight before my eyes. These women were evil. A week after I saved them from their doom, they were already back to their miserable selves. On the toilet, the seat was soaked in urine and other fluids I don't even want to mention. The floor was all around was wet from urine as if they all took turns squatting on the ground. They all erupted in laughter. "Need some paper Big Bird?" It was worse, I would have been better off having ran into the men's room and tried peeing in the urinal in front of a dozen guys. I would have been their hero, but this, this was humiliating and sick. To top it off, all the toilet paper and seat covers were gone. Time was running out and I had to go. I took my coat off and was about to waste a $200 overcoat, when I hung it up on the hook instead. I remember hearing stories of the filth of women's bathrooms and how women learn the art of hovering. Well I can hover too. I lifted my sweater, and pulled down my tights lifting myself a couple feet off the ground and assuming a seating position. Concentrating extra hard on controlling my flight, knowing full well the consequences of a crash landing, I locking into a tight focus and amazingly held steady. "Ok Commander, just like docking the Orbiter with MIR." Making slight adjustment I lined myself up over the disgusting toilet careful not to let my clothes fall. Satisfied I was lined up, I cut loose. The girls must have been expecting me to pee in the corner or go in my pants, because the moment they heard the water splashing in the toilet, the laughter stopped. Finished I got myself dressed again and stepped out to meet my tormentors. I fought tooth and nail to restrain my anger and rage. Alone, and the tormenters still hiding on their stalls, I stopped at each stall and twisted each handle snapping the bottom screw in the process and rotated it so the handle was now preventing the door from swinging inward. They were scared and stayed put as I repeated the process on each stall effectively trapping them while their own urine traveled from the handicapped stall, across their stalls and finally to the drain in the middle of the bathroom. After a quick wash at the sink I stopped at the door and smiled as. "Goodnight ladies," I said as I turned off the lights casting them into total darkness. There were a few in line that looked relieved seeing me emerge. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you," waving the air in front of my nose. "I was beginning to think you left," Mike said. My barstool was still vacant and my drink had a reserved sign next to it. "Crap, this guy has the hots for me or something." My mind thought as I gulped the rest of my drink down as quickly as possible while reaching into my coat for a $100 bill. Mike put his hands up refusing. "Mike, you have been great, but I have to go. This isn't for the drinks, it's for the bathroom." The girls came pouring out of the bathroom one of them yelling "Where's that bitch?" "Did you piss them off too? Oh man, I love you. Can I call you," he said as I hurried for the door. "Don't have a phone, but I'll be back." I lied as I took off, the angry formation of girls gaining on my six. Clearing the front door I ran out into the cold turning down an alley where I could fly away without being seen. In the cover of darkness I began my ascent and was a few stories up, when I stopped to watch as they turned the corner. Two having rushed out into the cold night without their coats abandoned the pursuit in favor of warmth. Pink and two of her friends proceeded into the alley after me. I never really knew just how evil women could be to each other until today. Men are such simpler creatures. After duking it out a few minutes, we are back to being best friends while we clean the blood off our faces. Women, on the other hand, seek to emotionally destroy their adversary over the most trivial misunderstandings. A simple mistake where they thought I was cutting in line, and they felt justified to act in such a vile manner. "What is the world coming too?" I thought as they started disappearing into the shadows losing visual sight of them. Back to infrared, I saw the three hot bodies walking down the alley. The noise of a can banging around startled me, as did the three. Two more white silhouettes appeared from behind the dumpsters. "Well well well, what do we have here? The sound of a man talking in a deep voice. "Oh shit, trouble," I thought. The two converged on the three girls who turned to run, but found themselves at a dead end. They were trapped. The sound of a switchblade opening reverberated off the walls of the alley. I really wanted something bad to happen to those girls, but this was not what I had in mind. Besides I swore to Kaaren that I would do good. I had to think of a way to diffuse these two without drawing attention to myself. I can't let anyone know I was some freak alien, especially after the girls all saw my face. "Wees gonna have a little fun tonight aren't we?" They were getting closer. I had to act. I dropped to the ground while staying in the shadows. The sound of another can crumpling as my foot crushed it caught their attention. The two spun around startled from the noise of something behind them. I could hear the faint sound of their hearts accelerating their beats per minute as they realized they weren't alone with their prey. "Takes a couple pretty tough men with knives to prey on some helpless women. Real manly," I called out from the cover of darkness. "You got quite a mouth on you, you bitch. Come get some." The sounds of another knife, this time a balisong. I could see the white shape manipulating the twin hinged handles that concealed the blade. A couple swishes later and the blade was ready for action. Back in the dojo, I did extensive weapons training and knew how to defend against knives. When I was twelve I was getting into trouble in school from moving around so often, My dad's friend from when he was stationed in Japan recommended I channel my energy in a more positive manner. He sent me to study martial arts under Take Sensei a 5th Dan in Aikido. I was immediately hooked and spent most of my youth getting thrown to the mat. By the time I was getting ready to join the Air Force, I was a 2nd Dan black belt myself. The art, emphasizing peace and harmony, taught me to control my emotions and seek peaceful ways to neutralize threats, whether verbal or physical. The beauty of the art is it doesn't require any strength, I simply use the attacker's momentum against them by blending into their attack and redirect their energy. It makes perfect sense to one who understands physics and the laws of motion. Many women signed up and were highly effective at the art as they were forced to learn the techniques right the first time, while men were sloppy, overcompensating in the strength department. "I can destroy these two creeps with no effort, but I will blow my cover," the beginnings of a scenario playing though in my mind as I prepared to defend my tormentors. A thought crossed my mind. If I apply my training to my newfound abilities, I could hide my speed and strength in my techniques and appear as nothing more than a martial artist defending herself. I stepped out of the shadow and let myself be seen by the two thugs. It was a day of firsts, my first time attending my own funeral, my first time getting hit on by a man, the first time going into a women's restroom, and now I was receiving my first wolf howl. I was getting tired of being seen as a sex object and I certainly wasn't going to take it from these two douche bags "Well hello pretty," Switchblade said in a deep raspy voice. The girls were confused as to whether they were happy or sad to see me. As long as the attention was on me and not them, they seemed relieved. The techniques were useless unless I had their momentum to work with. I needed them to attack me so I egged them on a little and went right below the belt. "What's the matter boys, have a little nub of a cock, the only way you can get laid is by forcing yourself on someone?" That did it, switchblade came lunging towards me thrusting his knife towards my abdomen. "You whore." Before his blade could connect I pivoted my whole body shifting out of the way of the attack and ending up on the right side as his knife hand continued forward stabbing nothing but air. As I executed the pivot, I grabbed ahold of his wrist and continued his forward progress leading him in a downward turn around my center. I squatted bringing the knife hand lower to the ground pivoting again, building momentum. As quickly as I led him downward, I stepped out of the center. Pressing my thumb against the back of his hand and reaching up with my other hand I pushed my open hand on the back of his. While keeping his hand centered at my midsection I reversed my stance by shifting my whole body using my hips to turn me. My compete mass was effortlessly creating torque on his wrist. If he didn't fall backwards or execute a break fall, his wrist was going to snap. We trained how to receive the techniques just as much as we trained applying them. The loud snap of the wrist told me he didn't know the ukemi for the perfectly executed kotegaeshi. He flew threw the air screaming in terror as this blond woman neutralized his attack barely using my super strength or speed. He landed hard on the cold pavement cracking his shoulder blade in the process. He was out of commission. The one with the butterfly knife was next. Enraged at what I just did to his friend, he ran up to me and swung his blade in an wide arch like a haymaker punch. Instead of moving away from the attack, I stepped into the attack. I brought both of my hands up. My left hand chopped to the elbow above his right hand stopping the attack in it's beginning before gaining any momentum. My right delivered a strike to the face, not to injure, but merely to distract. While he was worrying about getting his face out of the way, I seized the opportunity to secure his knife hand. Grabbing the wrist with both of my hands I pushed it into the air and away from me. Ducking under his armpit and stepping through, I pivoted my hips keeping his wrist at my center. I moved my right hand and pressed his hand towards his body, while my left hand applied pressure to the nerves in the wrist and held his elbow pointing upwards. The result allowed me to apply a lot of torque to the wrist that gave me complete control to move his large body anywhere I wanted. Pissed off he swung a hook at me with his free left hand. At this point I pinned his hand against my chest almost between my breasts and instead of using my arms to do the work I merely turned my whole body. As his punch came, I just twisted my hips sending ripples of pain up his arm forcing him to abandon the punch. The girls were laughing as my attacker was reduced to screaming like a girl begging to be let go. I let them have their fun for a few seconds, before putting an end to the it. Like I was holding a fishing pole I gripped his wrist tight with both hands and made a motion cutting through the air as I were overhead casting, forcing him to the ground. Pivoting one last time, I held on the the wrist with my left hand, chopping again to the elbow while stepping back and couple steps. He fell flat on his face with a wet thud. I pushed his arm up behind him and stepped in with me left leg to brace his arm against. leaning in, I torqued his shoulder effectively pinned his face and shoulders into the ice gold ground. A little bit of pressure and I could pop the arm out of the socket. I took the knife from his hand and manipulated the handles securing the blade. "Not so tough are we? ARE WE?" I yelled as he tried unsuccessfully to free himself from my grasp screaming in the process. "No," I finally forced out of his mouth. I leaned down and said, "Now, I can dislocate your shoulder, or I can let you go so you get help your friend here. If you think you can get the better of me, think again. Don't be stupid and you can leave with just some injured pride. What will it be?" "I wanna go home," he said on the verge of tears. I gave his hand a tight squeeze to show my seriousness, before releasing my grip and stepping back. His hand fell to the pavement. Slowly he got up and true to his word gathered his buddy and left down the alley. "Holy Shit, that was the fucking coolest shit I ever saw in my life. Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?" Pink was yelling as she tried to hug me. "Look sweetie, you're lucky to be alive. If it weren't for some miracle that happened a couple weeks, you wouldn't even be here right now. Be grateful for your life, because that's twice you almost lost it." I didn't give her a chance to reply, just turned and walked back out of the alley. My plan worked, my secret was safe. I was just some tough broad who knew some fancy moves as far as they were concerned. I reached the end of the alley when Pink cried out. "I'm sorry." As soon as I could, I found another alley and took to the sky. Higher and higher, I soared over the city and decided to take that tour of DC that I never had time for. To Be Continued.... please send feedback, questions, or comments to [email protected]