Author: Alexis Diamond PM
When a strange, almost alien girl shows up randomly and almost kills eight policemen, the entire city is thrown into an uproar. *NOTE* -/- means change in POVRated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Adventure - Chapters: 11 - Words: 31,643 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 08-23-12 - Published: 01-29-12 - id: 2992872
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"You guys couldn't even close my door?" Audeley asked Greene and Dacian as he walked up his driveway. After Goodlin had showed him the rest of the facility, he had given him a dart gun and left him with his thugs.
"Miss Black was spotted in your neighbourhood an hour ago." Goodlin told him as he placed the thin, silver pistol in his hand. "You may need this."
The gun felt heavy and unnatural, unlike the tiny, cold tools he usually used in his line of work. He held it awkwardly in his right hand, and switched it to his right as he reached his porch.
"I thought we had." Greene replied behind him.
Audeley pushed open his door, which had been hanging ajar about an inch, and turned back to the suited men a few paces behind him. "Yeah, well, I don't forgive you. There's probably some kind of racoon or rabid dog in here now."
Greene stepped in beside him and surveyed the dim rooms beyond. "That is highly unlikely."
Audeley sighed and stepped into his living room. He was just about to flick on the light when he noticed a large lump on his couch. His finger paused on the switch, and he lifted his gun. Great, he thought. He hadn't actually expected his sarcastic response to be true, but it looked as though some stray had decided to jump on his couch and infest it with fleas. Just as he flicked on his lights, the dog raised its head, and Audeley's knees dropped to a crouch as he realized that the head belonged to a human, not an animal.
Lying on his couch was a girl clad in bright green spandex. As light ignited the room, her head snapped up and her eyes flicked from the gun to the door behind him, ran all the way up his body and finally settled on his face. This fact disturbed him for some reason, but he didn't have the time to ponder what it meant because she then twisted into some kind of feline crouch amid the cushions and her eyes narrowed to slits. Audeley blinked.
He half expected her to growl at him or bare her teeth like a dog, but instead she did the perfectly normal, human thing and leaped off the couch. She landed a few feet away from his flat screen TV, feet spread shoulder-width apart, and arms held bent at her sides, like a ninja. It was then that he realized what was so off about her when the lights first came on. She hadn't blinked or shook her head to clear it from sleep or to adjust to the light. It seemed that her pupils didn't even dilate, and that she had snapped awake from her nap into a perfect defensive stance between darkness and light. Not very normal for a teenage girl.
"Samuel!" He shouted as her hands came up in an offensive pose and she sank further into her crouch- ready to pounce, ready to spring, ready to attack. He wasn't even aware of his actions as the trigger snapped under the pressure of his finger and darts flew out- one, two, three- and she lunged. Greene was suddenly beside him, gun leveled at the girl, but when he shot his dart, the girl didn't dodge it. She stumbled during her attack, Audeley leaping away and Greene calmly taking a step back, and the dart imbedded itself into her shoulder. She looked down at it with a kind of surprised, clinical interest before her stature wobbled and her knees gave out.
Miss Black hit the ground like a hunted deer, her head lolling back, mouth slacking open and eyes rolling into her head to show glassy, white slits.
Audeley was breathing hard and stayed in his crouch while Greene cautiously approached her and nudged her limp body with a shiny, black boot. He leaned into the wall behind him that he had apparently stumbled into, and tried to slow his jogging chest. Shock flooded him as he realized that there were four darts sticking out of her torso, not just the one that Greene had fired. He had shot her! He had caught the alien girl who had nearly killed 8 policemen!
Dacian entered the room and surveyed the scene with no emotion. He came over and stood beside Audeley while Greene pulled a sharp little phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. Without dialing, the call connected and he took a few steps away to converse.
"I shot her." Audeley said to the non-responsive Dacian. He stepped away from the wall and loosened his grip on the gun; it fell when his hands dropped from their outstretched position and hit the ground. He took another few steps and leaned down over the girl. She looked young- maybe twenty years old- and had beautiful, straight dark hair that splayed out in a reflective fan around her head, like a black halo. Her skin was very pale- pale enough to see the dark blue veins under her skin- and was not blemished by a single freckle or spot.
"She looks dead." He said as Greene came up behind him.
"She's just heavily drugged. Four darts contain enough sedative to take out a small bear."
"What if she overdoses? What if it's enough to kill her?"
Greene shook his head. "It's not." He stepped away from Audeley, bent behind him, and picked up his gun. "I was just talking to Goodlin. He's sending a car over here and some back-up." He pushed up his sleeve and looked at his shiny Rolex watch in that professional, Hollywood way. "It takes about 20 minutes to get to the ASAI. We may have to hit her with another dart before we leave, to keep her down."
Audeley felt the Biologist in him rise up to take the offensive. "Absolutely not. That's way too much sedative. This will be plenty enough to hold her down."
Greene stared at him for a moment, then shrugged and turned away. "Whatever you say, Doctor."
Audeley walked into his kitchen and studied the open fridge and food splattered around the counters and floor. He stepped over the crumbs delicately, trying not to make the mess even bigger, closed the fridge's door, and walked through to the adjoining room- his office.
This room was also a mess- papers flying everywhere from the draft coming through the open window, and filing cabinets pulled open. When he saw his files splayed out on his desk, he instantly panicked. His research! Hurrying over to the disaster, he lifted up papers and inspected the damage. After about five minutes of searching through his files, he allowed himself to breathe, and dropped into his chair. Nothing seemed to be missing. Everything was all right.
He gathered all the files and set them back into his cabinet, pushing it closed and hearing the satisfactory click of the lock sliding into place to protect all of his investigations. He stood up and closed the office door behind him as he walked back through the kitchen and into the living room. Dacian and Greene had disappeared again, leaving Audeley alone with Miss Black. He knelt down beside her and stared at her white face, completely devoid of makeup, but perfectly smooth and milky. Thus far, she seemed perfectly human on the outside. Tests would confirm if she was human on the inside.
A soft thumping noise brought his attention from the girl's pretty face to the environment around him, and he started when Greene and Dacian stepped back into the room.
"Your upstairs is clear, Doctor. It seems she stayed on the main floor. She probably stumbled upon your house, entered it unnoticed, ate something, and then fell asleep."
Audeley shook his head. "She didn't eat anything. And she wasn't sleeping." He ran his hand along her cheek, and lifted her lip to bare sharp, white teeth. "See? There's no food in her teeth, or around her mouth." He let go of her face and spread his arm to the damage in the kitchen. "Everything was just thrown around, but she didn't eat anything. My office was a mess too, but she didn't take any of my files."
Greene narrowed his eyes, and looked down at the girl. "But, Doctor, why would she just stage a mess, if not to gain something from it?"
Audeley shook his head and once again let his eyes caress her gentle face and tight figure. "I don't know, Samuel. I just don't know."
Goodlin and his men arrived shortly after, and began the studious task of photographing each room that she had been in, and cleaning up the mess. They brought in a gurney and despite her strength, it seemed that Miss Black was only just over a hundred pounds and it was very easy to load her into what looked like a black ambulance.
Goodlin walked over to Audeley and slapped him on the back. "Well done, my friend! I hear you've got quite the trigger finger, eh?" He mimicked firing a gun six times in the air with the hand that wasn't busy hitting Audeley on the back. "Play a lot of video games when you were a kid, I suppose?"
"Uh, it was just luck, I guess." Audeley shrugged out of Goodlin's embrace, and stepped out of the way of a few men in black suits, identical to Greene and Dacian. They all wore black ties and shiny boots, Rolex's and sunglasses- despite the fact that it was nearly ten o'clock at night. The only thing that convinced Audeley that the dozen men swarming through his house weren't clones was the colour of their hair. One bright shock of red stood out among the men who were also conveniently all the same height, about six feet tall.
"Who else is on this case?" Audeley turned back to Goodlin once he had finished his assessment of the men in black.
"What do you mean?" Goodlin narrowed his eyes.
"Well, surely I can't be the only specialised doctor who will be testing her? There must be others."
"Ah, sharp one, aren't you?" Goodlin walked over to him, and was about to slap him on the back again. Audeley stepped out of his reach and stood beside his couch. "Here, have a seat." Goodlin sat down on his couch amid the suited men and pulled out his blackberry. "Sit, sit." He gestured to Audeley.
Audeley sat, a bit annoyed that he had been offered to sit on his own chairs. Goodlin stared down at his phone, and began reading names.
"Dr. Kinas, odontologist; Dr. Reyes, psychologist; Dr. Richards, neurologist-"
"Ok, so how many in total will I be working with directly?"
Goodlin scanned his screen. "About six. If she is indeed an alien, then we will of course call in others, or if there is something else wrong with her... or something. We have a large list of names, the best of the best, of course, who will be assisting you, but you will be our main doctor. Also, all the scientists in the ASAI will also help. We have a few specialized doctors, Linguists and geologists, and of course they are all history buffs."
"Well, of course. The majority of scientists in the extraterrestrial world believe that aliens came to us a long time ago, and influenced many religions and cultures. They say that there is a lot of 'proof'," Goodlin make quotation marks in the air around the word 'proof' and rolled his eyes. "in the bible that E.T's came to us and 'showed us the way'. They are actually very common in today's language, although you would know them as angels."
Audeley leaned forward, unable to stop his curiosity from allowing Goodlin to control the conversation. "Angels? You're saying that angels are actually aliens?"
"No, I'm saying that that is a very popular theory. And of course, with all theories, there is plenty of evidence to support it, but there is also a lot of evidence against it. For example, the bible was originally written in Hebrew and Arabic, and other ancient languages which has thus been translated into English and many other languages. Translations are never exact, and many words that are similar but not identical have been used in place of others, not to mention the many different versions of the bible- King James Version, N.I.V, The Message."
"So, you don't believe that they were angels?"
"No. I believe that angels were servants of a very powerful being. Translations always leave me skeptical, and I try not to fall into the trappings of poetical curiosity."
Audeley wondered what he meant by that, but decided not to ask. He opened his mouth to comment when the red-haired man came beside the couch and cleared his throat. Goodlin looked up and grinned. Again.
"Pete, what can I do for you?"
"The ERV is ready sir, and Miss Black is strapped down. It is time to take her in."
Goodlin clapped his hands. "Ah, wonderful!" He stood up and walked out of the room without another word to Audeley. Left alone with half a dozen suited men who ignored him and continued snapping pictures and cleaning up his kitchen, Audeley followed after Goodlin and found him on his front step.
"David, come now, you can ride with me and Miss Black in the ERV. The rest of the men will leave in their cars once they're done." He pointed to four shiny, black BMW's.
The ERV, emergency response vehicle, Audeley assumed, was large and boxy with the back doors open to reveal what looked very much like a high-tech ambulance. Miss Black was laying on the gurney with thick, dark grey straps holding down her arms, legs and torso. An IV was attached to her left arm, and there was a black bench attached to the wall beside her. Everything was shiny, smooth, and black. Whoever created the ASAI must have been either very professional or color blind, Audeley thought.
He climbed in after Goodlin into the car and sat down on the black bench. A suited man closed the door behind him, and as they shut, thin, long blue lights snapped on above them along the roof, giving the area the eerie feeling that they were underwater. The engine started and with a slight jerk, they were moving.
His eyes again found their way to Miss Black, and he studied her odd body again. Her green jumpsuit, turned a dark aqua from the lights, was very tight and caressed her every curve and muscle along her body. Her boots laced up her shins and had a cushiony, almost shock-like heel to absorb strong impacts. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Her suit seemed to have no zipper, or button or string to tell how she got it on. Everything about her was a mystery.
"So, what observations have you made about our dear Miss Black?" Goodlin asked, noticing him staring at her.
"She seems human on the outside," He said. "Her behaviours are almost feline and animal-like. Her clothes are synthetic and efficient at keeping her strong and flexible. Her actions seem to have no purpose, and yet I can't help but wonder what she is gaining from doing all that she does."
Goodlin turned his eyes to her. "What do you mean?"
"When she was first spotted, trying to get into that woman's garage...why? Why did she want to get into her garage? Was there something she wanted in it? And when the police came, she just seemed to give up her attack, and was trying very hard to just get away, because she had been spotted. Like you said, a secret agent would kill them and then confiscate the video tapes, and she wouldn't allow any bystanders to watch. So then, why do it?"
"I believe that maybe if she is not an alien, the only other possible explanation would be that she is a part of some sort of testing facility that she escaped from. Now, she is lost with no recollection of where she came from, and she is just trying to discover who she is."
Audeley nodded. The idea had passed through his mind many times, but it had seemed so... Hollywood. He often let movies get the best of him, but in real life, especially after embarrassing himself in front of Greene and Dacian the first time they met, he tried not to allow those plots and characters reveal themselves.
"Well, that seems like it's too movie-ish, don't you think?"
Goodlin laughed, causing Audeley to frown a little bit. "Oh, David, where do you think the movies get their ideas? From real life instances! The world is a very big place, and there are many places where a 'secret lab' could be stashed. Human experimentation is not an ancient torture, and especially today with our technology and history of espionage, many people probably are and have tried ways to enhance the human DNA to be smarter, faster and stronger."
"Oh." Audeley turned from Goodlin, annoyed to have been bested again, and continued his observation of Miss Black. He usually didn't mind if people were smarter than him- but Goodlin was smarter than him in a belittling way, about things that Audeley didn't think were very important. It was unnerving to be thrust so suddenly into a strange world in which you are completely ignorant, and then to be expected to know all the answers. Goodlin seemed to expect him to be a genius, and when he proved to be anything less, he shoved it back into Audeley's face.
"What are you seeing now?" Goodlin leaned over Miss Black, seeming to interpret Audeley's actions as interest in the patient, when really it was disinterest in conversation with him.
Audeley tried not to sigh. Couldn't this man sit in silence? His eyes roamed the girl quickly, trying to pick one of the many strange things about her that he could explain quickly and easily. "She has no sun spots or tan or freckles. It would appear that she's never been in the sun before."
His head continued to spin as he reached out and opened her left eye with his finger, looking in to see if her pupils dilated. He almost gasped, and stood up to lean over the girl so as to see her better.
"What? What do you see?" Goodlin asked, excited.
Audeley didn't reply, too focused. Miss Black's iris was entirely black. Not dark brown or navy blue, but black. Darker than he'd ever seen, ever think possible. "Do you have a flashlight?"
Goodlin began searching behind him, while Audeley leaned in closer to her face. He could just barely make out the line of the pupil, marble black versus starry black, and only when he had leaned in so close he could feel her breath on his face.
"Here." Goodlin put a thin cylinder into his outstretched hand breathlessly, and sat back down. His excitement was almost tangible, it was floating in the air.
Audeley clicked on the light and shone it into her eye. Her pupil shrunk very small. That was normal, he thought. Great. He let go of her left eyelid, and repeated his exercise with the right. It again responded by shrinking. Good. He leaned back and clicked the light off, sat on the bench, and began tapping his fingers against his thigh as he thought.
"What did you see?" Goodlin asked again, not recognizing Audeley's need for quiet.
"Her irises are black." He murmured quietly, fingers increasing their tempo.
"Why do you think that might be? It that humanly possible?"
"Maybe. I don't know." His fingers stopped tapping, and he began spinning the flashlight across his knuckles and through his hands. It was long, thin and silver, the same size and weight as a pen, and it was easy to flip it back and forth. He stared at it as he often did with a pencil when he was stuck on a question and let the twisting image unravel the tangle of his thoughts. There had to be a way, he told himself. There was always a solution; anything could be possible.
They spent the last ten minutes of the drive in silence, Goodlin finally respecting Audeley's need to think, and took to staring at the flashlight dancing around Audeley's fingers. The answer was slowly taking place in his mind, but he was in no mood to share his thoughts. Tests would confirm his thinking. Thoughts of medications and raw diets were flashing through his head, and for a moment, he forgot where he was as he and Goodlin gazed at the flashlight flipping through Audeley's long fingers. It was only when the ERV slammed to a stop that his head snapped up and he caught the light in his right hand.
"We're here!" Goodlin announced. Thank you, Captain Obvious. He jumped up in an energetic manner that Audeley did not share, and pushed the doors open. It seemed that they had pulled into a back entrance, below the main building. Audeley stepped out, and looked around at his underground-garage-like surroundings. Again, everything was black, and there were two large, steel doors across from them. Four other ERVs were parked here, as well as about ten BMWs and a collection of jeeps, limos, vans, and random cars and trucks. They were all black.
Four lab technicians rushed forward in green scrubs to unload Miss Black from the vehicle. Audeley watched as they unsnapped the gurney legs to their normal length and rolled her out onto the floor. Goodlin walked them to the large, steel doors, Audeley trailing along nervously and waited as Goodlin punched in a code, and got his hand scanned on a screen identical to the other doors. The door opened with a gasp that reminded him of a fridge door opening, and they walked into a long, white hallway. Goodlin paused ahead, and let the gurney crew pass so he could walk beside Audeley. The technicians scurried past them down the hall and opened a door on the right.
"We are about three floors down." Goodlin said as they passed the crew who had stopped to load the gurney onto the stair-rails. The door they had opened was curved and opened directly onto the staircase. Audeley hadn't noticed it before. "They'll take her to the holding tank and set her up with proper sedatives and an IV drip to monitor her levels. Once she wakes up though, we'll have Dr. Reyes, the psychologist, talk to her. Unless if you want to talk to her first?"
Audeley thought about it, and suddenly realized how much he really wanted to talk with the strange girl. He nodded, as the desire spread through him. Goodlin's energy was contagious, he assumed, and now he couldn't wait for Miss Black to wake up. "Yes, I would like to. You'll have to get a translator though, in case she can't speak English, or if she doesn't want to. When, do you think? Tomorrow?"
Goodlin nodded with a huge grin. "Yes, yes, that would be just great." They had reached the end of the hallway, and Goodlin used his key card-code-handprint magic and they entered a different staircase, one made from metal instead of stone, and didn't spiral. It was a normal one that if you looked down, would form a rectangle in the central, open space between the rails. They walked up it for a few levels, and when they reached the top and Goodlin opened the door into the main, large discussion room, Audeley almost burst out in song. Fortunately for him, he didn't need to make a big fuss over finally being able to get away from Goodlin. As soon as they stepped into the large room, all the scientists who had been busily whispering to each other in an excited, beehive fashion suddenly began clapping and standing up. Audeley and Goodlin walked down the central aisle, Goodlin with a huge smile plastered on his face, and Audeley looking around widely in a bit of fear. What the?
A few scientists came over and slapped him on the back, and soon a chant began. "David! David! David!" They shouted, and Audeley soon realized that they were cheering on his capturing Miss Black. Then he smiled.
In a few moments, it was all over. They walked through the large room and reached the front door on the end quickly. The cheering finally died down, and Audeley turned and gave a goodbye wave to the people. They loved it, and the cheering jumped to life again.
Goodlin took his arm, and pulled him outside quickly, to prevent any more noise, Audeley assumed, and closed the door behind them as they stepped out into the early morning air. Audeley caught a sneak peak at Goodlin's watch and saw that it was nearly three in the morning. Fantastic. Though, despite the late hour and his annoyance at Goodlin, his success did feel good and Audeley allowed himself to smile.
"I would offer you a bed here, but it seems you've turned into quite a celebrity and, well, your bed is probably much more comfortable then a hospital gurney."
Audeley shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. You can call me if anything happens, like if she wakes up and tries to escape or something. What time should I drive over? Seven?"
Goodlin shook his head. "Naw, you can sleep in. I'll send a car for you at like, ten. Sound good?"
Audeley nodded, and as if on cue, a BMW rolled up to the curb, shiny black length flashing in the light of the streetlamps. He started walking to the curb, away from the ASAI, waved to Goodlin, and wondered how on earth he was going to sleep well enough tonight to be ready to interrogate Miss Black tomorrow. His mind was racing and he felt wide awake. Nothing could disturb him when he was in a work buzz, not even tired eyes. He could sleep tomorrow. Tonight, he was falling back to his old high-school friend to keep him occupied till morning.