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The Human Crew was getting on her nerves. They were so childish, acting out of the jealousy that they had for the "mutants." She hated that name. It was created for the soul purpose of causing hurt in others. That was why she did her best to stay out of the way. She went to the meetings, but never sided with Sam or Zil. There was no reason to draw attention to herself. A sudden knock at the door made her jump.
"Trace! Open up!" It was Zil. If she wanted to keep her door intact, she should probably let him in.
"What is it?" She asked, sweetly, but with a hint of impatience.
"It's time to pick a side, Trace. Are you a mutant, or a normal?"
"Neither. Leave me alone Zil." Trace slammed the door in his face. A minute later the door began to shake. It cracked open as Zil and his buddies cracked it open one final time.
"Sorry Trace, but that isn't an option. Guys, grab her." Two of Zil's goons grabbed her arms and hauled her out to the truck.
"Zil, come on man. This isn't cool. Put me down. Put me down!" Trace screamed and kicked her captors. But nothing worked. They would not let go. She called and hollered at Zil but he just ignored her cries.
"See Trace? I told you I would get revenge. Maybe you should have been nicer, huh?" When Zil and Trace had been in school together, Zil had had a huge crush on her. Then again, so did most people. But no matter how hard he tried to impress her, she always pushed him away. She found it quite funny that he and Lance were friends, because for a while, she and Lance were dating. But now not even Lance would help her. If only there was another way, she would gladly take it. But of coarse she knew there wouldn't be. Trace closed her eyes to shield them from the bright light. When she opened them again, Turk and Antoine were no longer holding on to a small teenage girl, but instead a huge, ferocious, tiger.
"Sam! Sam!" Edillo called out to his friend.
Sam look tired. "What is it this time?"
"A new mutant has been found-" Sam interrupted him.
"First of all, great. Glad to hear it. But that doesn't concern me, and I'd like to know why I just had to know that? Second of all, don't call them mutants."
Edillo apologized. "But Sam, this newly developed power is greater than anything we've seen before- ever."
Even though he didn't want to admit it, Sam was intrigued. "Well don't just stand there, tell me what it is!"
Edillo lowered his voice. "Trace Malcolm has the power to shape shift."
Sam's jaw dropped. "But that means..."
"Yeah. She can be as small as a germ, or as big as the moon. Soft as a bunny, or in today's case, fierce as tiger."
"She turned into a tiger?" Edillo shot him a look like, 'Would I really joke about this?'
"I guess so. We need to get to her before Caine does. "
"And you're sure about this?" Caine asked Bug. "She can really shape shift?"
"Definitely." Bug replied. "I saw it myself."
"Hmm," Caine drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. "Drake, why don't you go get our friend and have a little talk with her."
Drake smiled his malevolent smile and flexed his whip. "Sure thing boss, but I'm going to need some insurance. Maybe an incentive to keep our little friend from changing into a fly and buzzing off?"
"Whatever you need to do."
"Great." Drake walked out to the garage and chose a black Mercedes, and drove out to Perdido beach. As he was on his way there, He ran into Zil. Zil opened his mouth to warn the town, but Drake coiled his whip around Zil's neck, and kept him from talking. "If you want to live, tell me where I can find little Tracey Malcolm?" It probably took most of his strength, but Zil finally managed to choke out her address.
"Man I wish you hadn't cooperated. Do you know how long it's been since Caine let me hurt somebody? Oh well, I'm in a hurry so I guess you're safe. But be warned, I will be back." Drake retreated his whip and got back in his car and drove off. He eventually got to her house. It was small, but surrounded by acres of land. It was so quiet and serene, Drake almost considered knocking. Almost. Instead he barged his way in through the already broken door, and looked around. Everything was too quiet. She must've heard him come in and hidden. But that was fine with Drake; he always enjoyed a little game of cat and mouse.
He walked into the den and checked all the corners. Not there. He went into the kitchen and checked all the cupboards. Not there. At first, Drake assumed she was taking the form of a small insect, but then he remembered Bug telling them that he saw a bright flash when she changed. He would have noticed a light like that. In the family room Drake noticed a picture of a small boy. I've got my insurance he thought.
He climbed the stairs and entered the first bedroom he came to. It was large, most likely the master bedroom where the parents slept. Drake stood quiet, not making a sound, but hearing one. It was a slight whimpering noise. Gotcha. He checked under the bed, but she wasn't there. He looked in the closet, but it was empty, other than a few worn clothes. Drake was about to think he had imagined the noise when he saw a small foot behind the bedside table.
Drake smiled and crept up behind her. "Boo!" he said, causing her to scream and leap to her feet. She started to glow, but he smacked her hard, disrupting her focus. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Drake said. "If you even think about shifting, I will hunt down everyone you love and make sure you never see them again. In fact no one will. Starting with him." Drake held up the picture of her little brother. "Got it?" Trace nodded her head weakly. "Good. Now come with me."
Instead of obliging, Trace planted her feet in the ground and did her best to look brave. "I'm not coming with you."
Drake laughed. "Oh you're funny. What, are you scared of me? Don't think I'll treat you well? Well I'll have you know that I am quite the gentleman. And a poet. Should I recite one of my favorite poems? Here goes. Roses are red, violets are blue. I've got a gun, get in the van!" he snarled. "And yes, you should be afraid."
