Signs
Ch. 1: Meeting Lady Thrax
A/n: M. Night Shyalman rules! Mel Gibson's cute! I'm really weird! I'm also pissed at Fox for killing Muldar on the X-Files! They always kill off the hot guy! And why the heck did they make Scully's baby an alien? What happened to the cute lil' aliens? I'll shut up now. The theories that I have are really mine. I'm studying to become a paranormal investigator.
Dib sighed as he walked along a cold, dark street in Washington state. He was there for one reason. He was to meet a contact from the Swollen Eyeball who was a native of the state. He heard that there had been a mess of paranormal activity in the state. Bigfoot sightings, Poltergeist activity, UFO sightings, and crops circles were some of the many cases reportedly being said from thousands of state residents. Crop circles and UFOs were a real rarity in this state, but it did happen. Dib looked at the note he was given and read it silently to himself.
"Walk north until you reach a heavily wooded area. Stand near the side of the road. Codeword: Kasper Hauser."
All too soon, Dib found himself were he needed to be. He stood were the note said to, then whispered the codeword.
"Kasper Hauser."
A figure stepped out underneath a street light. The figure was tall and slender. She spoke in a low, yet feminine voice.
"Good work, Agent Mothman, you found me." she said. Her skin looked chalk white what with all the black she was wearing. If he didn't know better, Dib would have mistaken this girl for a Mafia hitman. She wore a long black trench coat, and a black fondora hat, Dib thought she was a gangster movie fan or something. She smiled at him, Dib realized that this girl could be no older than 14.
"No, Agent Mothman I'm not with the Mafia." she said, she cleared her throat and impersonated an Irish accent.
" 'The life we choose is the life we lead'. Naw, I'm not with any Irish Mafia, or any Italian Godfather. I'm just strictly with the Swollen Eyeball. Name's Lady Thrax." she extended her hand. Dib shook it, he had never seen eyes so dark as hers.
"First off is a crop circle." Lady Thrax said.
Dib looked confused.
"A crop circle?" he repeated.
Lady Thrax yawned, she looked like she hadn't slept in a long time.
"Yep. Gees, the folks at the Swollen eyeball have been keeping me up since all this stuff's been happening, I'm the only member in the state."
Dib yawned as well.
"How long has this been going on?" he asked as the two of them walked down to a farm house.
Lady Thrax shrugged.
"About two months." she said.
Dib was shocked.
"You'd better take it easy." he said.
Lady Thrax 'phft' loudly.
"I'm fine, I've just been havin'- the coffee flow and been takin' pep pills. I'll manage."
Dib shook his head.
"This is insane! They can't do this to you." he went on.
"They can and they did. Every single paranormal society I've joined has been keepin' me up and running. I'm not some sort of John Nash genius. I'm a paranormalist. I'm a believer in some fields, a skeptic in others. My friends all want to know about my work, my boyfriend however, is a realist. He doesn't want me to 'preach my crazy notions' as he puts it. I'll show him, I'll show them all." she said.
"Now, I won't laugh at your theories or say that mine are right, but what do you think crop circles really are?" she asked.
Dib shrugged.
"I've never really- put a thought into it. I think it's some sort of igneous code that humans are just too foolish to break." he said. Lady Thrax nodded, acknoliging the theory. She put a hand to her chin and walked around the largest circle. She examined the sides.
"Burns marks. No real damage done, just some minor burns. It can't have been hoaxed. It's too perfect. Besides, hoaxers wouldn't burn the sides of the crop. I've seen how it's done, I used to make 'em in the back of my great grandmother's farm in Wyoming at Halloween. Me and my dad gave her a good scare. But-" she dusted off some of the scorched plant fiber, leaving an odd colored residue on her fingers. She looked at her hand as though she were transforming into some sort of horrible creature.
"....But this- I can't explain. I belivie that crop circles are just the imprints of the burners when the ships take off. This soot proves it. I only need to know why they're here..." she said.
"In all my years of work, stuidng, proving and disproving theories. Everyone in my family supports my work. Except one." she said, she seemed to be speaking with self loathing now.
Dib wanted to know more about this girl. He stepped into the circle beside her.
"Who doesn't support you in your studies?" he asked.
Lady Thrax sighed, she must have had a Celtic background in her, for she seemed to whisper Celtic songs when she worked.
"My grandmother. You see, I became fascinated with the paranormal when I was a young girl. I'm a target for poltergeist activity. The earliest thing I remember- I was three. My mother, myself and my aunt were watching TV. We saw a pair of scissors float above the table I was next to. It was in my grandmother's house. That's where the poltergeist is. I want to find out what he wants, but I'm forbidden to use an Ouja board, they're against my religion. I try to talk to the visitor, but he never wants to talk. I'll right down questions for him, but they remain unanswered. I call him Phil. Phil's favorite thing is to knock candles off the fireplace mantle. But of course, he always stop when I tell him to. We'll be stopping by there later, it'll be scary. That house is very frightening at night when you're by yourself. I can't be in that house alone. But, I'm never alone, there's someone in that house that I can't see, even when there is no other physical person there besides myself." she said.
Die listened intently. He was fascinated with Lady Thrax. A hard-core paranormalist. And she was only 14.
"Everyone on my mother's side of the family has had an experience with the supernatural. For me, my aunt and my mother, it was the floating scissors. My great grandparents claimed to have smelled bigfoot. My grandfather has met angels. I've seen both ghosts and angels. I've seen UFOs. I've even seen the Mothman, your namesake. Do you want to hear a real ghost story?" she asked Dib.
Dib nodded. He wanted to know everything that Lady Thrax had seen, had known.
"A long time ago, my great uncle Kenny was killed in a car crash. He left behind a wife and two sons. One of the sons was two years old. He was playing in his crib. Uncle Kenny's wife was about to open the door, because the child was laughing. She heard the baby say 'more tickle Daddy! More tickle!'.." Lady Thrax's voice cracked as though she was trying not to cry.
"She opened the door and no one but the child was there. I guess Uncle Kenny just wasn't ready to say goodbye. My grandmother never wanted to tell me. She hates it when I start studying the supernatural. She says I end up getting demonically possessed. I'm not going to get into the spirit contact BS. It's real, but I know better then to toy with demons." She pulled a beaded chain out of her pocket. It was a rosary.
"I take this with me on every case I go to. It helps relieve my fears."
A rustling sound made them both jump. Lady Thrax pulled out a gun.
"Who's there?!" she called into the night.
"I am a paranormal investigator for the Swollen Eyeball society, you will make yourself known!" she said cocking back the hammer on her gun.
"Is that thing real?" Dib asked.
Lady Thrax's hand shook.
"Stun gun." she whispered. Her breathing increased.
"I warn you, I am armed! If you fail to identify yourself-what ever you may be- I will be forced to use my firearm."
Dib looked rather impressed.
"What, are you with the Men in Black?" he asked.
"Please, the aliens they've got in NY are all a bunch of fakes. I went down there to check it out, load a bull, that is." she said. The rustling sound came nearer. Lady Thrax spun around, a flashlight in one hand, her stun gun in the other.
"All right, you asked for it!" she said. She pulled the trigger, sending a bolt of light into the crop. A horrid sound, like fifty people screaming at once filled the paranormalists' ears. A huge creature took of into the air and turned to face them. Dib stared opened mouthed.
"The Mothman.." he whispered.
"I never thought it was real."
Lady Thrax fired another shot at the creature. It screamed at her again, before falling to he ground. Dib ran over to it.
"You killed it!" he said.
Lady Thrax brushed her hair out of her eyes.
"I stunned it, kid. Stunned." she said.
She approached the creature as calmly as she would a furry little rabbit. She bent down near and looked at it's wings.
"Amazing. And to think that this-" she stopped as the creature suddenly snapped awake and grabbed her by the throat. She looked terrified. Her mouth trembling- trying to mutter something.
"H-help me!" she whispered to Dib.
"Please, don't let it kill me." she whispered.
Dib didn't know what to do. He saw the monster's bright red eyes, drilling into Lady Thrax's dark green ones. The light soon blotted out the color of her eyes.
"What do you want with me?" she whispered to the creature.
The Mothman turned her hand palm foreword. It then took her hand. Lady Thrax winced in pain. The creature set her down, then flew off into the night. Dib ran up to Lady Thrax who was now sitting in the crop circle. She was looking at her hand like she did with the soot from the crop circle. But now she had a reason. A strange symbol was burned into her flesh.
"What does this mean?" she asked.
"The cryptzoologists never mentioned anything about this." she said.
Dib looked at her hand. The mark looked like an oblique letter S with lines through it, the lines connecting at the top.
"There is only one person would know." he said.
"Zim. He-"
Lady Thrax put up a hand to silence him.
"I've followed the case on Zim for a while. I've been keeping tabs on the information you've given us. I'm the only one who believes. Zim is here, you know."
Dib looked confused.
"What? Why would he be here?"
Zim krept out from the field. He grabbed Lady Thrax's wrist, turning it behind her back.
"Because you're far too inquisitive about me to remain among the living." said the alien, pulling he's own gun out on the two paranormalists.
Ch. 1: Meeting Lady Thrax
A/n: M. Night Shyalman rules! Mel Gibson's cute! I'm really weird! I'm also pissed at Fox for killing Muldar on the X-Files! They always kill off the hot guy! And why the heck did they make Scully's baby an alien? What happened to the cute lil' aliens? I'll shut up now. The theories that I have are really mine. I'm studying to become a paranormal investigator.
Dib sighed as he walked along a cold, dark street in Washington state. He was there for one reason. He was to meet a contact from the Swollen Eyeball who was a native of the state. He heard that there had been a mess of paranormal activity in the state. Bigfoot sightings, Poltergeist activity, UFO sightings, and crops circles were some of the many cases reportedly being said from thousands of state residents. Crop circles and UFOs were a real rarity in this state, but it did happen. Dib looked at the note he was given and read it silently to himself.
"Walk north until you reach a heavily wooded area. Stand near the side of the road. Codeword: Kasper Hauser."
All too soon, Dib found himself were he needed to be. He stood were the note said to, then whispered the codeword.
"Kasper Hauser."
A figure stepped out underneath a street light. The figure was tall and slender. She spoke in a low, yet feminine voice.
"Good work, Agent Mothman, you found me." she said. Her skin looked chalk white what with all the black she was wearing. If he didn't know better, Dib would have mistaken this girl for a Mafia hitman. She wore a long black trench coat, and a black fondora hat, Dib thought she was a gangster movie fan or something. She smiled at him, Dib realized that this girl could be no older than 14.
"No, Agent Mothman I'm not with the Mafia." she said, she cleared her throat and impersonated an Irish accent.
" 'The life we choose is the life we lead'. Naw, I'm not with any Irish Mafia, or any Italian Godfather. I'm just strictly with the Swollen Eyeball. Name's Lady Thrax." she extended her hand. Dib shook it, he had never seen eyes so dark as hers.
"First off is a crop circle." Lady Thrax said.
Dib looked confused.
"A crop circle?" he repeated.
Lady Thrax yawned, she looked like she hadn't slept in a long time.
"Yep. Gees, the folks at the Swollen eyeball have been keeping me up since all this stuff's been happening, I'm the only member in the state."
Dib yawned as well.
"How long has this been going on?" he asked as the two of them walked down to a farm house.
Lady Thrax shrugged.
"About two months." she said.
Dib was shocked.
"You'd better take it easy." he said.
Lady Thrax 'phft' loudly.
"I'm fine, I've just been havin'- the coffee flow and been takin' pep pills. I'll manage."
Dib shook his head.
"This is insane! They can't do this to you." he went on.
"They can and they did. Every single paranormal society I've joined has been keepin' me up and running. I'm not some sort of John Nash genius. I'm a paranormalist. I'm a believer in some fields, a skeptic in others. My friends all want to know about my work, my boyfriend however, is a realist. He doesn't want me to 'preach my crazy notions' as he puts it. I'll show him, I'll show them all." she said.
"Now, I won't laugh at your theories or say that mine are right, but what do you think crop circles really are?" she asked.
Dib shrugged.
"I've never really- put a thought into it. I think it's some sort of igneous code that humans are just too foolish to break." he said. Lady Thrax nodded, acknoliging the theory. She put a hand to her chin and walked around the largest circle. She examined the sides.
"Burns marks. No real damage done, just some minor burns. It can't have been hoaxed. It's too perfect. Besides, hoaxers wouldn't burn the sides of the crop. I've seen how it's done, I used to make 'em in the back of my great grandmother's farm in Wyoming at Halloween. Me and my dad gave her a good scare. But-" she dusted off some of the scorched plant fiber, leaving an odd colored residue on her fingers. She looked at her hand as though she were transforming into some sort of horrible creature.
"....But this- I can't explain. I belivie that crop circles are just the imprints of the burners when the ships take off. This soot proves it. I only need to know why they're here..." she said.
"In all my years of work, stuidng, proving and disproving theories. Everyone in my family supports my work. Except one." she said, she seemed to be speaking with self loathing now.
Dib wanted to know more about this girl. He stepped into the circle beside her.
"Who doesn't support you in your studies?" he asked.
Lady Thrax sighed, she must have had a Celtic background in her, for she seemed to whisper Celtic songs when she worked.
"My grandmother. You see, I became fascinated with the paranormal when I was a young girl. I'm a target for poltergeist activity. The earliest thing I remember- I was three. My mother, myself and my aunt were watching TV. We saw a pair of scissors float above the table I was next to. It was in my grandmother's house. That's where the poltergeist is. I want to find out what he wants, but I'm forbidden to use an Ouja board, they're against my religion. I try to talk to the visitor, but he never wants to talk. I'll right down questions for him, but they remain unanswered. I call him Phil. Phil's favorite thing is to knock candles off the fireplace mantle. But of course, he always stop when I tell him to. We'll be stopping by there later, it'll be scary. That house is very frightening at night when you're by yourself. I can't be in that house alone. But, I'm never alone, there's someone in that house that I can't see, even when there is no other physical person there besides myself." she said.
Die listened intently. He was fascinated with Lady Thrax. A hard-core paranormalist. And she was only 14.
"Everyone on my mother's side of the family has had an experience with the supernatural. For me, my aunt and my mother, it was the floating scissors. My great grandparents claimed to have smelled bigfoot. My grandfather has met angels. I've seen both ghosts and angels. I've seen UFOs. I've even seen the Mothman, your namesake. Do you want to hear a real ghost story?" she asked Dib.
Dib nodded. He wanted to know everything that Lady Thrax had seen, had known.
"A long time ago, my great uncle Kenny was killed in a car crash. He left behind a wife and two sons. One of the sons was two years old. He was playing in his crib. Uncle Kenny's wife was about to open the door, because the child was laughing. She heard the baby say 'more tickle Daddy! More tickle!'.." Lady Thrax's voice cracked as though she was trying not to cry.
"She opened the door and no one but the child was there. I guess Uncle Kenny just wasn't ready to say goodbye. My grandmother never wanted to tell me. She hates it when I start studying the supernatural. She says I end up getting demonically possessed. I'm not going to get into the spirit contact BS. It's real, but I know better then to toy with demons." She pulled a beaded chain out of her pocket. It was a rosary.
"I take this with me on every case I go to. It helps relieve my fears."
A rustling sound made them both jump. Lady Thrax pulled out a gun.
"Who's there?!" she called into the night.
"I am a paranormal investigator for the Swollen Eyeball society, you will make yourself known!" she said cocking back the hammer on her gun.
"Is that thing real?" Dib asked.
Lady Thrax's hand shook.
"Stun gun." she whispered. Her breathing increased.
"I warn you, I am armed! If you fail to identify yourself-what ever you may be- I will be forced to use my firearm."
Dib looked rather impressed.
"What, are you with the Men in Black?" he asked.
"Please, the aliens they've got in NY are all a bunch of fakes. I went down there to check it out, load a bull, that is." she said. The rustling sound came nearer. Lady Thrax spun around, a flashlight in one hand, her stun gun in the other.
"All right, you asked for it!" she said. She pulled the trigger, sending a bolt of light into the crop. A horrid sound, like fifty people screaming at once filled the paranormalists' ears. A huge creature took of into the air and turned to face them. Dib stared opened mouthed.
"The Mothman.." he whispered.
"I never thought it was real."
Lady Thrax fired another shot at the creature. It screamed at her again, before falling to he ground. Dib ran over to it.
"You killed it!" he said.
Lady Thrax brushed her hair out of her eyes.
"I stunned it, kid. Stunned." she said.
She approached the creature as calmly as she would a furry little rabbit. She bent down near and looked at it's wings.
"Amazing. And to think that this-" she stopped as the creature suddenly snapped awake and grabbed her by the throat. She looked terrified. Her mouth trembling- trying to mutter something.
"H-help me!" she whispered to Dib.
"Please, don't let it kill me." she whispered.
Dib didn't know what to do. He saw the monster's bright red eyes, drilling into Lady Thrax's dark green ones. The light soon blotted out the color of her eyes.
"What do you want with me?" she whispered to the creature.
The Mothman turned her hand palm foreword. It then took her hand. Lady Thrax winced in pain. The creature set her down, then flew off into the night. Dib ran up to Lady Thrax who was now sitting in the crop circle. She was looking at her hand like she did with the soot from the crop circle. But now she had a reason. A strange symbol was burned into her flesh.
"What does this mean?" she asked.
"The cryptzoologists never mentioned anything about this." she said.
Dib looked at her hand. The mark looked like an oblique letter S with lines through it, the lines connecting at the top.
"There is only one person would know." he said.
"Zim. He-"
Lady Thrax put up a hand to silence him.
"I've followed the case on Zim for a while. I've been keeping tabs on the information you've given us. I'm the only one who believes. Zim is here, you know."
Dib looked confused.
"What? Why would he be here?"
Zim krept out from the field. He grabbed Lady Thrax's wrist, turning it behind her back.
"Because you're far too inquisitive about me to remain among the living." said the alien, pulling he's own gun out on the two paranormalists.
