Chapter 7
"Dopey" was standing in the alley where they had agreed. He seemed angry. Jen had gotten in touch with him during one of her night rounds, and had made a deal with him; if he provided her with sleeping pills, he was allowed to stay free. She knew it was selfish to leave such a menace to society as a drug dealer because of the need she had for sleeping pills no doctor would prescribe her, but she saw no other way.
She walked towards the small, skinny young man, he couldn't be older than twenty-three but he must have been a long time consumer, because his depravity was visible from far away. And his mind was a mess, Jen noticed. His mind was like one of those low budget movies whose directors called 'art' but were nothing but a bad edition of nonsensical, non-connected images. And, physically, he was like a mouse, white and shaky, almost furtive.
"Hello there, criminal," she greeted him cruelly.
"You're late!" he complained angrily, throwing glances towards both sides and running his hands through his straw-colored hair.
Jen put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm alone. Did you get them?" she asked.
He nodded and showed her a small plastic bottle. "There's a hundred of them in here. Be careful, these little bitches are powerful, taking more than two in twenty-four hours may equal suicide," he warned.
Jen nodded. She had no intention of committing suicide; she only wanted to sleep for a few days. She wanted to get away from the pain and be with Alex, they had been apart for too long. She had waited to see if he reacted in those two months, but he hadn't. He was still dating Brynn, and they seemed happier every day; Jen had no doubt soon they'd be announcing their wedding. So before she had the pleasure of hearing that, she was going back with her Alex, at least for a few days. But before that, she had a little bone to pick with someone.
Jen took the bottle from Dopey and hid it in her jacket. He didn't like her smile, it was crazed, like that of someone who was thinking about hurting someone else, like the smile serial killers had in all those horror movies where someone got killed every few minutes.
"Make good use of them; please, don't commit suicide, I don't want to be charged with murder," he pleaded; he was truly scared of her.
Jen raised her eyebrows. "Is that so?" she asked cruelly. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, and forget we ever met."
She got on her bike, and left.
He forgot her.
*******
Brynn delivered another disk to the monster. "These are the files for the new weapon Time Force will develop for the Power Rangers. All the specifications are in it, and the mistress will have no problem in making a strategy against it," she said.
"Thank you," the monster growled.
Then everything was quiet, and Brynn assumed he was gone. She could never be sure her 'guardian' was gone. He was invisible, and by the way his voice sounded, she was glad of it. She had been recruited by 'The Mistress' a few months before she started to date Alex, and she had been asked, as a first mission, to get into his house and copy all his files.
Brynn was scared she might be caught, but more afraid of what The Mistress might do to her. Time Force didn't scare her. They couldn't get any information from her, because, after all, if she was to be interrogated they would ask her things like who she worked for, or what her guardian looked like; and the answer to both questions was a very lame (but true) 'I don't know'.
Lately she had the suspicion Alex knew who she was and what she had been doing in his apartment while he was gone, but she could never be sure. Maybe he had known all along and was playing with her while she played with him, or maybe not.
She took a deep breath, she was starting to shake. This had been fun at the beginning, when she had switched her fifty dollars a week for five hundred a day, which was the amount The Mistress offered her. Now she wasn't so sure, she had realized The Mistress, whoever she was, was a very dangerous woman, with a lot of influence over mutants and human. She was the head of the gang that controlled all the other gangs of criminals in town, maybe even Ransik's gang had been under her command.
Brynn walked towards the window, and saw Jen standing in her bedroom window, staring at her. She threw her a smile, she had never liked that idiotic woman, who was stupid enough to break up with Alexander Drake, for heaven's sake!
However Jen was there and she seemed dangerous, standing in front of her window, staring at her. Brynn was filled with fear, fear towards the woman who was now smiling at her, with a crazed expression. Jen threw her a mocking kiss from across the street and went inside.
Brynn sat on the bed, breathing heavily. She heard the door open. Alex was home. She didn't want to spend the night in that apartment, she was afraid (and the absurdity of this thought was absolutely present in her mind as she was thinking it) Jen might kill her in her sleep. She walked out of the room and found Alex checking the mail.
"Hey, baby," she greeted him; he looked up at her and smiled.
"Hello yourself."
"I, um, want to spend the night at home."
"Home?"
"My apartment," she clarified. "I heard my sister was sick, and I'm waiting for my mother to call, she doesn't know this number." Alex looked at her, worry for her sister showing on his face. He was such a sweetheart, she almost felt bad for using him the way she was doing.
Alex, on the other hand, was worried, and it showed, but it was caused by something else. He had thought Jen planned to hurt Brynn, and he knew it wasn't his imagination. He had to get Brynn out of there, before Jen did anything stupid. He knew Jen could find her and hurt her just the same there or in her apartment, but the difficulty Jen would have finding Brynn at home would give him enough time to talk her out of it.
"Get your stuff," he asked her. She nodded and went to pick up her things. While she was at it, Alex called Jen. She picked up before the first ring.
"What?" she asked, her voiced annoyed. She had been expecting his call.
"What are you planning to do?"
"Nothing. If you are going to save her, it means she means a lot to you. I'm not going to hurt her because it would be hurting you."
"We both know you're lying, since when do you hurt people in their sleep?"
"I don't hurt people. I only hurt women who are sleeping with the man I want," she answered.
"Jen, you don't understand, Brynn is important, not just for me but--"
"I already know that, but she's still sleeping with the man I want."
"Jen, you are not like this, I don't know what's wrong with you, but this isn't you."
"I told you I'm not going to hurt her."
"I can sense you are going to hurt someone," he said, a sudden idea going through his mind. "Are you going to hurt me?"
"No." She hung up.
Brynn came out. He took her hand and smiled at her. She hugged him, trembling. He kissed her cheek, he knew Jen must be putting horrible images inside her head, he could tell just how petrified she was, she had started to cry, and Brynn wasn't a coward. He wondered why Jen was doing this, everyone knew she had powers, and if something happened to Brynn, she would be a suspect.
They would never be able to prove it. Legally, without any physical evidence they can't send her to jail. She put that thought in his head. He needed to talk her out of it; he had to convince her of-- His cell phone rang.
"I told you I'm not going to hurt her anymore, I promise I won't," Jen said on the other line. "Do you trust me?"
"Who are you going to hurt, if not Brynn?" Brynn looked at him with fear- filled eyes.
"Do you trust me or not, Alex?" she insisted, ignoring his question.
"I don't know," he answered.
And he didn't.
She hung up.
To be continued.
"Dopey" was standing in the alley where they had agreed. He seemed angry. Jen had gotten in touch with him during one of her night rounds, and had made a deal with him; if he provided her with sleeping pills, he was allowed to stay free. She knew it was selfish to leave such a menace to society as a drug dealer because of the need she had for sleeping pills no doctor would prescribe her, but she saw no other way.
She walked towards the small, skinny young man, he couldn't be older than twenty-three but he must have been a long time consumer, because his depravity was visible from far away. And his mind was a mess, Jen noticed. His mind was like one of those low budget movies whose directors called 'art' but were nothing but a bad edition of nonsensical, non-connected images. And, physically, he was like a mouse, white and shaky, almost furtive.
"Hello there, criminal," she greeted him cruelly.
"You're late!" he complained angrily, throwing glances towards both sides and running his hands through his straw-colored hair.
Jen put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm alone. Did you get them?" she asked.
He nodded and showed her a small plastic bottle. "There's a hundred of them in here. Be careful, these little bitches are powerful, taking more than two in twenty-four hours may equal suicide," he warned.
Jen nodded. She had no intention of committing suicide; she only wanted to sleep for a few days. She wanted to get away from the pain and be with Alex, they had been apart for too long. She had waited to see if he reacted in those two months, but he hadn't. He was still dating Brynn, and they seemed happier every day; Jen had no doubt soon they'd be announcing their wedding. So before she had the pleasure of hearing that, she was going back with her Alex, at least for a few days. But before that, she had a little bone to pick with someone.
Jen took the bottle from Dopey and hid it in her jacket. He didn't like her smile, it was crazed, like that of someone who was thinking about hurting someone else, like the smile serial killers had in all those horror movies where someone got killed every few minutes.
"Make good use of them; please, don't commit suicide, I don't want to be charged with murder," he pleaded; he was truly scared of her.
Jen raised her eyebrows. "Is that so?" she asked cruelly. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, and forget we ever met."
She got on her bike, and left.
He forgot her.
*******
Brynn delivered another disk to the monster. "These are the files for the new weapon Time Force will develop for the Power Rangers. All the specifications are in it, and the mistress will have no problem in making a strategy against it," she said.
"Thank you," the monster growled.
Then everything was quiet, and Brynn assumed he was gone. She could never be sure her 'guardian' was gone. He was invisible, and by the way his voice sounded, she was glad of it. She had been recruited by 'The Mistress' a few months before she started to date Alex, and she had been asked, as a first mission, to get into his house and copy all his files.
Brynn was scared she might be caught, but more afraid of what The Mistress might do to her. Time Force didn't scare her. They couldn't get any information from her, because, after all, if she was to be interrogated they would ask her things like who she worked for, or what her guardian looked like; and the answer to both questions was a very lame (but true) 'I don't know'.
Lately she had the suspicion Alex knew who she was and what she had been doing in his apartment while he was gone, but she could never be sure. Maybe he had known all along and was playing with her while she played with him, or maybe not.
She took a deep breath, she was starting to shake. This had been fun at the beginning, when she had switched her fifty dollars a week for five hundred a day, which was the amount The Mistress offered her. Now she wasn't so sure, she had realized The Mistress, whoever she was, was a very dangerous woman, with a lot of influence over mutants and human. She was the head of the gang that controlled all the other gangs of criminals in town, maybe even Ransik's gang had been under her command.
Brynn walked towards the window, and saw Jen standing in her bedroom window, staring at her. She threw her a smile, she had never liked that idiotic woman, who was stupid enough to break up with Alexander Drake, for heaven's sake!
However Jen was there and she seemed dangerous, standing in front of her window, staring at her. Brynn was filled with fear, fear towards the woman who was now smiling at her, with a crazed expression. Jen threw her a mocking kiss from across the street and went inside.
Brynn sat on the bed, breathing heavily. She heard the door open. Alex was home. She didn't want to spend the night in that apartment, she was afraid (and the absurdity of this thought was absolutely present in her mind as she was thinking it) Jen might kill her in her sleep. She walked out of the room and found Alex checking the mail.
"Hey, baby," she greeted him; he looked up at her and smiled.
"Hello yourself."
"I, um, want to spend the night at home."
"Home?"
"My apartment," she clarified. "I heard my sister was sick, and I'm waiting for my mother to call, she doesn't know this number." Alex looked at her, worry for her sister showing on his face. He was such a sweetheart, she almost felt bad for using him the way she was doing.
Alex, on the other hand, was worried, and it showed, but it was caused by something else. He had thought Jen planned to hurt Brynn, and he knew it wasn't his imagination. He had to get Brynn out of there, before Jen did anything stupid. He knew Jen could find her and hurt her just the same there or in her apartment, but the difficulty Jen would have finding Brynn at home would give him enough time to talk her out of it.
"Get your stuff," he asked her. She nodded and went to pick up her things. While she was at it, Alex called Jen. She picked up before the first ring.
"What?" she asked, her voiced annoyed. She had been expecting his call.
"What are you planning to do?"
"Nothing. If you are going to save her, it means she means a lot to you. I'm not going to hurt her because it would be hurting you."
"We both know you're lying, since when do you hurt people in their sleep?"
"I don't hurt people. I only hurt women who are sleeping with the man I want," she answered.
"Jen, you don't understand, Brynn is important, not just for me but--"
"I already know that, but she's still sleeping with the man I want."
"Jen, you are not like this, I don't know what's wrong with you, but this isn't you."
"I told you I'm not going to hurt her."
"I can sense you are going to hurt someone," he said, a sudden idea going through his mind. "Are you going to hurt me?"
"No." She hung up.
Brynn came out. He took her hand and smiled at her. She hugged him, trembling. He kissed her cheek, he knew Jen must be putting horrible images inside her head, he could tell just how petrified she was, she had started to cry, and Brynn wasn't a coward. He wondered why Jen was doing this, everyone knew she had powers, and if something happened to Brynn, she would be a suspect.
They would never be able to prove it. Legally, without any physical evidence they can't send her to jail. She put that thought in his head. He needed to talk her out of it; he had to convince her of-- His cell phone rang.
"I told you I'm not going to hurt her anymore, I promise I won't," Jen said on the other line. "Do you trust me?"
"Who are you going to hurt, if not Brynn?" Brynn looked at him with fear- filled eyes.
"Do you trust me or not, Alex?" she insisted, ignoring his question.
"I don't know," he answered.
And he didn't.
She hung up.
To be continued.
