Tasing Kids(Chase)

Her blood infested with adrenaline boosted her body. Far. Fast. Her little lungs filled and emptied of light and cold air, her heart pumping oxygenated blood to all the cell in frenzy following an ancient song of survival. Her body was a machine made for running. And she was doing great, until suddenly an idea materialized in her mind. Solitary and small. But strong and irrefutable. The man said something.
Then, with the same speed as that absurd idea attacked, the world around her became a dizzying whirl of color and sound. Multiple colors were washed as fresh paint, creating a burst like a rainbow that surrounded her quickly. Wrapping her head accompanying her in her fall.
She rolled on the floor unable to stop, spinning several times before hitting something. It was a plastic garbage can. Her purse flew in one direction while one of her sandals did the same in the opposite direction.
Gasping and cursing, the child sit up shaking the garbage off of her expensive clothes. She looked around for witnesses. But luckily she found no one. Still a bit dizzy, she picked up her purse and her broken sandal. Confused began to remember in retrospective. Until the silly idea assaulted her again. The man said her name.

With horror, she understood what her brain was trying to say. She had shot someone she knew and had left him there, helpless. Desperate, the girl ran back with the hope that the damage was not so much. Even willing to apologize and accept her mistake. Thing that the poor electrocuted man should accept with pride. Since it do not happen often.
But upon reaching the scene, she noticed with genuine astonishment and disbelief as a creepy alien chewed someone looking remarkable like her bodyguard, Peter. The situation was simply absurd and seemed to get worse with each minute.
The creature looked human, except for the lack of skin that exposed its many muscles like cords. These thick filaments were as red as blood. That being looked like a fresh corpse from the morgue or some top-secret laboratory.

She looked creepy too, though not as much as the monster. Only kept one of her sandals, the other was in her hand. Her purse and clothing were completely stained with organic garbage. Her hair disheveled and dirty. And her face was a mask of horror completely white. Peter was dead, and it was all her fault. She had killed someone. Celeste was almost on the verge of become hysteric, but managed to use all her willpower to not panic. Concentrating all her anger at that infernal being, knowing full well that if she had not electrocuted him, he could have defended himself from that abomination. Now, it was her obligation to at least give him a proper funeral. And for that she needed to rescue the body in good shape.
The voice that came out of her mouth was loud and clear. Full of authority."Go away monster!" Her thunderous voice commanded as she threw a sandal to the horrible creature with all her might.
Astonished with the result, Celeste watched with horror as the projectile moved at an impossible angle and hit her bodyguard in the head. "Rats."

Defeated. Tired. Dirty. Extremely scared. A little sad. Her mind was a whirl of emotions. Unable to stop the flow of thoughts that ran at high speed on her mind, she analyzed them one by one. All of them. Slowly. It was an arduous task. Externally the untrained viewer might say that she was paralyzed. Analyzing. Looking from the lifeless body to the monster that was over it.
As she watched, it began to change shape. It was a incredibly realistic camouflage, and he changed in just a moment. A modern chameleon. Now it looked like an innocent child. As if that trick was going to work... She had seen him without disguise. It was too late for him.
Apparently, his new human form gave him the ability to speak the native language. The monster screamed. In English. Do they speak English on other planet ...? Doubts. More doubts. All about that being was new and strange. Except for the insult. Right from the earth. The insult itself did not surprised her. She felt anger growing inside her flat chest. Stupid? How dare that horrible monster treat someone like her that way? Clearly she, who was a beautiful being and wholly human was right. She was good. The villains were always ugly. But even knowing she was right, she did not dare to retort. Perhaps she was facing a race of superior intelligent things able to conquer the universe...
Stupid. She shook her head in disbelief once again, rejecting the insult. She was not stupid. The facts were there. It was impossible not to see the path of crumbs that pointed to the real culprit. Even at the distance she could clearly see a small trail of blood, probably by where the alien had inserted his tongue to remove Peter´s juicy brain. As a frozen monkey brain. The memory of the dishes that movie gave her nausea. It was a stupid movie in her opinion.

All the time she was looking at all the possibilities. Escape routes, ways to deal with that strange thing. But all her ideas were useless. She did not have any tactical advantage. She must negotiate. But... With what? It seemed another of the many dead end. She told herself to be rational, trying to find an answer for a problem that was not rational at all. Then all of a sudden she had a brilliant idea.
Keeping the desire to run and cry under control, she begged the alien with a sweet voice, soft but audible. The first drops of rain fell slowly, while her voice full of deep and sincere sorrow made her request. "Do not chew him, please." At the same time she delivered her plea, she took her purse that had hung on her left arm to turn it into a improvised Morning Star. And left it hanging from her right hand. She had so many things in the bag, that the bruise caused by her improvised weapon would leave anybody out of combat with a single blunt hit. Or that was what she hoped for. "I have a bag and I know how to use it." The memory of the sandal that did not follow the desired trajectory did not discourage her.

Her priority at that time was to lure him away from the corpse, and she thought to know exactly whats he had to do... that thing looked hungry. She was hungry too. The girl hesitated, unsure. But after a moment of silence, she finally continued. "I can find a cow for you to eat..." Alien likes cows. Right? She was pretty sure the answer would be positive. But just in case she added hastily. "Do you prefer..." Pause. She opened her mouth wide open, pronouncing each syllable with care. "... Cabra?" The peculiar foreign word felt strange in her mouth. Alien like. Still, she tried her best. Trying to do not infuriate the strange creature even more. He even could be the famous Chupacabras. His ability to copy humans was something new, no one had ever mentioned it over the years. But perhaps that secret was what had kept him alive all the time. What was he doing so far north?

The monster denied having chewed him, Celeste did not care. She looked at him in disgust. Asking mentally for a better excuse. The culprit always declared himself as innocent. He remarked again her lack of intelligence. It seemed he had a rather limited vocabulary. As also remarked that she had left the poor man unconscious in the first place. Of course, now he was trying to blame her. Deep down, she knew that everything was her fault. She would not admit it. And then another word changed everything. Like the first time. The word mutant came out of his mouth, loud and clear.
The reply was immediate, she glared at him while doubling the bet. "I'm a mutant too. "The girl admitted in the form of a threat. Hiding the fact that her skills were useless in combat. She begged that his imagination endow her powers capable of destroying everything in an instant. "So you'd better stay away before..." The words choked in her throat. Her mouth stayed open in the last pronounced word. The surprise was as big, she completely lost track of what she was saying. Her brain reset again.

Mutant. For a moment the girl did not understand what he meant. It was as if she heard that word for the first time in her life. She searched and searched in her head until she finally found the meaning of the word. At the same time the protection mechanism that had started before, magically shut down. Her adrenaline levels dropped considerably. And her senses returned to watch the world around her as a place to live, not as a giant monster ready to devour everything. And she saw him too. A scared mutant disguised as human. He was just trying to live a normal life...

When the statement took shape in her head, and she realized the possibilities involved in an active X gene, the blood rose quickly to her face to render it bright red. She blushed so hard, she felt that her blood would come out through the pores of her skin. Now that she knew and accepted the truth, there was no way that her brain would believe in the theory of monster or alien. It just made no sense since there was no evidence to support it. It was simple crazy talk.
Embarrassed and proved wrong, she stared at the young mutant in disbelief. She watched him for several seconds without knowing what to do. Not knowing how to apologize. Until the new reality made her realize something that overjoyed her. "'Then, Is he alive?" She asked awkwardly with much disbelief, but smiling foolishly at the thought.

The history of the mutant shocked her, she was even willing to step aside and let him go to be reunited with her mom. How much she wished her mother would step aside from all the family business and return to be in the same country as her. That's not going to happen. If she let the child go or not. She wanted to. But an alarm rang in her head. She could not trust someone who can so skillfully disguised. Its present form was a lie. What other lies would he say? What if it was all a trap? The person in front of her could even an adult disguised as a child. She had saw him changing shape, hiding. He camouflaged himself without any problem. And with alarming ease. Maybe he lied, perhaps he was telling the truth.
Her judgment was clouded again with plots and lies. All against her.

The two maintained their positions, neither was willing to take the first step. As a Mexican stand off. Celeste knew that if she took the first step not only showed weakness, but also put her in the range of a power that she did not know. He could mutate again and stretch sticky tentacles... she could never be sure with mutants.

Celeste also had things to do and was getting a little impatient. Although she was doing her best not to show it, she wanted more than anything to get home and change her dirty clothes. To be taking a long hot bath and forget everything that happened that fateful day. She must also check the vital signs of her employee but it was not necessary. If he was only been electrocuted, he would regain consciousness and rise on its own without a scratch. But if Mr. mutant was telling the truth, he needed to get out of there or get in trouble. She had the advantage. An Advantage over what? To what purpose?

Finally, something she thought extinct indicated her what she had to do. "I believe you. Run before she get worry " Her brain did not believe the words that came out of her mouth, it did not understand why she was letting him go without making him pay for the state of her clothes, or after made her think he was a monster with the sole purpose of letting her in ridicule. "Traitor." A voice in her head repeated over and over. Her own voice. The more she thought about it, the least she wanted to end things peacefully. She wanted so badly to left him with a black eye, but again there was that little thing beating in her chest. And Although her brain fought fiercely, her heart win. The words already left her lips.
She stepped to the side leaving the way open for the little mutant to escape. No before giving him a warning. She wanted him to remember his skirmish with The Queen "Be a good boy or I will zap you while you sleep." Mutants were predictable. Always attracted by the safe walls of the mansion.