"You're probably wondering why I'm here, or how I should say, I survived whatever that bizarre form of brainwashing was that you were trying to pull off."

I put on an uninterested face, cleaning the skin and blood out from my nails as I leaned on the mangled hood of my car. My poor baby. 

"I still have no idea what you're talking about and I don't really care either." I huffed, feeling unwanted chills going down my spine.

Idiot was lowering the temperature. As if I hadn't been through this routine before, more than a bajillion times. After this was the invisible hands that would fake-choke me or shove me around. 

Yup, there they were. I tried to make the best eye contact I could without being able to see his face, my lips forming a straight line. 

"Could you stop mind-groping me and quit messing with the thermostat? Thanks."

He chuckled and the mood effects stopped. Thank God.

"And I hate to rain on your parade, but the ambiguous hood isn't working for me either. Take it off. I want to see the face of the creep that snapped my wrist and lost me my best gun."

(Okay, maybe it wasn't my best gun, but I had to add some kind of weight to the situation. I had a few rifles that made that particular pistol look like a toothpick.)

The thing chuckled again and the hood was off. 

As unsettling as the unnaturally wide grin on his face was, the host the thing had chosen was still rather attractive. 

Actually, I'd be lying if I said that he wasn't totally hot. 

Short, sun-bleached hair, a pretty much sculpted set of features and pearly white teeth, not to mention an actually golden tan and baby blue eyes. 

Gorgeous surfer dude possessed by some kind of immortal entity. Things were getting more and more interesting here. At least I was getting some good eye candy out of this. 

The thing took my silent drooling as a sign to open his big mouth again. 

"You probably don't know this, but I've recently become a recruiting officer for the 'other side' of the coin we're living on right now. Your own people want to kill you,  K'andor's followers want to kill you, and I wouldn't mind killing you either, but there is another option-"

I cut him off.

"What? K'andor's followers? I knew he was big over There but not that big-"

"Yes, yes," the thing continued, impatient, "There's plenty of time to explain that momentarily. You see, a war is set to brew between the worlds of the seen and unseen. The barrier has been unraveling rapidly and the humans are a pest waiting to be eliminated. But, being a very stubborn pest, we have to prepare to crush them quickly without too many problems. The assimilation of both worlds will result in a grand domain for the more powerful race to rule."

"And you want me to join the side trying to eliminate humanity from the face of the planet?" I muttered skeptically, realizing that some of the buzz I'd been picking up was true.

"The thing is, Bridget, you don't have a choice. You yourself have long lost your humanity. You are one of us."

My eyes narrowed to slits.

"And what are you, exactly? Why are you allowing me to drain your life force repeatedly, and how can you survive it? Why should I trust a word some scum like you says?"

Thing shrugged.

"I don't really have any idea what I am, other than that my allegiance is with the other side. My life force, as you call it, constantly replenished and you have no reason to trust me, except for the promise of an escape from the hell you call life right now."

I blinked and said nothing a few moments, before shrugging too.

"Eh, why not?"

Thing looked surprised.


"Well," I started, "There is one condition."

I gestured to my seat with a thumb.

"Fix it."

The End

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