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Topic: Write in the SCIENCE FICTION genre (05/10/07)
TITLE: The Unknown
By Faith Tilley Johnson
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“Chenoa, are you up? Breakfast is ready.” Kodia called out from the kitchenette that they shared.
She rolled over in the bed. The last thing she wanted to do was get up. It did not matter if she had any sort of super strength or not, she was tired.
Then there was a knock on her door. “Chenoa?” The door slowly crept open. Kodia walked in and saw just how tired she was, “Rough night?”
“Rough night doesn’t even begin to explain it.” Chenoa answered as she sat up. She was grateful that she had put on her comfortable pajamas before going to bed since there was a chill in the air.
“Want to talk?” Kodia understood the job was tough and had always made sure that he let her know he was available to talk with.
Chenoa stood and walked across the room to the bathroom. “Yeah, but hang on a minute.”
She closed the door and about five minutes later came out looking more alive than previously. She practically jumped back on the bed, pulled an oversized pillow to her chest, and sat with her legs folded. As she got comfortable, she motioned for him to sit with her.
“Okay, I’m here. What happened last night?”
Chenoa laughed, “How about the last 3 nights? I haven’t been home in over two days.”
“I apologize; I must have been caught up in work as well.” Kodia said as he slightly flushed.
“No problem, I am just grateful I don’t have to pay you unlike your clients.” Chenoa smiled as she winked at her fiancé.
“So, want to talk?”
“I don’t know if you would believe me if I told you. Things have gotten so bizarre.” Chenoa stopped for a moment and started thinking to what started her three-night stint of chaos.
“It all started when the hotline got the call about this elderly lady being beat up over $20 at the ATM machine. I was dispatched out, decided to be quick, and made an aerial approach. As I got there, the perpetrator took off running. I was thankful I had been working out for the marathon coming up because he was fast. So fast that it bothered me, he had to have been the first human that could literally come close to out running me.”
“That is odd. Something like that makes you wonder if he is a crossbreed or if he was somehow altered.” Kodia replied. “Did you catch him?”
“I caught it. I did.” The look in Chenoa’s eyes seemed troubled. “Kodia, I know there are other beings besides the humans we protect and ourselves, but this is just weird.”
“What do you mean? There aren’t any other beings on Earth.”
“I didn’t used to think so, but I wonder. You know there was that rebellion and we lost a third of our people. I wonder if Lucifer has done something to them to make them different.” Chenoa wondered as she stretched out her legs. “I didn’t recognize his face, but he did know me. I did not think I was that well known. I do try to remain in the shadows you know.”
Kodia chuckled, “Yeah, you stay in the shadows except for when you decide to fly from one end of the city to the other.”
“Even so, when I am among the humans, they have no clue I am a Kodjin. I doubt many humans even know we exist.” Chenoa stated as she decided to get up off the bed and stretch her legs out. “So, when I caught the perp, he dissolved.”
“Yeah… He dissolved into a liquid and then went down a drain. It reminded me of one of those old comic book stories. The last two nights I have been tracking him. I only got a visual on him twice, too.” Chenoa paused for a moment as she was doing her lounges, “Something is going on Kodia.”
“I will see what I can find out. A being that can dissolve, Seems to be like a shape shifter of sorts.”
“That was my thoughts.” Chenoa glanced into the kitchenette, “Is that breakfast?”
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