The Third War

Chapter Eighty Seven: Kristy

"Well isn't that creeptastic," I glared at the guy.

He took another step forward, "What I don't know, is who your friend is."

Dustin managed to free his leg stumbling forward, "Ergh."

"He's a human," I helped Dustin right himself, "and you have no right to take our pictures."

"That's what reporters do, doll," he told me with the same probing grin.

My mouth twitched, "For your own safety, I'd refrain from calling me that."

Dustin stammered still reeling from the flashing lights but trying to help me nonetheless, "Y-yeah! Only Zoe can make nicknames!"

"The little one?" Quinn's interest seemed to peak, "Who doesn't talk?"

"We have names," I told him before Dustin could make things worse. "If you're such a stalker and know all of them, at least use them."

"Alright, Kristy, would say Zoe's your biggest weakness?"

In answer to his question, I grabbed Dustin's arm and started walking, "I'd rather say goodbye."

Quinn stepped in front of me so I stopped to avoid running into him. Though now he was uncomfortably close.

"Now hold on a minute," he put a hand up. "I mean, no one else has gotten a chance to speak with you."

Resisting the urge to bite his hand, I spoke through gritted teeth, "I'd rather keep it that way."

"Why?" He asked while taking another step forward so I took once backward bumping into Dustin. "Are you hiding something? What exactly is the group of children doing behind the big, bad government building?"

Dustin grunted, "Those children could kick your sorry butt."

"Oh? So you're training them?"

"If that's what it takes to keep them from creeps like you, yeah, we are," he tried to move toward Quinn, but I blocked him with my arm.

Quinn smiled despite everything still oblivious to the danger he was putting himself in, "I'd love to quote that, but I still haven't caught your name."

"Go away camera boy," I stepped to the side, but he mimicked my movement.

He questioned us innocently, "What? Is there something wrong with a few questions?"

"If you want to ask the wall something, go ahead, because we're leaving."

"The wall wouldn't nearly be as interesting as Pierce's daughter's love life," Quinn's grin widened. "And I know I'm right, because that hit a sore spot on him."

I internally cringed knowing Dustin was one to wear his emotions on his sleeve. Everyone called him Pierce, but I didn't know what else to say, "Just so you know, calling someone by their last names makes you sound even more stalkerish."

Quinn mused, "Perhaps...would you rather I refer to him as your daddy?"

"I'd prefer you went jogging back to wherever you came from."

Dustin managed to back me up successfully, "Scurry back home to the gutter."

"If you actually want an interview then you'll have to wait until we actually want to talk to you," I said kindly before sarcastically dropping my tone, "Which won't be happening anytime, ever. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."

"A shame..." Quinn trailed off. "Any idea when your sister might be coming out into the light?"

As if I'm going to tell you.