The Irony.

The Question (Chapter 4)

She forcefully slowed her breathing much to her throat's agonizing pain and inched her body hesitantly towards the edge of the wall, sliding her head slightly out to see where the noise came from, it was them... The hunters. They were investigating Jamie, their classic car struck her gaze to prove that fact, her voice was filled with pleading whispers "Please, keep your word Jamie." She felt two of her fingers naturally curl around one another, crossing in hope. She then took a sharp breath and let it out slowly before leaning away from the view point and made her way across the yard, she needed a way to get out of here... And if she got the BMW car now, she would have to pass them, she wasn't going to risk that, no way! She lurked her way over one fence after the other, after about the fourth one she looked back and heard the car doors slam shut after hearing the relieving words of "Son of a bitch! I thought we had that one down... He doesn't know anything!" She smiled and let a breath of relief surge throughout her body like a pulse "He kept it." Was all she said before chuckling quietly for a moment and darting now from house to house until she found what she was looking for in the small line of houses, aha! A bike! That was both quick enough and lean enough to escape easily... But knowing she never really got the hang of hot-wiring vehicles, she placed her hand behind her back and flicked her knife out from the back pocket, twirling it between her fingers for a moment "Looks like we're stepping back to step 1, targeting." She deviously grinned as her silver eyes flashed behind her silver fringe, off onto the prowl she went once again. First order of business was to find an entrance into the house of the bike's owner, she paced around quietly with the thought of the boys still being close by, she knew she would have to keep herself out of sight and under the needed decibel of noise if she was to pull this off.

She scanned the outer shell of the home and observed the movement inside, the windows provided enough sight for her to gain the general layout of the home, two story and it seemed that there was a work and study area next door to the bedroom upstairs, a wall obviously parting them by the seems of it. With a steady breath and quick feet, she glided across the side to scout and spotted an open window which caused a small smile to creep onto her face, with little sound she tread carefully over to it, removed her jacket and placed her hands into the jacket pockets, proceeding to place them against the dusty window-sill, wiping away the rest of the dust to avoid suspicious marks and clambered in, being cautious to check every corner of the room for possible cameras, also being alert around the noises that were emitting from the room upstairs, they seemed to be in the study room... She had to find the keys for the bike but it would also be handy if she took him down... But due to the status of the current over-looking eyes, she had to hold herself back.

Creeping around the rooms carefully with just the meek steps of a mouse, she was fully aware that every step she took had to have a five step plan ahead in case of emergency, in a matter of fact she thought this would possibly be one of the most difficult things ever. The owner of the house was still awake, though not for long depending on the outcome of this hunt, it would just take time, it seemed.

Though to her rescue came the pattering steps of the house-owner's feet, they were heading to another room... And that seemed to mean they had to pass her location, she darted through a doorway and inhaled silently, she then pressed her back to the wall. The one that seemed to fortunately lack windows, this was good, but it wasn't a sound proofed room. Her hunter's instinct kicked in, feeling the vibrations of their steps quieten, she leaned and peeked out of the doorway, her eyes settling on the surrounding furniture to try and find a way to quietly follow in the target's footsteps.

She heard a couple of noises indicating the location of her prey in a room a few meters away from her location, her eyes flashed silver for a moment before she placed her first step outside the doorway, there was almost no sound to it. She continued, taking one step at a time, leaving gaps between each hesitation to allow he location to stay hidden; spotting a camera in the far right corner of the room, she hissed out of annoyance for a moment, thinking on her feet for a moment.. She seemed to have a plan, but if done quick enough, she could turn the risky job into the perfect plan but she just had to do it right and the hunters outside certainly didn't help her situation, it was make or break at this point, then she would just have to erase the evidence afterwards. She snuck back into the room she was hiding in and searched around, finding something small, a loose plate on a table's surface, she breathed in deeply yet quietly before inching over and after finding a spot to hide behind, she placed her hand into her jacket and slid the plate off of the surface using her covered hand, causing a crash. Her hands instantly grasped her knife as she ducked for cover, hearing the hurried footsteps of the person approaching with slight haste, she waited for them to freeze and pick up the pieces of the plate before sneaking around once their back was turned. Jumping up and instantly lunging forward, she wrapped one hand tightly around their mouth to muffle their surprised pleads for help before pulling all her weight back to bring them to the floor, gripping her knife tightly, she sliced across their throat, feeling the energy pulse through her veins, she gasped as she felt her skin already started to reform, tearing off her clothes, she replaced her clothes with the victims once he had flat-lined, she then placed her knife back into the shoe's side and placed her arms under the guy's and dragged him over to the sink, opening the cupboards and shoving him in, closing and locking the doors to the small compartment, she then grabbed a cleaning cloth that lied by the sink and cleaned off the handles to the cupboard, washing the blood out of the fabric afterwards. "Ah god, this isn't going to look good." She spoke, looking down at her now blood-stained shirt and hands as well as a puddle on the floor, she sighed, her new masculine breathing over-toning her own true breathing. She took off her shirt and quickly unlocked and opened the cupboard under the sink once more, chucking the shirt in and then closing and locking the doors once more, unfortunately having the clean the handles again, then washing the cloth again. Quiniel grumbled then glared around before hearing the footsteps and voices of the hunters, she skipped a breath before spinning around to face the sink, washing her hands, now she needed to find a shirt, that meant she would have to find their bedroom, but for now she rushed to the fridge with her newly thought plan, unsure of if it would work or not and keeping in mind the location of her knife, she opened the fridge door and grabbed some guava and watermelon juice, purposely spilling it on the floor once the doorbell rang, she placed the half-empty bottle of juice on the counter and changed her eyes from silver to the victim's brown eye colour; avoiding the camera's lens, she walked over to the door, opening it though she really didn't want to.

"Hello, can I help you?" She spoke with her masked voice, she gazed to them before leaning to one particular side in an impatient tone, the two men looked to 'him' before speaking, "Sorry, um. We have an investigation going on, we are the FBI, I'm Detective Morris and this is my partner, Detective Salvore, we heard some commotion and were just wondering if you were okay?" Quiniel looked to them before huffing, she knew they were hunters, not detectives, but she did like the way they were playing their undercover game. Quiniel spoke in her hiding tone once more "Yeah I was just watching TV and I spilled some juice in the kitchen, nothing major." 'He' replied, the taller one looked behind her and saw juice trickling along the floor by the doorway before turning his gaze to the shorter one before smiling towards her, "Well, if anything does happen, feel free to call us." they offered, giving a card to her before bidding her farewell and returning to their car. She heard them mumbling before they were out of earshot "I don't know Dean, it didn't seem suspicious, he seemed to just be a clumsy citizen, but yes I agree with you, something did seem off." The other ones voice then spoke "I, personally, would rather keep them in eyesight, something is definitely off.... In the shifter way. I mean there was definitely a shifter here, but they seemed to vanish, maybe they aren't as far away as we may have thought." Quiniel shut the door before pacing upstairs, it seemed they knew, time for the chase...

She found another shirt and put it on, ruffling her hair up a bit, she didn't take long to find the keys to the bike, and with a glance or two, she found the helmet and gloves under the bed. Grasping the gear, she paced down to the bike, staying out of eye-sight before putting her helmet on and equipping herself with the gloves, she gripped the key tightly. Her footsteps were quiet though heavy as she paced up to the bike, throwing one leg over and standing the bike up, with the kick of her ankle, she got the bike's stand up and stuck the ignition key in, she hovered her finger over the power button and pressed down, hearing it puff up into a growl of the engine, she instantly faced the boys, they had the their hands on the door handles and had a gun in hand, ready. "If it's a chase you want guys, it's a chase you shall get." She murmured quietly to herself before revving the throttle. They instantly hopped in and stared at her, a game of who takes the next step. The taller one assured the other cops to stay there and investigate, they were just going to check something... She had to compliment their skills on keeping the cops out of their business, especially supernatural stuff like this, though it would have helped them more if they had cops to back them up, she slowly brought her hand up to her visor of the helmet as the other sat at the throttle, seeing both of the hunters now glaring at her, she smirked.

She lifted the visor and flashed her silver eyes, the chase was on now.. Congratulations men, you found the shifter.

But the question is can you keep up?