Unlike Loki

Chapter 26

(Dr. Martinez)

"Where. Is. She!?" LeAnn Anderson stormed in my direction. She was a petite woman and looked much older than she really was. Gray roots were beginning to peek from her discolored blonde hair. Whenever she walked, her shoulder-length hair didn't move at all, it was so stiff with hairspray. Her high heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor.

Her husband had been killed a few weeks ago, which caused her to be the leader of the department, to everyone's enjoyment. And now her son had been strung up naked and mutilated in the subject's cell, meaning she had been made a fool of. She wanted us to find the subject so she could wring its neck with her own bony fingers.

"We don't know. But we're looking. Hard, I assure you." At least I tried to assure her.

"You do still realize that Fury or anyone outside of this department can NOT know about this." she glared at me intensely.

"Of course, Madame, even now more than ever. We have our best people on her trail as we speak." I tried not to let my voice shake. You didn't mess with Mr. Anderson, but you sure as hell didn't mess with his wife, especially when you had no idea where the most valuable subject we've ever had was.

"Well, your so called 'best people' are doing a terrible job." She half turned to the young man standing behind her. He was so still, so silent, that you never would have known he was there in the first place. "Come here, child."

The man was far from being a child. He was at least in his mid-thirties, tall, slim, with brown hair swept over to the side, so that his right eye was covered and the left side of his shaved head was exposed.

His twin brother, Michael, had just been murdered, and Harry Anderson didn't even seem to care.

"Yes, Mother?" Harry obediantly, but confidentally stepped forward. He really was quite menacing. His fraternal twin brother had been intimidating, but not nearly as terrifying as his counter-part.

"Will you go fetch Dr. Pine, Harold, dear? I must speak with him." She touched her son's cheek affectionately.

Harry turned to walk down the hall, following his mother's orders, when after a few steps, he stopped. He chucked lightly, then turned and walked back towards us. As he walked, he pointed to the elevator behind me.

"He's in the elevator." He smiled, crookedly, as if he knew something we didn't.

Mrs. Anderson looked at the elevator, and then back at her son. "Darling, no one's in the elevator." She walked towards him and took him by the shoulders, as if he were a sick child who needed to go to the doctor. "All these chemicals must be messing with you're head." She tried to brush his hair out of his eyes, but was unsuccessful.

"Mother. Have I ever been wrong?" His smiled had disappeared, and his mother thought for a second. "Just open the elevator." He said.

"Alright." Mrs. Anderson paused, "Guards!" Three guards came rushing around the corner, ready to do whatever bidding the witch wanted them for. "Open those elevator doors." She pointed a gnarly finger at the elevator.

The guards pryed open the doors and peaked inside, to find nothing but metal walls.

Mrs. Anderson turned to look at her son sadly, as if she felt sorry for him.

Harry rolled his eyes dramatically, and turned away from his mother, briskly walking away. As he walked, right before he turned the corner, he raised his right hand, and pointed above him with his index finger. "If you open up the elevator ceiling, Dr. Pine will say hello." And, just like that he was gone.

Mrs. Anderson turned back around, her brows furrowed, and nodded her head at the guards. I followed her to the elevator doors as one of the guards hoisted himself up to shift the middle ceiling tile.

The smell invaded our nostrils almost immediately.

Death. I knew the smell just enough to realize that's what it was. The guards, Mrs. Anderson, and I all covered our mouths and gagged. I looked up to see a single, gray hand hanging out the hole in the ceiling.

I followed Mrs. Anderson as she turned and walked away from elevator, staightening her suit. "Harold was right about Dr. Pine greeting us." She lifted her hand up and shook it, as if to make a point.

"How--?" I started.

"He always knows." She looked at her nails, and then at me, smiling. "He can find anyone." And then she put her hands on her hips and the smile on her face turned to a look of pure hatred.

"And my angel will find that little bitch."