Third Chapter: Stalker!
The first part takes place somewhere other than earth, and the second part takes place in the forest and Koran's room
“Please send up the girl. I need to speak with her.”
“Yes, Sir. We will fetch her immediately.” They strutted off, wondering why a teenager would be so important.
In about five minutes, the guards came back into the room; between them was a teenage girl. “Sire, we’ve brought her.”
“I can see that, I’m not blind!” The girl snickereded at that remark. “Leave at once!” The guards left.
“Why’d you call me here?”
“My daughter has gone missing, you know her, I presume?”
“Yes, and I believe you know how much we loath each other?”
“I quite do, and that is why I called you and not some other trained assassin.”
“So I get to kill her for you?” The girl squeaked excitedly, but her voice was cracking under her spirited tone, her voice cracked.
“No, but you do get to find out where she is and do anything you have to in order to get her back to me.” The girl looked unconvinced that she was agreeing in a good bargain, but she knew she was inside.
“I was going to surprise you, but I will let you graduate Assassin College early, actually, directly after you get my daughter back.” The teenager lifted her eye brow. “And you can do anything you want to do to the area she is in as long as it’s not on our planet.”
“So why do you chose me of all the other assassins? You already said you do, but why?”
“I chose you because you stalked her the one full year in third grade, remember? Nobody knew and you weren’t even trained in the slightest.” He scratched his chin a bit. “You also seem to have radar built into you for locating her.”
“If that is all, I will go.” Without waiting for an answer, the teenager disappeared.
~~~#*#~~~Toru crept up on the bush that she thought she heard squeak when she attacked Koran. She wanted to kick it, but she didn’t know what could be inside.
The bush rustled. Then something started poking out of the twigs and branches and pointed itself at Toru.
A titanium orb attached to a pole jabbed Toru in the nose. When the followed the length of the pole with her eyes, she found it ended in a trigger. A laser gun! That’s high rank weaponry… From my home planet!
The bush rustled again and something walked casually up to Toru. It was up to Toru’s thighs, but was about the same size as Toru when she was an alien. The alien’s malicious eyes glinted in the rays of the morning sun as it spoke, “Remember me?”
The laser gun still wedged against Toru’s nose, she spoke. “Yes you evil daughter of a-“ The trigger finger tightened. “Yes,” Toru spat out the last word with disgust. “Sniper,”
“That’s much better.” Sniper sighed in a fake calm voice. “Now I bet you are wondering how I got onto this planet with high rank weaponry that is normally used by highest ranked soldiers.”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“Why don’t I not?”
“Because you’re a jerk wad.”
“Correct. Now, I’ll just leave sight for a while and continue to stalk you until you surrender.” Sniper jumped up into the trees, taking her laser with her. “So long worm face!” She uttered a hearty laugh and there was no further sign of her.
“What, Toru?” asked Koran, “You’ve been gone a while.”
“So when is school starting?”
“When it does, how would I know?”
“I don’t know.” Toru was sitting on the bed in the room she was allowed to stay in when she first arrived. Koran was lying on the floor with his legs propped up on the wall.
The encounter with Sniper was nagging at the back of Toru’s mind; she wanted to tell someone, but there was no possible way to tell that to Koran, and Koran was the only one she was willing to talk to at the moment.
“I’m going to use the internet.” Toru said suddenly. She looked up alien sightings with Koran’s laptop, and found that her ship might have been sighted the night se crased. That didn’t bother her, but she felt rather wary about another two sightings that happened in the same area not long after.
Then she looked up when the school was starting. “It starts in two weeks, we should get ready for it, Koran.”
There was no sign of him, just the rustling of the trees outside of the open window. And perhaps the sound of running footsteps.