Electric Truth

The weather was truly awful. It had been raining nonstop, and water splashed in all directions under my feet. My pant legs, as well as my shoes, were completely soaked. I looked ahead, trying to leave the city limits as quickly as possible. I had no desire to stay in this place any longer than necessary.

While running, I quickly pulled out my phone and checked the time. I grimaced when it dawned on me that my uncle would scold me for being a minute late. I picked up the pace. Honestly, I had no appetite for arguments, especially since I was exhausted and the wound under my ribs was still open. I turned the corner of a building, remaining cautious so as not to be noticed.

The last thing I needed was to arouse someone's curiosity.

Vibrations from my cellphone interrupted my thoughts. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I knew perfectly who was calling. I forced my body to sprint the remaining few meters that separated me from the car and swiftly hopped in.

"Twenty-three seconds," the man sitting in the driver's seat informed me.

As the door slammed shut behind me, the tires screeched, and the car sped off.

Great, I had been as careful as possible, and yet he woke up half the town with his show-off maneuver, I thought irritably.

"If I cared even a little, maybe I would apologize," I replied, not bothered in the slightest by his reproachful gaze. I winced as pain spread through my body when we made a sharp turn.

"As if I expected anything different," muttered the man under his breath.

This forty-something man was my uncle. Or at least that's what I called him. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and involuntarily smiled.

Old grump.

But if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be in this place, and I knew that. I owed him my not-so-valuable life. The memory of our first meeting sent shivers down my spine. That night... It was then that I understood partially who, or rather what, I was. And what resided within me.

I had come to terms with it. Any hope for a miraculous life had faded over the years. I hated revisiting the past, especially since I couldn't change anything about it. I had tried. But as it turns out, playing with time wasn't exactly safe or practically possible. It only existed in legends, and that wasn't particularly helpful.

I scolded myself mentally. Why the hell was I coming back to that? How many times had I gone through the same things over and over again, ending up with nothing?

I sighed and closed my eyelids. I was tired and sore. That must be it. And tonight, of all nights, the last thing I needed was to once again dwell on the mistakes of my life, for the millionth time.

And I had quite a few of those on my record.

"You need to write a report," Uncle spoke up, interrupting my thoughts.

"I'm not sure if I feel like it," my tone indicated that I really didn't feel like it.

"It's better than dwelling on old times."

I just scoffed. Of course, he knew where my thoughts had been wandering. As always, it irritated me how well he knew me. I didn't like it when someone knew my weaknesses. In my profession, if you could even call it that, it was highly inconvenient. I would even say dangerous.

But he was right. What I liked even less...

I didn't respond anymore. With my eyes closed, I rested my head comfortably and began analyzing the events of the past few hours. In the report, I had to describe as many details as possible, and there were quite a lot of them.

Before I could reach the end of my mission, I fell into a deep sleep.

I was awakened by the sound of opening doors. I blinked my eyes slightly and stretched. I was grateful to Uncle for choosing the car. It may not have been as comfortable as my bed, but I had no real reason to complain. It was perfect for a short nap.

In the background, I heard the elevator doors opening. I knew that several people would gather there just to inform Uncle of what had happened in his absence. It was as if they could hear my thoughts, and everyone started speaking at once.

"In New York..."

"They attacked..."

"Several werewolves were seen..."

I sighed and got out of the car. As soon as they saw me, the three men fell silent and turned their gaze towards me. If looks could kill, I would have been breathless at that moment.

Ah, how nice it was to be home, I thought sarcastically. "Boys, stop it," I heard Uncle's voice.

A small smile appeared on my lips. It grew even wider when I noticed that they cowered like dogs. I looked in their direction, maintaining an unwavering gaze, and walked past them. I had neither the desire nor the time to deal with a bunch of idiots.

Once in the elevator, I allowed my tense muscles to relax and let out a tired sigh. It had been a long night. Just the thought of the previous events sent shivers of disgust through my body. I didn't expect the job to be this dirty. Not only did I have to eliminate a few obstacles, but I also discovered something that shouldn't have been there. Before I could delve into my own thoughts, the elevator doors opened again, this time on the floor where my room was located.

I hurriedly made my way to the room and threw myself onto the bed. I sighed heavily and examined my wound. It had closed up, and I was no longer bleeding. The pain remained, but that bothered me the least. I took off my blouse, leaving myself in just a bra, and stood up. I tossed the dirty clothes into the trash bin and sat down heavily at the desk.

Despite my reluctance, I had to write the report. I forced myself to work, thinking that the sooner I finished, the sooner my body could rest.

After an hour, I was done.

I leaned back in the chair, stretching on it. I still felt the pain associated with the wound, although it was much weaker than an hour ago.

My body needed much less time to regenerate, but the process was still unpleasant. And it wasn't as fast as I wished it to be. I was about to throw myself tiredly onto the bed to get some sleep when a knock on the door made me sigh loudly.

Before I could respond, the only person, besides Uncle, whom I somewhat didn't hate, entered my room.

"Sometimes I feel like you forget about my existence," I looked meaningfully at the boy, to which he just laughed.

Brandon was quite handsome for his background. He had short blond hair, a straight nose, a well-defined jaw, though it could also be attributed to his training, and one of the most beautiful pairs of eyes. It was his eyes that made it impossible to look away from him. Brown irises, with a golden outline visible at the edges. At least in the sunlight, they looked like pure gold.

"I don't know if anyone has told you this, but you need a lot of attention," I replied, walking towards the bathroom, and quickly grabbing my pajamas along the way.

"Yeah, you... or..."

I didn't hear more as the bathroom door closed behind me. Without wasting time, I turned on the shower and undressed. When the hot water touched my weary body, I almost sighed with pleasure. Through the door, I could hear Brandon pacing around the room, muttering something to himself. Most likely expressing his annoyance at being ignored. However, I was too tired at the moment to engage in a conversation with him. I needed a quick shower and a warm bed. The rest could wait.

After ten minutes, dressed and in a slightly better mood, I stepped out of the shower and examined my reflection, running my hand over the mirror to wipe away the steam. The reflection showed a girl with an oval face, a slightly upturned nose, and delicate features. Large eyes, under which dark circles from sleepless nights were visible, were normally blue, with a hint of purple. But I knew their color could change quickly, which was probably the only outward sign of what resided inside me. I looked tired, and that's how I felt. In the past few weeks, I had far fewer hours of sleep than I would have liked, but I didn't complain. Firstly, I knew the downsides of this job, and secondly, my complaints would be futile anyway.

I left the bathroom and headed towards the bed, where Brandon was already lying. As soon as he noticed me, he smiled widely and patted the empty space beside him. I rolled my eyes but followed his silent command.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, covering my body with a blanket. I closed my eyes and sighed as my head sank into the soft pillow.

"You've read the report, haven't you?"

He always did that. Before crossing the threshold of my room, he knew all the details. At first, it bothered me, but later I noticed that it saved me a lot of time. Especially when I was as exhausted as I was now after missions. It later became our little ritual. After each mission, as soon as I was in the room, he would come and inquire about the details he already knew well. He did it to check how I felt and make sure I didn't miss anything. I had to admit, it was sweet.

"That's precisely why I'm curious to hear what else you have to say," he replied, quieter than usual. I knew the reason for it.

I opened my eyes and looked at my only friend. I remembered vividly how our relationship began. And thinking about it now, involuntarily, the corner of my mouth lifted.

After that one dreadful night that changed my life, I was brought here, to my "home." And this "home" turned out to be the Agency, dealing with everything extraterrestrial. In other words - aliens. Because they existed and coexisted among humans. Of course, except for a few exceptional individuals, no one knew about them, nor the fact that most legends were true, but not about fictional creatures, rather about real Extraterrestrials who had been visiting Earth for a very long time. And the Agency made sure that nothing slipped out of control and that everything remained a secret. And I was part of that whole secret. My task was to eliminate those who didn't abide by the rules and posed a threat of exposing this important secret. And it was for the better. At least, that's what everyone believed. If people found out that they were not at the top of the food chain, things could get unpleasant. So, all the ignorant ones could lead long and peaceful lives.

The Agency took care of the rest.

Or at least some of them.

The people working for the agency usually dealt with the informational aspect. On one hand, it was because they had nothing else to offer. Their bodies weren't as strong as ours, and any mention of additional abilities was out of the question. If they encountered a tough situation, they would be lying dead within two seconds, no matter how well trained they were.

On the other hand, humans didn't like to get their hands dirty. They were content sitting safely in their offices, feeling important.

The rest was taken care of by us. Aliens, or half-humans, because such cases also occurred. Mixing races, as the Agency explained it, was happening more and more frequently. Especially since more and more Extraterrestrials considered Earth an ideal planet to inhabit. Or at least an ideal destination for a short vacation. However, for them, "short" sometimes meant an entire human lifetime. One of the thousand conditions they had to fulfill in order to stay on Earth was blending into the environment. Assuming a human form, finding a place to live or work. Some of them saw it as a game and new experiences.

Not all of them caused trouble. A significant portion was satisfied with their collaboration, but exceptions occurred. And that's when I had my hands full.

Some species even posed a challenge for me, despite my training and the abilities I inherited from one of my parents. I didn't know which one because I didn't know either of them.

The power that resided within me was both a curse and a blessing. If I didn't possess it, I could lead a normal life, far away from this madness. But there was no way to get rid of it. I didn't even know what I truly was in the second half.

No one knew.

When my power manifested and I was brought here, I didn't have much choice. Either be useful or be eliminated. As a seven-year-old, I didn't fully understand what was happening, but I was wise enough to choose the former. Since then, my life had no chance of ever being normal.

"Have you fallen in love that you're staring at me for so long?" Brandon's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

Instinctively, I lightly hit his arm, to which he laughed, although his laughter disappeared after a while, replaced by a glimmer of concern in his eyes.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" He didn't let it go.

Weary and unwilling to engage in any arguments, I mentally returned to the events of a few hours ago and began to narrate.

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