What If The Mysterious Jane Doe Psycho Made First Contact?
“Intense,” Mac said. “That’s what everybody says about her.” His dark, circular face turned up to David. Behind the safety glass, David watched the woman. “Psycho’s a legend here.”
David glanced at the man dressed in white. “Why’s that?” His eyes reverted to the subject of their conversation.
“Man, nobody knows nothing about her. Name. Where she came from. How old she is. What happened to her. Nothing. They just brought her here in a straight jacket five years back. Dumped her off like a sack of potatoes. Never talks. Just sits around, eats her food, and beats the tar outta that punching bag. Hell, I’ll bet you a hundred pictures of George Washington she could clean up those bad boys at the armory next door.”
She threw a series of punches into the swaying bag. Psycho’s form was perfect. Execution flawless. Energy unstoppable. Every other figure in the gym steered clear of her.
“Did she get a medical exam?” David inquired.
“Oh yeah. Rumor has it Psycho was raped and miscarried.”
“That’s horrible, Mac. No wonder she’s so messed up.”
“I pity the fool who did it.” Mac sounded matter-of-fact. “Psycho’s waiting for the chance to get ‘em. I can tell. Seen it before. Watch yourself, David my man. Psycho’s dangerous. Wouldn’t want you getting’ killed on your first shift.”
“What do I call her?”
Mac chuckled. “She’s a Jane Doe. Wouldn’t call her Psycho to her face. Be smart. Stick with Jane.” Mac patted his shoulder.
White as a sheet, David took a quick breath and exhaled loudly. He held the syringe tightly, slowly opening the door.
Jane Doe never looked at David as he approached. She struck the bag with a flurry of fists and well timedkicks. “Jane,” David said calmly.
Instantly, Psycho whirled, landing a blow dead center to David’s eyes. He fell backward, head pounding against wood. He tasted blood.
Mac burst in, aiming a black box at Jane. “Not today, girlfriend,” he yelled. She twitched, falling over, body quivering like a crazed child making snow angels. “Call an ambulance,” Mac called over his shoulder. His massive form leaned over David. “Sorry, buddy. Psycho done broke your nose.”
“Where exactly in the cosmos are we, Khinnhee?” A three-fingered hand held a glass filled with brownish colored liquid and ice chips. Large obsidian eyes scanned a vast star field framing a blue planet and gray moon.
“Like I would know, Glogg. You flushed the map three parsecs back when you were praying to the porcelain god.” Khinnhee flipped a series of switches.
“My, aren’t we a little cranky.” Glogg took a long sip. “If she’s going to be this touchy, make the next one a double, Jloober.” A bulbous head nodded from the dim kitchenette. “And I could use a little dinner, too. Can opener boy - tuna me!” Jloober saluted with his
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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.12.2011
ISBN: 978-3-86479-026-3
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