Chapter Fourteen: What is and isn’t
Area 51, Southern Nevada August 15th 2010
Three days had passed. He had gotten some information about her, but not as much as he had hoped. Half the time he wondered if she was making everything up. The girl she was talking about and the one that was sitting in front of him were too different people. This one seemed to be more sinister and evil, not the kind, sweet and innocent teenager she was describing herself as. It just didn’t add up.
Rosemary wiggled her wrists in the chains. “Untie my hands and feet, give me my own packet of cigarettes and I’ll tell you a secret.”
McGee stared at her for a moment before looking back at the mirror. Within seconds her hands and feet were free. With a satisfied grin she propped her legs on the metal table and caught the packet McGee tossed to her.
He normally didn’t give in to such demands, but the strange girl amused him. She knew so much and took all of it lightly, like nothing really mattered to her any more. She seemed like a moody teenager, but he had a feeling it was something more. Something darker. Rosemary wasn’t as threatening as the Military had said she was. In fact, to him she just looked like a normal person wanting to get back to her family; evil was there, though. It came in the form of her all-knowing stare. If she knew so much, and kept so much a secret, why was she so willing to tell it?
This struck another idea.
They had said they found her in an alley next to a half-eaten body, and then found her again next to another devoured body. If she was as careful as she said she was then why did she let herself get caught this time? And where was her family? She was being more cooperative then he thought she should have been. Did she want her story to be told?
Lighting the white cylinder in her mouth, Rosemary smirked. “As I as saying… Think of any magical creature. Go on, anything.”
McGee frowned, wondering what she was getting at as always. “Mermaid.” He said the first thing he could think of.
Rosemary raised a neat eyebrow and took the cigarette from her lips with a small pucker. “I was expecting Vampire or Werewolf, something the media likes to dwell on.”
The interrogator only shrugged. “First one I thought of.”
This of course was a lie. His three year old son had watched a children’s movie about them the night before and called him to blabber about it until his Ex took the phone away. McGee wanted to keep his son and his Ex-wife out of his work. The reason he was divorced in the first place was because of work related incidents that caused more damage than he had hoped.
The girl nodded and brought the cigarette to her lips. “Witches refuse to believe they’re real, but they are.”
McGee sat still for a moment, processing what she had just said. Mermaids were real? Did she mention Witches? If they were real then what the hell was she? More importantly if mermaids were real, what else was real?
“Goblins.”
“Real.”
“Gnomes.”
“Vile little things. One bit me once, he didn’t like it when you picked his flowers.”
“Griffins.”
“Rather odd one to bring up… but yes, they are real, too. Dying out though, just like the dragon.”
McGee scratched his head, a bit overwhelmed with what he had just been told. “If all those are real, then what isn’t?”
Lifting her one leg up and crossing it over the other, Rosemary looked at him with raised eyebrows. Snubbing out her cigarette, she blew out a cloud of grey smoke. “Zombies, for the most part. La Chupacabra, as far as I know, is just a normal animal.”
McGee leaned back in his chair and ran a hand down his face. “Good God…”
“Witches don’t like us very much.” She stated with a sigh. “And the Vampyres only make it worse.”
“Us?”
“Lilith is always chasing us. And Death is always nagging about something…”
“Lilith as in-”
“Then there was Caspar and Cassandra…”
“Slow down!” gasped McGee, holding his hands up. “I can’t keep up.”
Her pale green-blue eyes flicked to his and she frowned. “Humans are so slow.”
“Then what are you?”
“Classified.”
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