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Skeletons. Curse. Murders. Follow Tike Henezingson on her twisted journey with the worst friend ever. From the electric fence of the compound where she meets her father, to the exotic, hidden jungle of her friends' hideout, Tike must find a way to rid herself of her age-old curse. Will she survive? Will she become a murderer, just like her friends? And will she ever find a way to live happily with her whole family?


5. Newbies and New Genes

Tike Henezingson, Day 22 of my Diary.


She piled us all into the truck. The seats were leather, however I couldn't tell if the leather was faux or not. Curse my touchy-touchy-feely-spider sense leaving me alone in the cold metaphorical cell of life. My first Covert-Operation was somewhat awkward, as I still had not decided on my new skin. I couldn't decided between huge badassery, or something to 'Bring the boys to the yard' as Kelis would say. Gorge couldn't keep his eyes off me, and for all the wrong reasons too, guess he'd never seen a skeleton before. Hope he gets used to it. I could feel the eyes of all 13 people boring into my ribcage, spine and skull. They must be pretty freaked out.


The Rover pulled up outside some American compound, surrounded by water and men with pistols and expensive sunglasses, with straight pinstripe suits. The walls of the compound were covered in paint, almost as if a five year old had her birthday at her fathers house. Pink ponies and rainbows covered the pristine white walls. She signed to us, saying 'They don't know we're here. All you have to do is eliminate the target and get the information we need. We can pull you out of no situations, just get in, get good, and get out.' Of course, it was me who fell asleep when she gave us the prep talk earlier. This Cove-Op is going to be fun, with my physical appearance and knowledge of the target himself.


I looked across at Gorge, and wondered if he'd let me squeeze into his backpack, however judging by the size of it that would not have happened. She looked at us and smiled a small, sly smile, and pulled the Rover up outside the somewhat pristine public parking lot. She whispered to us to 'Stick together', and told me to find a guard costume quickly, before entering the official building. The rest of us -Baring me- were dressed in plain, simple soldiers uniform in an attempt to help us blend in with the smart guards and black-suited VIP's.


I watched silently as people spread all over the busy compound. I wondered what kind of event was going on, although judging by the participants of the event, some rich kids' party. Well, release the Kraken. Let's do this thing. We piled out of the Rover and nervously looked around us. I looked across the pavement to see if I could see Gorge. He must've made it out last. I'm going to have to find him to help me with my clothing situation. He looked really, really pale earlier when we were driving. I'm sure he's fine. He better be, otherwise I'm in a bit of a pickle. I heard several of the newbies discussing my appearance behind me in attempted whispers. How tempted I was to simply turn around and slap them with my bony hand.


I was starting to get a bit worried now. He hadn't turned up in at least an hour of me waiting by the van and creeping around the house looking for him, and I had only grown a small unusual feeling in the middle of my ribcage, around about where my heart would be. I decided that he'd probably entered the building and was way ahead of the cameras and motion sensors than I was. Looking around, I noticed several hidden bodies and so many free skins up for the taking. I just wanted a body, really, any clothes I could change myself. Unfortunately, I had to choose a female skin which made me feel extremely uncomfortable because I had to stare at the corpses of dead women, of which there weren't many, anyway. How sexist can a world be? Women can be security guards if they want to. Not many people would like to be them, but still! It's the thought that counts.


A perfect skin looked me in the eye. Thin, relatively tall, dyed red hair, a good ratio of badass to eye candy and looked very nice in black, which would come in handy later on in life for other extra-credit missionsSo, I began the transition. A slight form of dread began to form within my ribcage as I realised I'd have to get down to the skin of her so it would work properly. Ugh. I hate biology. I dragged her body into the thick, lush, green shrubbery and trees. Mostly maple, with a few oaks dotted along the concrete paths of the rainbow compound and stripped her clean. I felt extremely uncomfortable crouching next to a naked dead body. I prayed to God that no-one had their rounds walking down the seemingly unused concrete paths alongside the large grassy mound of which I was situated on.


I brushed my bony fingers along the side of her cheek and thought about if I really wanted this to be my body. My bound soul-mate. My new Cage. I began the transition by attempting to cut and pour some of her blood into my mouth using only a small stick and a rather large amount of string I had found on the floor from the party mob, possibly from a balloon. Fortunately, the newbies decided to be clean and clear with their actions, using a simple Carageson Method from about the 1960's, a non-lethal take-down executed very well and yet pulled off badly because of obvious hiding. I mean, a bush, seriously? How unoriginal. They had left me lots of blood to work with though. And thus, began the second stage of the Transition, bad timing too, because a sleek, black, expensive-looking Ford Escort pulled up next to the ancient Jeep, surrounded by special agents and confused bodyguards. I watched as the strange man pulled a massive black bag out of the back of the car. I wasn't able to get a better angle than where I was already... Shame, because my tingling hands just reminded me of what I was trying to do.

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