"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. McGee," Caitlin says, legs crossed and putting on her famous smile.
Donovan McGee is a rather plump man in his mid 40's wearing the fanciest suit that money can buy on his budget. When one considers that half his fingers are adorned in gold and silver rings, it's up to the imagination how he gets his money. Before coming here, Caitlin did a background check and McGee's tactics as a politician are rather cutthroat. He hates to lose and will remove his competition by any means necessary, but behind the scenes of course. No one needs to know what he does in the shadows.
Donovan tears his eyes away from Caitlin's chest, which the redhead finds offensive but she hides it rather well. "Please, call me Don. Everyone does." A half-truth, but it's better than a straight out lie. Uge! Caitlin hates politicians. Well, with the sole exception being Samson. He gets a free pass. She thinks. If this was a cartoon she'd have red hearts for eyeballs for her favorite hero.
"Of course, Don! It's a pleasure to meet you." Caitlin says, not bothering to hide her bubbly personality. She's learned it has a disarming effect on others, but also tends to create an image of being naive as well. Exactly what she's going for.
Don grunts, eyeing the Primetime Phoenix with a hint of desire in those eyes. "Hungry? We can have dinner if you like?" But the politician is thinking of other things right now and Caitlin is beginning to regret coming here. But she needs to do this. There is no turning back now. She's here to bribe him with a truckload of money with the check she has in her purse.
Still maintaining her smile, she politely refuses, "No thank you, Don. I ate before coming here." She says, totally lying. She has been busy today and hasn't had a single bite to eat but she doesn't say that because this guy is not her type. No way in a million years will she eat with him. Yuck. Poke me with a pitchfork!
Disappointed but not offended by the rejection, he folds his beefy hands on the table, "To business then! Your proposal over the phone sounds enticing. So, why should I drop out of the race against Samson Starr, aside from your obvious association with him? You have five minutes to convince me." He says in a gruff manner, the last sentence clearly indicating that if he's not convinced in a limited time frame then it's over. And if anything, Donovan McGee has a reputation of being rather stubborn.
Caitlin is about to speak her idea to him when her eyes suddenly glow yellow and then it's almost as if she speaks in a different voice. One that is silky, but with a hint of danger laced on that pretty little tongue, "What are you afraid of, Donovan?" She keeps the smile, but it now turns into something rather creepy as the corners move beyond what is humanly possible. Her teeth! The teeth are like...a shark!
Taken a bit aback by this sudden change, as well as the eyes, Don asks her in mild confusion, "Ex-Excuse me?" His heart rate increases, but he tries to keep his cool because he knows he's in the presence of someone who has superpowers. Maybe she's here to intimidate him.
In the blink of an eye, Caitlin rises from her chair and is is now sitting in Don's lap, cupping both his cheeks in her hands as she hisses at him between clenched teeth, "I said...what are you afraid of?"
Don gasps in surprise at the sudden movement, but quickly recovers as he looks her right in those eerie yellow eyes that seem to burn like fiery embers, "Y-You can't intimidate me! SEC--" He begins to scream for security, but it's cut short when Caitlin creates a construct of hard-light energy. It's of a gag around his mouth.
Moving her hands to Don's temples, Caitlin's eyes light up with excitement, "Nevermind, I'm inside your head now." She says in a whisper, "I know what your most afraid of. Your worst fear." Then she blows yellow dust in his face and then his world turns into pure, absolute, terror as he begins to utter a muffled scream as his fears seemingly come to life before him, to haunt him and drag him into the abyss of madness.
Caitlin laughs, drinking up the fear as if it's a sweet vanilla milkshake. Delicious! And she takes it all in, refusing to stop the mental assault on Don's poor mind until he breaks. The poor man never stood a chance....
A bit later...
Caitlin screams until someone comes into the room and they gasp in shock at what they find. "Oh my ***! What happened?" She asks.
Caitlin cups her hand over her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I...I don't know...he..." The other woman persists even if she herself is trying to hold back her intense emotions, but someone has to stay strong, "Take a deep breath...now tell me what happened."
Caitlin takes a deep breath and tells her that, "We were just talking and Don suddenly clutched his chest, complaining about chest pain. Then he fell to the floor. I tried performing CPR but nothing! Oh ***!"
And that is the story Caitllin sticks with even when the police arrive and ask her questions. Strangely, it's what she honestly remembers. But how can that be? Could someone or something have possessed her before altering her memory? So many questions remain unanswered but the police get their statement and send her home.
Later it will be revealed that Donovan McGee died from massive cardiac arrest. Not terribly surprising since the man happened to be in poor health. The case is closed and no evidence of foul play was found.
Caitlin goes home, not knowing what happened. But something inside of her does and that thing has just claimed her first victim and likely one of many.
Who or what lurks inside of Caitlin Riker?