By The Psyentist 89 Comments
"Dr. Steele? I'd like to see you in my office." A man with a well-trimmed, blonde beard motioned for the psychiatrist to enter. Alexandra rolled her eyes as she slung her purse over her shoulder and walked into the dimly lit room. Back in the US and already plagued by governmental bureaucracy, she thought sardonically. With an inhuman grace, she smoothed down her white pencil skirt and sat gingerly upon the chair before the man's desk. Her icy eyes watched him intently as he eyed her never taking his own seat. He began his monologue.
"Dr. Steele, I am deeply sorry to have to inform you that I seem to have found a discrepancy with your paperwork that you've provided for reregistration." The middle-aged man named Smith took a few steps before pursing his lip and lowering his lids, casting a strange look upon the blonde woman. "I don't want to cause you any alarm, as I'm sure this whole situation can all be worked out, but these…" he placed a hand on her file, "are forgeries. There is no such person as Alexandra Steele. They are… very good. This could get you into a lot of trouble, Ms. Steele."
The doctor's eye twitched at the misnomer even more than the perplexing situation in which she had found herself. Alexandra was an alias. She had not been born in the United States… she hadn't been borne conventionally at all. She took in a deep breath and exhaled before responding cooly. "I'm sure this is all just one big mistake. I think it would be in everyone's best interest if this whole thing just went away."
The man exhaled sharply. "Yes, I'm sure you would like that, wouldn't you? You're quite a popular person, Dr. Steele with your clients and with the government as a metahuman specialist." He stepped from around to stand directly in front of her, leaning against his desk. He faced her, his legs spread slightly, arms crossed, his grey eyes watching her every move. "I understand you are in a very, very compromising situation here. If word of this got out… you would be ruined. But… I'm afraid it's my job to root out fraud. I can't imagine there is any way you could convince me otherwise."
Alexandra's eyes narrowed, her red lips tightening. "Are you blackmailing me, Mr. Smith? What is it you want? Money? You are a government worker, after all. And that suit is terrible." The side of her mouth curled into a smirk.
"You're in no position to make snide remarks." He snapped.
Her lip curled up. "Yes, I can see quite clearly the positions in which you wish I was. But you have picked the wrong woman to cross, Smith. I was planning on letting you live, but your insolence has driven me to rescind my mercy." She stood quickly to her feet, her eyes glowing red. Smith's eyes widened and his mouth opened, but no sound came. "Government jobs can be very stressful, Mr. Smith. Your blood pressure seems to be a bit high. I can hear your heart from here. It seems like it's just too much for you to handle. An vessel in your brain is already strained and ballooning." The telekinetic flexed her mental powers, and the man collapsed on the floor, dead in almost an instant. "Normally I eat the people I kill, but you're so pathetic, you have nothing to offer me. Goodbye, Mr. Smith." Alexandra rushed out the door. "Someone help! Mr. Smith just collapsed… he's dead!"
After the trying affair at the office, Alexandra eagerly retreated to her car. "Now… where was I? Oh, yes. Back to business." Her red lips curled into a fanged smile as she started the vehicle and drove off.