Pretty dang

"Hi, welcome to Zenith how may I help ya?"

"Oh hi, um. We are just visiting the city and got a little turned around." Chelsea explained. Her head started getting fuzzy. (Must be my nerves) she thought.

"Oh, no problem ladies. I can set ya right up."

After a brief exchange with the receptionist, Chelsea was fairly confident on where they needed to go. However she felt like she needed to sit down and rest.

"Thank you soooo much." Kristin said with a large grin. "But would you, like, mind if we sat down for a minute? My feet are kiiiiilllling me."

"No problems sugar, just try not to hang around too long. Security can get a little touchy."

"Oh you're just the best, thank you!" Kristin replied as she followed Chelsea to the couch near the door.

"Hey, do you like, feel something?" Kristin asked Chelsea once they had sat down. "Like there is something telling me to be here."

"I feel like my head is screaming at me. I don't know why though."

(The wife and stripper. What are they doing here?) Chance thought to himself as he saw the two ladies sitting in the welcome area of Zenith. He quickly made a call to the security desk located near the main entrance and gave the order to have the two ladies removed. He didn't dare show his own face, just in case they would recognize him.

"I'm sorry ladies, you need to leave." The burly security guard gruffly explained.

"Awww, but my feet are like, suuuuuper sore. Look!" Kristin raised a dainty foot up towards the guards face. Wiggling her toes at him.

"Ma'am you can find another place to rest."

Chelsea sighed, "Kristin put your foot down. Thank you sir, we will be on our way." She rose to her feet and pulled Kristin up with her. Her eyes wandered over the room they were in one last time. It really was beautiful. Large marble pillars dominated the room. The sleek black floors were so clean that they reflected nearly everything in the room. The shadows of the people outside, the lights, the pillars, the receptionist desk, the company pictures... Chelsea stopped and swallowed hard. (Why is a picture of Matthew here?)

"CAN WE....ahem..... Can we use the restroom please? Before we go?" Chelsea implored the guard, hoping to get a better look at the photo.

"Sure, this way please." The large man sighed and swept his arm in the direction of the bathroom.

"Look at how pretty this place is." Chelsea remarked to Kristin. "Those photos are so professional looking don't you think?"

"Yeah, they are suuuper fancy looking."

Chelsea could only hope that Kristin could focus enough to recall Matthew's face and be able to confirm her suspicions.

"Thank you sir, we will be right back out." Chelsea said to the guard as they walked into the restroom.

"Oh this bathroom is sooooooo pretty!" Kristin exclaimed before the door closed behind them both. Leaving the guard to shake his head in amused disbelief.

"Kristin! Did you see that picture of Matthew?" Chelsea hissed

"Yeah the red-headed IRS guy. Why would his picture be here? Maybe he has two jobs? What a hard working man. Kinda hot TBH."

"There's no way he has enough pull in a company to be in a picture in the foyer AND be an auditor for the IRS."

"Sooooo he lied? Why?"

"To get close to Logan maybe? I mean Matthew started acting strange after he met Logan and never really came back to follow up with the audit." Chelsea reasoned.

Kristin shifted on her feet. "I mean, that makes sense. He was like super interested in Logan."

A knock at the door interrupted the two. "Ladies, Mr. McCallister says it's time for you to leave. Please come out."

"Coming!" Chelsea shouted and quickly washed her hands.

The two ladies exited the restroom and began to make their way towards the exit. Kristin got close enough to read the plaque under Matthew's photograph. She gasped and pulled at Chelsea's sleeve to get her to look.

Chance McCallister- Head of Research and Development/Security

Chelsea stopped moving and felt a cold rage spread from her core throughout her entire being. "Logan........" Tears formed in her eyes as she trembled.

Kristin stood still, too still. Her normally smiling face wore a mask of deathly seriousness. Her eyebrows furrowed and her jaws clenched. "McCallister......"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." McCallister cursed to himself as he pressed a button to speak with the security room nearest the main entrance. "Get the two women in the main lobby subdued, separated, and confined until I say otherwise."

He watched as his well disciplined and trained staff quickly reacted to his orders. He watched as several more security members arrived and formed a semi circle around the two women. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw their hands on non-lethal weapons, ready to react at a moment's notice.

Kristin scanned their surroundings, at least seven armed guards had them cornered against the wall. She felt something foreign yet familiar at the same time. She wasn't angry, just a white hot vengeance and protectiveness filled her. Her brown eyes were hard as she stared down everyone that dared threaten her Chelsea.

Chelsea was still sobbing with her head low. "Where is my Logan." she whispered. The cold helplessness inside her spread until it finally erupted. "WHERE IS OUR HUSBAND?!"

Kristin saw a guard lunge towards Chelsea's back. Her own rage boiled out and her skin crawled. *Brace yourself*. The guard seemed to move in slow motion and before she could process what to do she turned and struck him in the jaw with a heavy right hand. A heavy right hand that no longer resembled the delicate hand that it had been a split second before.

Chelsea turned at what she assumed was someone being struck with a bat. She saw Kristin, or at least what looked like Kristin, standing between her and the rest of the guards. Close to what looked to be 7 foot tall with a muscular form, covered in scales that seemed a strange cross between python and crocodile, yet almost in constant motion. Her normally straight brown hair was now a wild plume of dark orange coming down to the middle of her back. She saw the guards pull out their weapons and train them on Kristin. Chelsea's eyes widened. *No more.* She raised her arms and felt her fingers lengthen and twist. Turning a pitch black that faded to white at mid-forearm. The white continued to cover her body from head to mid-calf, where it faded back to black. Her eyes also turned a pure white, outlined with purple. The white of her body was striped in zebra-like fashion with the same purple that rimmed her eyes. Her fingers swept out and ensnared the guards weapons, ripping them from their grasps.

"Oh fuck."