Title:   Rescue Mission:  Part 3 
Author:  SaturnNalia 
Rating:   PG-13 
Hi!!!  I know it's been a long time, but I've 
been busy *pout*.  I know that's not a good 
excuse 
but I can't come up with a better one.  So here 
is part three.  This is dedicated to all the 
people who wrote and demanded a part three.  
Thank you to all of you that wrote in and asked 
for 
this part.  This is for you, so feel honored, I 
don't do dedications, he he.  If you have any 
comments on the story I'm always glad to hear 
from you.  My e-mail is inna@localnet.com. 
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    The velvety black sky sparkled with bright 
stars. 
    "Hey look at that dad."  Justin pointed up 
at the sky.  "It's a shooting star." 
    "Go ahead and make a wish.  It might come 
true." 
    "Okay."  Justin tightly squeezed his eyes 
shut.  Various wished floated across his brain.  
"I got it, dad.  When will it come true?" 
    Justin opened his eyes.  Confusion clouded 
his expression, as he searched for his father.  
"Dad where are you?"   He whispered.  He peered 
into the dense forest of trees.  He took a step 
in the direction of the dark woods.  He was told 
never to go into them at night because it was 
very easy to get lost in them with no light to 
help him see.  But her ignored the warning his 
brain was screaming.  His dad was missing and 
the only place he could be was the woods.  There 
was nothing around but woods.  This little 
clearing was the only place where trees didn't 
grow.  It was the perfect spot for star gazing.  
No bright lights, no noisy traffic. 
    A cold wind blew, pushing Justin in the 
direction of the woods.  "Come Justin.  Join 
us."  
It whispered. 
    "Who . . . who's there?"  He wildly searched  
around for the mysterious voice. 
    "Come and you will see."  The wind danced 
and wrapped itself around Justin. 
    Breathing hard, he walked across the 
clearing.  Fisting his hands he forced himself 
to walk 
forward.  His heart was painfully pounding in 
his chest, he could hear the blood rushing 
through 
his veins. 
    "Justin.  No!"  His father screamed just as 
he reached the edge of the woods.  "Stay away.  
Don't come any closer.  Run!" 
    "Dad!"  Justin ran into the woods.  "Where 
are you?" 
    Tree branches slapped him in the face as he 
ran head long into the forest.  His ears trying 
to hear his father's voice again.  His eyes 
couldn't adjust to the dense blackness of the 
night.  Then a blazing white light exploded from 
the trees, blinding him.  Using his arms to 
cover his face, Justin hid behind a giant oak. 
    "There is no need to resist, my friend.  We 
are here to help you.  We mean you no harm.  
Just tell us where your offspring is."  A 
gentle, melodious voice spoke. 
    Justin carefully peeked around the tree.  
White orbs of light were hovering above his 
father's prone body.  He took a step in his 
father's direction, but an invisible force held 
him 
back.  He glanced over his shoulder to see a man 
holding his shoulders. 
    "Don't move."  He commanded in a whisper. 
    "But my dad . . . "  A large hand was placed 
over his mouth. 
    Justin struggled against the man's hold, but 
to no avail.  "Watch and learn, Justin."  Justin
stopped struggling and looked up at the old man.  
His red eyes glowed with emptiness.  How did he 
know his name? 
    "Watch Justin."  He quietly commanded, 
extending a long white finger over Justin's 
shoulder. 
    A scream of pain diverted his attention away 
from the strange man.  His father arched his 
back, as an invisible force zapped through him.  
A red light began to build in the center of his 
forehead.  Justin was stunned into silence, the 
scream inside his head never made it to his 
lips.
A glowing red sphere floated up from his 
father's forehead and spread to surround his 
entire body.  
Within a blink of an eye the red orb zipped up 
into the black sky, taking away Justin's only 
family. 
    "Dad?"  He screamed in anger and denial. 
    "There is nothing to be done now.  You must 
come with me." 
    The old man's voice drifted away into 
nothingness and Justin was alone once more.  
Blazing 
white lights speed through the night sky, 
falling from the heavens.  Light exploded to his 
right,
then his left.  In front of him appeared his 
fathers body.  But Justin knew it was not his 
father
.  The glowing corps in front of him did not 
resemble the man that had been his father.  The 
sky 
blue eyes were no longer full of laughter and 
love, but of hatred.  His lips were curled into 
a 
cruel smile. 
    "Justin, my boy, why not come and give your 
old man a hug."  His arms stretched out toward 
Justin. 
    "What's wrong with you, dad?" 
    "There's nothing wrong.  Why would you say 
that?"  He took a step closer. 
    "What was that red light and what were those 
white things?"  Justin took two steps back. 
    "You were always such a curious boy.  Those 
things you don't need to know right now.  Just 
take my hand and everything will be all right."  
His hands reached for Justin. 
    "No."  Justin turned and ran back to the 
clearing. 
    "Justin why did you leave me?" 
    "Justin why didn't you save me?" 
    "Justin you could have saved me." 
    "Justin you abandoned me when I needed you 
most." 
    "Justin, Justin, Justin." 

    "Would you wake up already.  I don't think I 
can take much more of this stench."  Mina gave 
Justin's lifeless body a good shack  "You're 
worse then a hibernating bear.  What are you 
dreaming of, that makes you sleep like the 
dead?"  Mina leaned over the bed to get a closer 
look 
at his sleeping face.  As hard as she tried she 
couldn't help from thinking that he looked so 
angelic in sleep.  And maybe, just maybe, in 
really poor lighting he could look quiet 
handsome.  
Her eyes traveled down his face to his lips.  
They looked soft and full.  How would they feel? 
    "You." 
    "What?"  Mina jumped back guiltily. 
    "I was dreaming of you."  She smiled 
sleepily up at her. 
    "How dare you dream of me.  You have no 
right to use my image in your dreams."  Her face 
was 
flushed with embarrassment.  What had she been 
thinking? 
    "Why are you here?  This is my day off."  
Justin turned over on to his side and pushed his 
head under a pillow. 
    "You promised to help me and I'm here to 
collect." 
    "Not today.  I had a really rough night."  
His muffled voice barely reached her ears. 
    "Are you whining?  Mr.  Macho is whining 
like a baby because he had a rough night.  What 
do 
you think I had, an adventure in Disneyland?  
You are not the easiest person to deal with." 
    "Thanks.  Now go away." 
    "You will wake up right now and help me look 
for Amy." 
    Oh, that high and mighty, snippy tone of 
hers really annoyed him.  Who did she think she 
was,
coming into his apartment and ruining his day. 
    "You know what?  I'd rather fight a hundred 
of those mutants from last night then deal with 
you this morning."  He threw the pillow to the 
foot of the bed. 
    "Aren't we just full of compliments this 
morning?" 
    "You know I don't have to put up with this.  
All I have to do is push you out that window and
people would thank me for ridding the world of 
such a nuisance."  He sat up in bed and scowled 
at her. 
    She smiled a dazzling smile. 
    "What?"  He was getting annoyed that he was 
unable to get rid of her. 
    "My, what lovely pjs we have."  She tipped 
her head to the side and continues smiling. 
    Justin looked down to see his Sesame Street 
boxers peeking out from underneath the blanket.  
Big bird, along with Cookie Monster stared up at 
him with smiles as though they agreed with Mina. 
Scooping up the blanket, he covered himself up 
to the chin.  "Do you mind?"  His face turned 
red. 
    "Pink is a very good color on you."  She 
turned and left the room. 
    "Great.  Just great."  Justin threw the 
blanket away.  "Now she has something else to 
hold 
over my head." 
    He walked into the bathroom and looked in 
the mirror.  Mornings were not his thing.  His 
black hair stuck up at different angles, his 
blue eyes were puffy little slits, and a dark 
stubble was growing on his chin. 
    Justin rubbed his hands over his face trying 
to rub away the sleep and the residue of the 
familiar nightmare.  Looking back into the 
mirror he flinched at the sight.  "This face 
would 
scare anyone to death, but only in the morning." 
    Turning on the water in the sink, he slashed 
cold water on his face. 
    "Jusssss-tinnnnn."  A whisper hissed. 
    "For God's sake Mina I'm in the bathroom.  
It's my apartment, can't I get some privacy 
here?"  
He yelled as he glanced at the doorway, only to 
see that it was empty. 
    "Jussss-tinnnnn."  His head turned in the 
direction of the sound.  The mirror showed the 
same
 thing it had before, a reflection of his face.  
"Jussss-tinnnn."  A hazy red image filled the 
mirror.  It was a man with Justin's eyes, empty 
and dead. 
    "Dad."  Justin was frozen in place, his legs 
refused to move and his eyes were glued to the 
image. 
    A hand reached for Justin.  "Give me the 
power to live again, my son."  The figure came 
closer.  "You are the only one who can save me."  
The cold, clammy hand touched Justin's bare 
shoulder.  Although the hand was ice cold, it 
was burning Justin's skin. 
    "That's right Justin, come with me.  Help me 
now."  The seductive, hypnotic voice seduced 
Justin.  He felt himself being pulled in the 
direction of the mirror and he was powerless to 
stop
 himself.  A part of his brain screamed for him 
to stop and fight the evil that pulled at his 
soul, but the power of the voice was stronger 
then his brain. 
    "I need a hero.  I'm holding out for a hero 
until the end of the night.  He's gotta be 
strong
, and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh 
from the fight."  Lyrics and music blared 
throughout the apartment, shaking the walls and 
vibrating the floor. 
    "Justin!  How do you turn this thing off!"  
Mina's voice barely audible above the screaming 
Bonny Tyler. 
    That music knocked Justin out of his trance.  
He blinked his eyes in order to focus on the 
mirror.  Nothing was there except his image. 
    "Justin, quit admiring yourself in the 
mirror.  I need help here."  Mina ran screaming 
into 
his bedroom with hands over her ears. 
    "I need a hero.  I'm holding out for a hero 
until the morning light.  He's gotta be sure, 
and it's gotta be soon and he's gotta be larger 
then life." 
    Justin blinked once more and glanced at 
Mina. Venus.  The word whispered though his 
brain.  
He shook his head. 
    "Don't just stand there gawking, do 
something.  I'm losing my hearing." 
    "Too bad you couldn't lose your voice." 
    "What?" 
    He shook his head and smiled. 
    Mina watched Justin walk out into the living 
room as though the incredible noise didn't 
bother him.  SHe couldn't stop herself from 
smiling.  Those boxers were so ridiculous.  What 
type of person would wear Sesame Street to 
sleep? 
    "A highly intelligent one?"  Justin answered 
after turning down the volume on the stereo. 
    Mina lifted a brow in doubt.  Since she 
could hear him speak she figured it was safe to 
stop 
protecting her ears.  Wait a minute, his mouth 
had not moved. 
    "Did you say something?"  She asked just to 
make sure she wasn't going insane. 
    Justin pretended not to hear her question 
and continued to play around with the dials on 
the 
music set. 
    "Justin?"  There was something wrong here. 
    "Nothing is wrong.  Just leave it alone."  
Again she heard his voice loud and clear, yet he 
hadn't spoken a word. 
    "Oh my God.  What's going on here?"  Mina 
backed away from the living room and stumbled 
into 
his bedroom. 
    "Mina calm down." 
    Startled to hear his voice so close to her 
ear, Mina jumped to the left and banged into the 
bed.  Pain radiated up her leg.  "Ouch."  She 
sat down on the bed and stared up at Justin.  
"What are you?" 
    "I'd like to know that myself.  I'm sorry I 
didn't mean to scare you.  Most people can't 
hear me when I talk to them  that way.  I wonder 
why you could."  He sat down on the bed next to 
her.  Justin tried not to notice Mina shifting 
away from him.  "Don't move to far, you'll fall 
of the bed." 
    Mina froze.  "How did you move so fast?"  
She examined his profile carefully, trying to 
detect horns. 
    "No I don't have horns, so stop looking."  
He stared down at the floor littered with dirty 
socks and wrinkled shirts. 
    "Sorry."  He knew she didn't mean it, she 
kept on searching his face. 
    Mina narrowed her eyes as she spotted 
something on his forehead, it was hidden in his 
hair 
line.  She moved close enough to touch his face.  
Putting her hand on his forehead, she listed 
his hair. 
    Justin jerked away from her and managed to 
slip to the floor.  "What are you doing?"  He 
looked up at her. 
    "Nothing.  I though I saw something but it 
was a brownie crumb."  Mina sighed and looked 
down
at her hands.  "So you're telepathic?" 
    "I guess so." 
    "I can except that.  I know a couple that's 
telepathic.  They always know when the other is 
in trouble."  She smiled down at him.  "Come on.  
Get up.  We have a missing person to find."  
She stood and reached down to help him up. 
    He excepted her hand.  "So what were you 
doing with my stereo?"  He let her tug on his 
hand 
without helping. 
    "I was trying . . ."  She grind her teeth.  
". . . a news station . . ."  She managed to 
drag 
him across the floor.  ". . . to see what was 
going on in the world." 
    "I see.  Didn't your mother teach you not to 
play with other people's property?"  She was 
trying her hardest to get him up.  He wondered 
why she didn't give? 
    "Are you get up or what?  I'm not about to 
wash the floor with your behind." 
    Justin stood.  She was a stubborn, 
meddlesome, and annoying human being and it was 
beyond his
 comprehension why he found her so interesting. 
    Venus.  Death. 
    "Justin are you okay?"  She snapped her 
fingers in front of his face.  "Snap out of it.  
What's wrong with you?"  He was staring ar her 
with a glazed expression.  She grabbed him by 
the 
shoulders and gave him a hard shake.  When that 
that didn't work she drew her hand back. 
    "Don't even think about it." 
    She scratched her shoulder.  "What?" 
    "Let's get going."  He let go of her hand 
slowly, trailing his fingertips over her palm. 
    Mina swallowed.  For some unexplainable 
reason his touch made her mouth dry.  "Good."  
She 
squeaked out. 
    Justin smiled.  Yup, he was getting to her.  
He looked over his shoulder, she was still 
standing there starring at him.  "Do you mind.  
I have to change." 
    "Sorry."  Her voice was stronger now and her 
face was beet red. 
    Glorious day, he had made her uncomfortable.  
Today was going to be a good day. 
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Well, this is the end of part three hope you 
enjoyed it and I'm really sorry that it took me 
soooo long to write it.  I'll try to do better 
with part four.  Oh, yes there will be a part 
four 
so keep an eye out.  Again thanks to those who 
sent in comments, praising my wonderful work 
(well, maybe not but this is fiction right?).  
If you have any questions or comments, my e-mail 
is inna@localnet.com.