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the air, landing flatly on the floor, trying to claw at his face to pull the barbed invaders out of his skin.
    Terry stood almost impassively, watching as the man convulsed. Still holding the switch that kept the power flowing, he asked Charlie, “ Do you think that’s enough? ”
    The question was almost rhetorical, but to his surprise, Charlie answered dourly, “Use up the battery. This thing is vile!”
    Terry said nothing. He knew, this close, Charlie could pick up on more of the Chrliti’s character. Apparently, there was no longer any question of who was really at fault here.
    Both Terry and Charlie had briefly entertained the thought that the Chrliti was the prisoner, but once Charlie had pronounced his brethren as the source of the trouble, neither of them felt any reason to worry about the creature’s well being. The man was another matter. He was going to pay for what the creature had coerced him into doing. Terry still couldn’t garner too much sympathy for him. Even as strong and vicious as the creature might have been, it still could do no more than suggest. The final choice of action was his. Though he might never have acted on the impulses, they were, in the final tally, his impulses. And as the only corporeal member of this putrid pairing, all physical aspects were his doing, and a judge and jury would mete out the payment for them.
    The other, though totally unknown by the families of the victims he had helped kill, would pay an equal or greater price but Terry and Charlie would do its issuance.
    The Chrliti writhed in agony within the confines of the host’s neurological systems. Unlike Charlie, he could come and go as he pleased, at least until he also met one as powerful and different as Terry. For now, though, he was simply there, being tortured by the amperage of the Taser and tormented by the failure of his task. He was one of the dark Chrliti, given to passions that reflected a love of the baser elements of the human psyche. Hate, fear, anger, he had learned them all over the years, but this had been the first time he had found a human he could control enough and who had enough of the same predilections as himself for him to really explore them. In his own way, he cursed the fact that he was being forced out so soon.
    At first, he had considered it a minor setback. Once his host had grabbed this interloper, he had planned to leap into his body. If it was powerful enough for him to control in the same manner, he would have used it to kill his former host, rescue the girl and explore the role of hero. Who knew if it was perhaps an even greater experience? He had already searched for an occupant during their brief struggle. Finding none, he assumed it would be a simple matter to complete the transfer. If he was too weak a field for the kind of interaction he wanted, he could jump ship as soon as they were back in civilization. Some time would pass, but he was sure he could find a new and suitable host for his purposes. And besides, even if that should fail, there was still the girl. He could experience her terror from within.
    For a moment, he allowed that to wash over him even through the pain of the Taser. The thought of being able to feel her fear, to drink in the horror she felt, to luxuriate in her helplessness, sustained him even against the terrible burning fire coursing through him.
    That disassociation, however, was his undoing. While he plotted and planned his next move, the current from the Taser traveled through his host’s body, forcing him out in front of a wave of electrons coming at a rate he could neither resist nor impede. Too late, he sensed the presence of the silver in the weapon itself. He took the briefest of moments to wonder why the human would have used it. A fine conductor, it was still inferior to several others, its only quality here was that it was impervious by his people. As if to confirm that, the creature rode the wave of electrons out of the body of his former