Night of Ever
"No," Carly breathes, horrified.
She turns and clutches Jack's hand. He doesn't move, or acknowledge her movement, he simply watches and listens. He seems the calmest of them all, but even he is worried. Trudge closes the door behind him and leans against the wall. He glares out of the window, furious with himself. After all, he was the one who was asked, and he declined. If only he had agreed, then he could have done something, but it's too late for what ifs now.
"I am afraid we have almost no leads, except for this," a new Sector Security officer says.
He pulls out a small disc and inserts it into a machine. A projected image shines against the wall. It illuminates the dark room, and the worry on their faces. The screen counts down from five to zero, to prepare people for when they need to pay attention. It's impossible for them not to pay attention though.
Akiza enters a dark room, and the shaft of light from the door fades. She walks over to the desk by the open window.
A figure shifts from within the shadows. A man suddenly leaps out from the shadows. He turns on is heel and throws his cloak. He then grabs Akiza by the waist.
After which, the screen turns blank. A few blue dots spark across the screen, and the cloak floats to the ground. It reveals that both people have gone, and that there is a note on the table.
The camera zooms in to reveal that it is a standard A4 sheet. It has newspaper cuttings on it, spelling out one word.
Touched.
2 Days Later.
"I got it!" the young officer yells.
The door swings open and he throws a girl to the ground. She twists around and kicks out at him, but misses. Her shimmering blue-green eyes are fierce, and show her willingness for violence. The air is tainted by her fierce fury that's outmatched only by her flaming crimson hair. She twists uncomfortably and aims at him again, but he keep walking further out of her range.
"What is this?" Martha snaps. "What do you think you're doing?"
The young officer huffs. "This is the partner to the man who kidnapped your friend. She isn't going to confess in the interview room, so we're going to try another way to make her confess,"
"Not in my house," Martha tells him, sternly.
Jack pats a distraught Carly's back as she comes close to crying. "First Selene dies, and now Akiza's been kidnapped…."
He pulls the girl to her feet. "Look, what we're doing will be perfectly legal. It's just a way of insuring we get a confession, and then we'll take her to the court. If we work this way your friend will be home faster, and more likely to be alive,"
The soft winds outside the house suddenly grow strong. They force the window open and the officer to cover his face from a few shards of broken glass. He grumbles quietly, angered by the force of nature, when he realises something. A loud snap rings out as she crimson haired girl rips off the rope used to bind her wrists together. She moves away, backing towards the shadows beside the window. Just before she comes into contact with the wall, she stops. The officer growls, stepping forward, ready to arrest her again.
The officer stops again as the wind whistles loudly, blowing the curtains. They cast long, haunting shadows across the walls of the room. The officer gapes, backing away warily, and maybe a bit fearful. The wind begins to calm, and the curtains settle back into their place. A new shadow is instantly cast across the room. The response to the new presence is utter silence.
"Who are you?" the officer snaps.
"I could ask you the same thing," she replies, head lowered. "but all you are is a corrupt officer… Erika, are you ready?"
"As always," Erika replies.
"Then our meeting has reached an end," she murmurs, pleasantly.
Another wind whips up, twisting about them both. It lasts only a moment, but vanishes with the two. The silent room suddenly feels uneasy. The officer, shocked out of his wits, turns and runs off after them. He won't find them though, that much is clear. There isn't a single trace left of their presence.
Luna turns to her friends. "That wasn't who I think it is, was it?"
Author's Note: It's my birthday month, so yay. I thought that I had better get this up in time for this month. I really love typing this up. I hope it does better than the original.
Thank you, thank you, and thank you for reading. I'm sorry if you don't like it.