A/N: Hello, thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read this. My fanfic is based off of the movie se7en (with a lot of changes of course, or that would be a severe account of plagiarism). If you haven't watched the movie se7en, I suggest you watch it if you want to know what you're getting yourselves into. Otherwise, sit back and relax. :)

Summary: Dawn, once kid genius is tired of being stuck in the darkness of Hearthome. After working as a detective for 6 years, she decides she wants to quit. Her situation is put on hold when newbie Andrew Hayden comes and coaxes Dawn to do a last crime with him. They realize that the crimes they've encounter are connected to one ideal: The Seven Deadly Sins. The two detectives then form a forced agreement to be civil as they hunt down a serial killer using these seven deadly sins as a justification for his crimes and ignorance towards human morals. But as the they dive deeper into the mess, the crimes slowly take jabs towards them on a personal level, and it's not to long before they realize that they themselves are apart of this killers grand plan. It's a big chess game to the killer, and Dawn and Andrew are just pawns in the making.

As for ships, romance will play a minor part in this story, but it's not a Dawn/Drew romance fanfic. I guess if I had to pick a ship, it'd be contestshipping with dashes of ikarishipping, but that's not really the point of the fanfic.

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Part 1: Calm Before the Calamity

Before our inevitable doom, we like to reflect on what could been, what should been, and what has been. Having the knowledge that your absence on this world is destiny humbling you down right before chaos is staring at you in the eyes.

Lust

Gluttony

greed

Sloth

Wrath

Envy

Pride

Chapter 1: A Dwindling Flame

She glides over the wooden floor, knowing all too well what has happened here. It's the same every time, the same intention, the same deaths, the same gut wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach where she knew that she wasn't going to sleep well tonight.

Unless she was able to solve this one, of course.

The lights flicker above them in the lowly lit room. Around her people are hustling and bustling, moving left and right, destroying to the home to find evidence for these crimes. This was the 5th type of murder to occur in the past 3 months. Lucky for her, there hasn't been a connection made yet, but she knew all too well that this may be the last one before the hellhounds from channel 2 came to interrogate her.

She circled through the kitchen, taking note of the magnets stuck on the fridge with the kids drawings, the cupboards full of dishes, the missing knife from the knife set...

Which slowly leads her to the scene of the crime. Three bodies, laid carelessly on the white carpet in the living room. Another officer stands next to her, looking at the bloody mess on the floor. You can easily notice and point out this killer had an immense amount of anger and aggression that spilled over into the family, as their faces were unrecognizable. She squatted to the ground, looking closely at the damage done to the young mother and her children.

A flash went off and the officer next to her mutters a couple of curse words of surprise. She gets up and walks in circle, deep in thought.

"The fucker left fingerprints everywhere." The officer next to her said, dusting off a few items.

"Who?" She asked

"The father, of course. Who else would it be?"

"You don't know yet if he was the one who did this. Could be framed." She said, sounding slightly optimistic with a shrug of her shoulders. The officer next to her scoffed as he picked up a sliver of hair and put it in the bag.

"And you don't know if actually fucking didn't do it." The officer snapped, clearly annoyed by Dawn's presence. She rolled her eyes and walked around the tiny apartment. Pictures of the family and relatives were plastered everywhere, scattered around the house in no particular order. Dawn picked up one, wiping her fingers on the frame. The officer snatched away from her.

"Hey, don't tamper with the evidence!" Before Dawn could make a retort of how this band of new officers she's been assigned to work with were completely raging a storm through the house, a loud crash was heard in the children's room followed by a string of curses. Dawn lifted an eyebrow and took the picture back, setting it in it's place.

A few lowly minutes pass, before Dawn can't help to wonder about the children.

"Do you think the kids were first?" She asked, to no one in particular. The officer who was with Dawn however heard her and scoffed.

"Why do you ask all these questions?"

"I'm a detective, sir. It's my job."

"No shit. But what's up with these point of asking those kind of questions?" The officer sneered, picking up books of the shelf. "The compassionate ones…"

Dawn looked at the officer with an all knowing glare and a feisty glow in her eyes. "Someone needs to care. I mean, look at this mess." Dawn walks over to the mutilated family on the ground and crouches down next to them. "In a time of darkest defeat, victory may be nearest." Dawn muttered to the victims on the ground.

"You know Hikari, we're all gonna be real glad that you're leaving. You waste our time with pointless questions. 'Were the kids first?' Who cares! They're all de-"

She stood up and dusted her black pants, walking swiftly to the officer which prompted him to stop speaking. His eyes widen, sweat drawn from his forehead and slowly creeping its way down his face. Rule number one with working with Dawn Hikari, was to never ever piss her off.

"I will not stop fighting for these victims, for everyone has a story that needs to be written, sir. All of them need someone to care a-"

"Ms. Hikari, we've found the father."

A small tug on her lips shone through and she gave the officer a slight shove showing her dominance and ferawisity. "Let me see the body."

"Detective Hikari?" A male voice pulls her through from the roots of her anger and tosses it aside to wither. She looks at the source of the voice, a young officer standing at the door.

"What?! Can't you see I'm busy?" She says, motioning towards the direction she was intent on walking in. The passion and sense of justice was burning strong in her soul, and she was ready now motivated to figure out this case, but this man ruined the moment. The young officer nodded his head and stood uncomfortably.

"Yes ma'am but…"

A knock came from the door, and another man appeared. Tousled green hair that had been combed to fit only a certain way and a certain style. Matching green eyes sparked with excitement and curiosity. A smug look completed the whole package. In that moment, all of Dawn's motivation flew out the window. Here was another eager detective, overconfident in their skill and too impatient. She sighed.

"Detective Hayden." He said, giving a small wave as a sign of acknowledgement. Dawn gave him a look as he came over to shake her hand.

"Detective Hikari."

"I know, I've read all your books."

"Really now?"

"Yes ma'am. Your second installment of the hunt for the axe murderer in Viridian City was my favorite." She rolled her eyes, the burning passion she had ignited was gone.

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The bodies of the family were rolled out the apartment, covered in thick plastic to conceal their identities. But Dawn knew it was so the public wouldn't be shocked and scarred by the cruelty of the killer. The rain was pouring down hard in Hearthome City and she and Detective Hayden took refuge under a tarp as they watched the bodies get piled into an ambulance.

"That poor family. Thankfully they have relatives that care to host a funeral that serves up to their expectations."

Detective Hayden gave her a look, she could see it in her peripheral vision, but she kept her mouth shut. They were all the same, they never understood her vision of justice.

"Are we going to the precinct now? I would like to visit the morgue to learn more about the family that was killed today." Dawn looked at him and motioned him to walk with him.

"Why Hearthome, Detective Hayden?"

"Please ma'am, it's Andrew."

"What?"

"My name is Andrew, well, my friends and my wife call me Drew but you're welcome to call me either… ma'am." He young boy was nervous around her, wanted her approval and her appreciation for him. They were all the same. All eager for the wrong cause.

"Alright, Drew. Why did you chose Hearthome? Why did you put so much effort to come to this city and this neighborhood."

A police car rings in the background, the rain falls onto the two people harder with every step. They quicken their pace together without saying a word.

"Well, I've worked homicide for a couple of years, picked up classes early when I was in college. Crime has always been a passion ma'am."

Dawn gave a grunt of disapproval. A man walked by and pushed Drew to the side, causing him to stumble.

"All in all, I guess it was the same reasons you had. Before you decided to quit of course." Dawn swiftly turned to see a cocky smile plastered on the boy's face. He knew! She rolled her eyes and stood her ground.

"I want you to listen here, Hayden." She poked him in the chest, jabbing her fingernail into him. Her hair was a dark blue mess, her lashes heavily coated by the rain. "You don't even know me."

The young officer laughed, and stepped away with his hands in the air.

"Look ma'am, I'm not trying to offend you. I just think that maybe I don't understand the question." A gust of wind blew Dawn's blue ocean of hair wildly, stirring up a storm.

"The reputation here at Hearthome, and in this district for crime is high. Highly dangerous. And while everyone is trying to hang low, just… pass on by without endangering anyone else, here you come fighting to stay in this city. Why? You could've had such an easier life in Jubilife."

"I didn't want to stand guarding the PokeMart all morning, or issuing parking tickets to civilians. I want to be in the center of darkness, like you mentioned in your books." Dawn rolled her blue orbs, cursing under her breathe. He was like every other newbie that came around.

"I don't understand your hostility ma'am, but I can assur-"

Dawn grabbed his collar and glared at him. "I want you to listen. Listen closely to what you hear. The police sirens is more common here than schools, crime is more evident than air, and the amount of blood and dying screams you will hear will forever be carved in your bones." She released him with a slight push.

"Welcome to hell, Detective Hayden. I hope you can survive your stay." Dawn gave a small smile and walked into the rain, leaving the green haired man by himself confused and agitated.

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A/N: So there's Dawn and Drew. Needless to say they're off to a rough start, but they'll survive... or maybe not. Please review and leave any critism, questions, or concerns you have. Thank you.