Snap!
Lila Rossi's ears perked up at the sound of the camera shutter, surprised. She spun around, noticing a young police officer holding up a camera toward her.
However, he wasn't focused on her, but something in front of her. The lying man on the floor. He was covered in a thick veil so as not to let any media or the public identify him.
A pre-akumatised victim who had collapsed from the strength of an akuma. The victim could never live the same life again after being akumatised.
The sight didn't deter Lila, but rather the photo did. Her pupils dilated in worry, and she bit her lip slightly.
I hope he didn't get my face...
She swallowed harshly. She was usually praised for leaving no trail behind. No evidence or even a mark that would connect her to anything. Lila continued to observe the policemen work from a safe distance, blending into the crowd that had formed behind the yellow police tape.
She squinted her pistachio-coloured eyes, then rubbed her necklace between her fingers, trying to eavesdrop the conversation.
"Captain Raincomprix!" the young policeman said swiftly as the red-headed captain marched toward the scene. "I'm glad you're here!"
"Of course you are," Raincomprix said gruffly. "What is it, Miller?"
"I found some evidence!" the man said excitedly, holding up a plastic baggy. "Are you proud of me, sir?"
Raincomprix didn't flinch, but eyed the young man's eager face. He snatched away the plastic bag and surveyed it, noticing a single, lengthy dark brown hair.
Lila gritted her teeth in frustration.
Dammit!
"I've seen that brown hair in another akumatisation scene!" Miller said smartly. "I believe that we can identify the girl, and she most likely will be our prime suspect!"
"I see," Raincomprix grinned, slightly proud. "Nice work Miller, we can add this to the official reports."
"When can we send the hair to the DNA specialists?" Miller asked, frowning.
"In about a week," Raincomprix said. "Paris is ridden with crime right now."
Lila nibbled her fingernails, terrified.
No, no, no, no! I can't afford to be a prime suspect so quickly! We've only started!
She felt her hair and stared at it for a moment.
Maybe I could cut it? They can't afford to identify every single brunette in Paris...but I can't take that risk.
Swearing under her breath, she pushed her way out of the crowd and away from the scene. She cupped her necklace with her two hands, feeling a small energy from within it. She closed her fingers over it, then tucked it under her shirt.
Fox.
Fox.
Lila sighed angrily, as she heard the velvety smooth voice of an old friend. Her eyes wandered around her surroundings, she was still in the open, with other people.
He won't give me a damn break will he...
She rushed over to a narrow alleyway, and rested against a brick wall, fishing out her phone from her pocket. She pretended to have a call.
"What? I don't want people to think I'm talking to myself like last time!"
What happened? I felt something from you. Something negative.
Lila frowned, mildly disgusted.
"Dude can you stop stalking me every second? It's annoying as hell."
Answer me Lila. Something happened, correct?
I cannot afford something to go wrong, especially so early into the plan.
"Yes," Lila admitted. "Something happened."
And? Mind telling me what it is?
He was angry, with a tinge of curiousity. He wasn't worth telling everything.
"I'll fix it, okay?" Lila scowled. "Spare your forehead from anymore creases, I beg you. Trust me."
There was a pause as the conversation seemed to take a sinister turn.
Very well.
That does not sound very well...
Lila pressed her lips together in a tight line. She tried to find a quick way out.
"Well. See you around then. When you want to talk to a girl, try not stalking her. Might have worked with Emilia." she purred finally, feeling triumphant.
There was no reply, just a simple, low growl.
Heh...guess that really is his weak spot.
"I've got something to do."
She pretended to hang up as to not arouse suspicion, and plunged her phone in her pocket. She coughed slightly, feeling a cold coming up, then shook her head.
She honestly could not stand the winters of Paris.
Okay, Rossi, focus.
Her mind raced back to what the young man was saying, about the official police records.
Alright, infiltration, Rossi, you've done this dozens of times before, you can do it again.
Her green eyes glimmered as her lips curled into a smile.
Time to bust into a police station.
A/N
Hello, in case you don't know, this prologue was created after a few chapters. I hope you enjoyed it enough to keep reading :
~Variiscite