Jannah
Barely holding on.
Some messes were not so easy to wade through. Elijah was quickly learning as he found himself dozing off between the stacks of files that lined his desk. Each one contained important information on the city's wanteds. As of late there were many. Far too many. It produced a sigh from the man as he attempted to set himself upwards in his seat. There was just a bit more work to be done until he could leave for the night. That was always a welcomed conclusion to the gruelling shifts that pitted him against some less than savoury people. Yet, it paid the bills and got food on the table.
He did not particular enjoy what he did. Perhaps it even made him a hypocrite, but he managed to think long and hard about the alternative. A place within one of the international institutions worldwide was hardly appealing, allowing him to find his niche in one of the few establishments that had been willing to accept somebody like him. It was not the frizzy red hair or the dreamy amber eyes, but something else entirely and he knew it.
I am not like these other people.
Self-doubt. It was a powerful trait, one that acted as a virus until it conquered its host entirely. Elijah was that host, allowing new more appropriate thoughts to flow through his mind.
They were thoughts that had been pre-approved by the law itself.
"All are welcome if they fight for justice, whether human or gifted..." The mantra that Elijah repeated to himself was a simple one. He allowed it to slip out of his chapped lips and into the crowded office space around him. Aside from the stack of files, stemming from months of data collection, laid several other crucial elements in the man's latest investigation. Among them was the most notable, a half empty mug of coffee that was long past the stage of being lukewarm. It had once served as a compelling device of alertness but now it remained idle and lifeless, much like those who had opted to turn to the wrong side of law enforcement. The consequences were clear, yet some dared to defy them. A true marvel of the ages, but also an interesting case for the man who struggled through his night's work.
It was one file in particular that stood out. The man found himself regularly returning to, fixated on one detail in particular. Who was the woman within the shadows? Why was she so destructive? Revenge? Pure rampage? Or perhaps simple mischief? There were questions that eluded even the most elite in the force, making it a wonder that they trusted the independent investigator on the case at all. Through thick and thin I will seek answers.
He left himself pondering much, grasping his hand around the coffee mug. Within seconds streams of steam began to protrude from it as if heating up immensely. With a nod, he took a single sip. It remained bitter, much like the mission he would be forced to pursue. Yet, options were limited. It was time to do what few others dared to. He stood up and walked over to the office window that overlooked the cityscape beyond. He began to stare out into the darkened horizon. Shadows. Darkness. for some, it was a natural phenomenon of nature, but for others it was a tool of carnage and destruction.
Tonight, though, it was something else entirely. It was potentially a clue - a clue that would bring about the ultimate reckoning.
He did not particular enjoy what he did. Perhaps it even made him a hypocrite, but he managed to think long and hard about the alternative. A place within one of the international institutions worldwide was hardly appealing, allowing him to find his niche in one of the few establishments that had been willing to accept somebody like him. It was not the frizzy red hair or the dreamy amber eyes, but something else entirely and he knew it.
I am not like these other people.
Self-doubt. It was a powerful trait, one that acted as a virus until it conquered its host entirely. Elijah was that host, allowing new more appropriate thoughts to flow through his mind.
They were thoughts that had been pre-approved by the law itself.
"All are welcome if they fight for justice, whether human or gifted..." The mantra that Elijah repeated to himself was a simple one. He allowed it to slip out of his chapped lips and into the crowded office space around him. Aside from the stack of files, stemming from months of data collection, laid several other crucial elements in the man's latest investigation. Among them was the most notable, a half empty mug of coffee that was long past the stage of being lukewarm. It had once served as a compelling device of alertness but now it remained idle and lifeless, much like those who had opted to turn to the wrong side of law enforcement. The consequences were clear, yet some dared to defy them. A true marvel of the ages, but also an interesting case for the man who struggled through his night's work.
It was one file in particular that stood out. The man found himself regularly returning to, fixated on one detail in particular. Who was the woman within the shadows? Why was she so destructive? Revenge? Pure rampage? Or perhaps simple mischief? There were questions that eluded even the most elite in the force, making it a wonder that they trusted the independent investigator on the case at all. Through thick and thin I will seek answers.
He left himself pondering much, grasping his hand around the coffee mug. Within seconds streams of steam began to protrude from it as if heating up immensely. With a nod, he took a single sip. It remained bitter, much like the mission he would be forced to pursue. Yet, options were limited. It was time to do what few others dared to. He stood up and walked over to the office window that overlooked the cityscape beyond. He began to stare out into the darkened horizon. Shadows. Darkness. for some, it was a natural phenomenon of nature, but for others it was a tool of carnage and destruction.
Tonight, though, it was something else entirely. It was potentially a clue - a clue that would bring about the ultimate reckoning.
