Desiree The Half Elf Princess Warrior: Keeper of the Rune

A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING

And to Desiree's astonishment, the moment the female detective had snatched a hold of the necklace did so she let out a scream of pain.

Immediately, she let go of the enchanted jewelry, staring bewilderedly at her hands. To Desiree's surprise, Detective Miyahira's hands were blistering red. She was hunched over in pain, staring at her hands - skin was peeling off her fingers.

"What's the meaning of this? You did this to me, didn't you? I knew it. Some kind of spell. You've been hanging out with that witch!"

Desiree had a hunch who the female detective was referring to: Persephone. "Midori, are you alright?" Detective Jackson asked.

Detective Miyahara looked up at the male lead officer. There was a trace of madness in her black eyes. She grabbed a pair of guns from their holsters, leveling one at Desiree and the other at her male partner.

Even as she did this, she groaned in agony from the burns upon her red, raw palms. Desiree's birthmark was almost debilitating her with pain, yet she could see the female detective aiming the firearm in her direction.

"Whoa---wait a minute!" Detective Jackson said. "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" Detective Jackson asked, jumping to his feet, and knocking the chair over. The female detective declined to answer him. She held the guns steady. The pain in Desiree's hand was building at a feverish pitch.

Desiree sat frozen in the chair; her green eyes fixated on the barrel of Detective Miyahara's pistol, but not believing anything she was seeing. This can't be happening. She wished she was as far away from there as possible. The awful realization washed over her like a tidal wave. She felt utterly confused and defeated.

A needle-sharp pain seared across Desiree's birthmark; her hand felt as though it was about to explode.

"Have something to say?" Detective Miyahara said, eyeing her male partner. Detective Jackson was speechless. Desiree stared at Detective Miyahara, who had a look of cruel satisfaction upon her rounded, square face. The petite teen just didn't see how this could be... the female detective was supposed to serve and protect... it made no sense... no sense at all.

Desiree was rendered unable to speak; no amount of words could convey what was transpiring in the room.

"Nothing?" Detective Miyahara said. "I didn't think so. Very well. then, you wouldn't mind if I fix my hands, would you? It serves me no useful purpose in this condition."

Detective Jackson repeatedly blinked his eyes without uttering a peep.

"This should do the trick," Detective Miyahara added. And at once, she spoke in a foreign dialect, and at the same moment, a column of swirling energies appeared, surrounding the female detective's hands. Next, with an icy surge of shock, the energies that had engulfed female officer's hands, then dissipate in a flash. The female officer let out a deep breath, examining her own hands as they magically healed themselves.

Lastly, she held her hand up and flexed her fingers, with an expression of triumph upon her face. All the same, she managed to keep a grip of her firearm, still pointing directly at Detective Jackson's heart. All the while, Desiree's birthmark continued to burn all but past endurance.

"There. I'm back to my old self again." Detective Miyahara said. "Better than ever. I feel like a million bucks. All right. Now, I'm pretty sure -"

Agent Middleton placed her hands in her pants pocket as though she had every intention of pulling out a weapon in reaction to the other woman.

"No, no, no. Bad girl, " Detective Miyahara said, holding up her forefinger and shook it as though she was chastising a misbehaving pet. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you. Believe me, I'm pretty quick on the draw."