It All Started With Magic

Chapter 1 When Plans Are Not Good Enough

Time: Forty-eight hours ago
Location: Silver-Cave Headquarters, Interrogation room
"Tell us what we need to know and no one... will get hurt," drawled a man with white eyes, shining like diamonds under the only LED light in the room.
"Why can't you just tell us what we want to know? Hmm?" He crossed the length of the room, a knife he'd been picking on, focus unwavering from the tip of the knife which was at the same height as the seated girl.
"And what is it that you want to know?" a girl with eyes - that reflected the night sky right before it turns black - stammered back. Her eyes were fixated on the knife, but they shifted back and forth between the holder of the knife and the weapon itself.
"Who hired you?" He said, finally being so close to her seated state, it almost felt like a whisper to her. His eyes shone like stars in the tenebrous night sky, seemed to be lulling her to speak.
'Tell him what you know,' she thought, 'but what exactly should I tell him?' 

She seemed to be in a trance. But her mind was not done yet. It tried to bring her back, being almost successful each time. He smiled. A small curl on both ends of lips moved upwards, but his eyes, his eyes spoke something else. There was no humor there.

'Like ice,' she thought, 'cold and deathly calm, like in a grave.' Something about this man seemed to induce fear in her heart.
'Just tell me who hired you?' This time his voice too, like his eyes, was void of any warmth. The words came out like knives being thrown at her – sharp and edged.
"No one hired me. I just want to find someone for my own self," she said at last.
'No point in twisting any further,' she thought, 'he is unforgiving.' She had calculated him enough to understand this much about him.

"Your own interest? And What is that?" he inquired further.
'Physically, six foot fiveish, combat ready and a lefty by choice. Ambidextrous,' Fiona concluded.
"Calculating my weight?" he asked outright to her and was equally rewarded by a slight blush on the bluish bruises from the 'interrogation process'.
"Just wish to know whether you have a heart or a stone?" Fiona retorted back quickly to cover up for her honesty.
"It depends on your responses. Name?" 

"Fiona."

"Age?"

"25. Is that question necessary?" To this, she received an eye-roll.
'Yay for me,' she thought.
"Who hired you?"
"No one."
"What were you doing in the files room?"
"Looking for some information on a person."
"This isn't Police house. What made you come here?"
"Information."
"Quite candid aren't we all of a sudden?"
"I need information."
"You'll be lucky to be alive, girl," he sneered at last.
"What and on whom did you want information on?"

"E-"

'BANG! BANG! BANG!'

The door was pounded upon so heavily that the place seemed to resonate with the urgency of the knocker outside.
"V, open up! We have another one caught snooping." The gruff and huffed voice outside seemed to put 'V' in a mood.
"Seems like we caught your friend. Mind telling me who that would be?" He asked, his voice laced with anger. Fiona's purple eyes widened half in shock and half in terror.
'Oh god! She's here. She's looking for me. And they caught her!' 

First came panic, then came remorse. She shouldn't have asked her to come for her if she didn't come back. She shouldn't have encouraged her ideas. She shouldn't have, she just shouldn't have. But it was too late for regret because they had caught her, and she'd be interrogated too. 

'No, not her!' Fiona thought fervently.

"She has got nothing to do with this! You should let her go! Ask me and I'll tell you. But don't you dare lay your hands on her! Or else, or else I will..." Fiona was fumbling for words now, her words were getting all mixed up. 

'Not her! Not Amber!' Fiona was losing her mind, regretting every single one of those days that she'd sat and planned and let Amber in on it.

"Or what? What would you do? Exactly what can you do?" V asked, his voice raising in alarm, eyes scrutinizing every possible move that Fiona could take and how he'd subdue any attack she'd make. 

Standing up now, he closed the distance between their faces so fast, Fiona instinctively moved back. But she was not fast enough. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and pulled her closer, only two hairs worth of distance spanning between their noses. He locked his eyes with her and Fiona could immediately feel a protruding feeling, but he wasn't holding anything at her, only her neck. But why did her mind feel pressurized? Like someone was trying to pry her mind open?

She realized.

'He can read minds!' Fiona felt alarmed and fear crept into her mind. She immediately closed her eyes.
'Fiona, if anyone ever tries to look into your mind,' Amber had said, as they were strolling around the room, 'look away. Generally, if he/she isn't a sorcerer that should work.' Amber's words were resonating in her mind like a room without any ventilator. The words echoed and bounced around until its own momentum increased the pace and then reduced, then lulled to a stop. As the words rolled on the floor at last, she opened her eyes, to see his piercing gaze upon hers, but it seemed...different. 

Curious.

Haunting.