A Magic Murder.

A Somewhat Normal Morning.

I wake up to the sound of my ZiBox blaring in my ear. Grumbling, I reach to answer the call, but kind of-sorta end up overestimating how far away my nightstand was, and fall off my bed with a yelp. Though the rug is soft, my nose is still throbbing as I answer whoever it is. I frown as a familiar face forms holographically.

"Tyler?" I ask. "What do you want, it is too early for this."

Tyler frowns, confusion and pure annoyment on his face. "Two things. One, it is nearly noon, what do you mean it is too early? And two," his voice raises, "WE HAVE A VERY IMPOTANT MEETING TODAY! WHERE ARE YOU?!" 

My eyes widen in horror. I completely forgot that was happening! 

Tyler sighs. "You have five minutes. See you soon." And with that, he hangs up on me. I race to make my bed, pulling the light green covers up and hastily throwing the stuffed animals back on (Hey, we all have things we like). I then dash to my closet and grab a black jumper and white top, and run to the bathroom to get dressed, then drag a brush through my long brown hair. After a quick breakfast, (which was really just dry cereal, because who has time to pour milk?) I run out the front door, making sure to grab my coat. It is based off those detectives that you see in those old movies, because why not? I run out just to see that its crowded on the street. My house is smack dab in the middle of the city, and only a few minutes away from my office. That is, when there's no traffic! 

I glance around, and spot a narrow alleyway that looks empty. As I enter, I see a garbage can, and a smooth white wall, normal things to be in a alleyway. Perfect. Before anyone can notice, I run and jump on the garbage can and using my ability, make small ice foot holds on the wall. I scale the wall and do a flip onto the roof. While I may not be as smart as the rest of my team, I am VERY athletic (happens when your dad feels you need to do a thousand different sports at once).

Luckily for me, it is rush hour, so I won't be spotted (maybe). I spot my office a few blocks away. It is very noticeable, being the most colorful building in the city. I look up, and see the air traffic is as bad as the ground traffic, so tough luck getting a taxi. Means I'm going to need to walk. Such a shame.

I run across the buildings, and make it just in the nick of time. Jumping down into an alleyway, I open the door. Breathing heavily, I lean on the door frame. "I'm here, I made it." I sputter out between breathes.

Tyler frowns once again, his brown hair in his face. "So glad you could make it. Here, have a donut. We have a hour until the meeting." He says, pushing his glasses up before walking over and handing me a donut.

"Thanks" I say, grabbing a strawberry with sprinkles and taking a huge bite out of it. I walk over and sit at one of the old leather chairs in the office. Unlike most detective offices in the city, which are mainly white and black, ours in very colorful, to say the least. The wall on the left is brick, with Tyler's desk facing the right wall. The wall in you see when entering the office is deep yellow, with multiple old paintings I managed to recover from the dump. The right wall is pink, and has a small table dark oak table, with which the donuts are resting on. In the middle, there is a couple of chairs so we can talk to customers. We have a loft, which is where me and my assistant Sophie's desk are located. We both are horrible with people. I think now is a good time to mention that I work as a detective in Landeria, the capital of the world government Ostia. The year is 2400, and the vast majority of objects are white, making our little rainbow building easy to see. Sophie loves color, and is responsible for that.

And speak of the devil, Sophie waltz right in after me, looking as proud as ever. "Are you late too?" I ask, offering a donut.

She nods, taking a glazed and double checking her space buns. She has a dark completion, and has dark brown hair with blue extensions. Along with a jean jacket with stars of every color, a bright yellow top, and jean pants, she stands out. A lot more then me and Tyler, who wears just a plain black turtleneck and jeans. Fashion changed a bit since the past, but not by much. Add that and my plain outfit, she defiantly is the most creative one here.

Sophie Waltz, Tyler Duke, and me, Elizabeth White. We make such a strange group, considering they both have a rarer gene then me. Confused? Let me break it down for you. 

Basically when your are born, there is a gene hidden deep within your DNA. You go to the doctor when you're about 7, and the run tests, including the Trigger. That test "triggers" that gene, and when activated, you can see certain molecules. See, those are the molecules you can control and manipulate. There is also certain variations of this gene, with the rarer cases being like Sophie, who controls lightning molecules, or Tyler, who can control the molecules around objects, so telekinesis. I have the second most common gene, the one to freeze water molecules. Being as common as it is, people pay no attention to it, and don't study it, making it SO underrated. There is a lot of things you can do, like freezing a certain someone's feet to the floor to stop the from vandalizing the "boring" government buildings, or recreating scenes from the past to help in a case. And because it's so common, it's hard to pinpoint who exactly, for example, lets say, scaled buildings with ice footholds (totally not me, by the way).

Anyways, back to the topic at hand. What make's our group so unusual? People with rare genetics aren't really seen with people like me, so it's a little odd to see us working together. Today we have a very important guest coming in, and the case they're bringing us is quite out of place. As the world is under one government, it is rare for someone to be murdered, much less a politician. And as fate had it, one extremely important official was murdered just last week. I have been requested to solve this case. Why? Who knows, all I know is that it's if we except it, we'll suddenly be a 100 times richer.

As I scarf down my third donut, the door opens, and in walks the client, the victims wife and vice-president, Laura Varney.

Hi. This is Cat, clocking out at 1158 words. First part, so no hate please. This is my first time writing for anybody other then close friends, so I hope you like it. Byee 👋.