Born To Die Part One - The Case Chase

19 Moonover Lane

19 Moonover Lane. A large estate, settled in a small side street of London. Painted pearly white, with a high terrace that stretches higher and takes a scrape of the wispy clouds. The balconies that stretch from the 3rd floor windows were decorated with lights that glimmered in the night times. Snowdrops, violets, heather, lavender and ivy creep from the flowerpots on the windows like octopus tentacles. Colour blossoms in the inside, creating a comforting environment across all 3 floors. For example, the huge kitchen is adorned with potted greenery, and pots and pans hung from an ornate metal frame on the high ceilings.

Alexis Florakis sighs, brushing her fluffy mane of black curls away from her eyes. Shapeshifter. A difficult power, since she could be anyone or anything she desires, making it practically impossible for the AMI to capture. A sound of soft beating wings comes from the stairway. Her roommate and best friend, Ashton Rockwell appears at the bottom of the stairwell like a ghost. A ghost with uncontrollable fire for hair and his green eyes shining like emeralds from his face.

'Alexis, do you have your stuff for today?' He asks, walking into the dining room. Alexis huffs.

'Yes, yes. I typed it up at three in the morning,' She yawns, feeling her way to the kitchen through her tired eyes. A rare laugh escapes Ashton's lips.

'I hope there are some new people,' He says, returning back to his usual monotone voice. Alexis brings trough 2 bowls, a carton of milk and 3 boxes of cereal. A sound comes from Ashton's phone. He retrieves it from his pocket.

'Oh my god,' He whispers. Alexis knits her brows together. He blinks in disgust and disbelief.

'What is it?' She asks, sitting next to him. He places the phone on the table. The notifications says "New follower: krispiercebridge".

'Shit,' Ashton says, grabbing his hair, 'Shit shit shit shit fuck...'

Alexis keeps her eyes glued to the screen. A message appears on the screen.

krispiercebridge

Hey Ash, I'm in a kinda a difficult situation and I'm wondering if you can help me? I'm really sorry for what I did xoxo <3.

Ashton sits back down and reads the message. His face turns pale. He slowly looks to Alexis.

'Eat your breakfast. I'll deal with this' He says as calmly as possible. He unfurls his wings from his back and flies up the stairs, leaving a trail of a few white feathers behind. 

*

Kristoffer taps his foot on the floor of his bedroom. Awaiting a text back. He decides to leave the matter alone, and pack a big; he seems to be in for a long run. He places his multitude of weapons at the bottom, like his favourite pocket knife. He covers them with enough clothes to last about a year, although his overconfident side was telling him he didn't need them. He dampens the thought with drops of anger from the case circumstances. He finishes the packing, and zips the bag up with great difficulty. A look of anger crosses his face. A tear falls onto his bag. The message pops up. 

rockingverywell

what do you need?

Kristoffer's heart begins to beat faster and harder. His thumbs race across the phone keyboard, desperate to tell him what he needs; a story he had made up earlier in the morning. Around 3am.

krispiercebridge

I was working for the AMI, but I quit because I hated it. Now they're hunting me down because I was doing really good for their numbers. Can I please hide with you for a bit? I can help.

* 

Ashton looks at the text, his hands trembling with fear. His wings flutter with anxiety. Despite hating him, he can't help but pity him. He returns to his usual stoic manner of hate and distrust.

rockingverywell

okay, fine. me and alexis host this meeting for magic people. it's at the burntside theater. find it and meet us at 11am. no sooner and no later.

He contemplates throwing his phone into his small back garden, but chooses to simply throw it onto his bed, his eyes prickling with hot angry tears, relieving the memory of the day he left. I feel no need to explain it; this will come about later.