We Live To See The End

HE'S GONE?!

'Nice to see you back at work, Piercebridge,' Doctor Barker's voice sends horrible shivers down his spine. He removes Ashton's case file from his desk and slides a different one onto the table, 'I've realised it was probably... unfair to give you such a difficult case so early. You must be a bit rusty, it has been three years.'

Doctor Barker licks his lips before continuing, 'I'll give you two easy cases. Shouldn't take any longer than three months, but I'm not going to punish you if it does. Plus, me and Niall are arranging something.'

He leaves without another word. Kristoffer opens the case file. On top is the first case file. It reveals a picture of a girl with bubble-gum pink hair in twists, adorned with delicate rainbow beads, bronze skin, and dark brown eyes that gleam innocently through the printer paper.

Maurelias Bthnejilo

Age: 17

DOB: 18th March 2002

Job: Student at an unknown school, most likely magical.

City: London

Location: Unknown

Power: Amokinesis

Previously taken into AMI?: No

Kristoffer rubs at the scar on his forehead, still a scratch but less visible now. He flips the sheet of paper over on his desk, revealing the other case. It is of a girl with golden skin, jet black hair in a fluffy, bushy afro that covers her eyes, and two long scars forming an X on her right cheek.

Ghazala Tinashe D'Cruz

Age: 17

DOB: 1st February 2002

Job: Student at an unknown school, most likely magical.

City: London

Location: Unknown

Power: Dream Manipulation

Previously taken into AMI?: No

'I'd be careful of D'Cruz if I were you, Piercebridge. She's a difficult one,' Niall is suddenly behind him. Kristoffer does not turn around.

'A lot is difficult for you, isn't it, Niall?' Kristoffer bites back, turning his laptop on. Kristoffer can't see him, but he can tell Niall is curling his nose or lip or fist or some other body part.

'Excuse me?'

Kristoffer swivels on his chair, eyes squinted at Niall's ugly face, 'I said, a lot is difficult for you, isn't it, Niall? Now leave me alone, I've got cases to be doing.'

Niall exhales sharply through his nostrils, trying his best to skulk away in his thick soled boots. As he leaves, he shouts, 'That Rockwell's sure given you some sass!'

And he shouts a word I would rather not say as it is rather nasty. Kristoffer's heart crumpled like the can of an alcoholic on the side streets at 3 am. He stands bolt upright from his seat, marching down the corridor after Niall. He grabs him by the collar, making Niall jump like he's just been shocked by an electrical fence. He spits words directly into his face with heaps of disgust and disrespect, 'Say that again. Say that fucking shit again. I dare you, Trenton. You pathetic little man.'

'Calm down there, Piercebridge,' Niall's voice is quaking like a teenage boy, his feet now off of the floor. His best attempts at a friendly smile is met with curled noses and horror-stricken eyes.

'Fuck off,' Kristoffer snarls. He throws Niall to the floor, re-entering his office.

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