Sometimes the law isn't the answer to everything.
Sometimes you need someone else, something else to clean up the mess of the rotten and the corrupted.
Whenever you feel like everything in the world is smothered in darkness. We are the ones who ligh...
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Author's Note
The link I was provided with for the new cover (as shown above) sent me to an account on 'wallpaperUp' called BETRuleR. I don't know if (s)he's the original creator but I do not own this.
The Girl Who Doesn't Belong
I looked up at the short but wide red and white-bricked building with the words 'Charlotte Mecklenburg Police Department' written in bold blue letters and sighed heavily as I pinched the bridge of my nose. 'It's way too early in the morning to be doing this' I thought to myself groggily before walking into the building on my own as my siblings, Dante and Iris, waited behind, much to their, or rather Iris's, disappointment.'No, the last thing I need is her flirting with the cops and having Dante going into macho overprotective older brother mode' I thought to myself, cringing at how big of a disaster that would've become. The moment I walked into the room I felt all the eyes turn to me, some were questioning looks from some of the officers.
'Who is she?'
'Why is she here?'
'Has there been a crime that we haven't heard about?'
While other looks were lustful as a bunch of arrogant-looking men glanced down at my physique, 'It's just a pretty face, boys. Nothing you haven't seen before' I mentally told them as I continued my way forward towards the lieutenant's office, like a man on a mission.
'Or a woman on a mission in my case'
Although I couldn't exactly blame them for staring, I didn't look like I was one of them, in fact, I looked like the complete opposite of everyone here. While the people here were either wearing suits or police uniforms I looked like a teenager who was ready to dive into the mosh pit at a rock concert with my black leather jacket, my grey Guns 'n' Roses t-shirt and my dark denim distressed jeans and black ankle boots. However, once I reached the lieutenant's office and politely knocked on the door before hearing a tired, middle-aged man yell out 'enter!', the staring became non-existent to me.
I walked in to find the tired looking, middle-aged man I expected
He was tall with dark brown hair that had several grey patches of hair that showed his ageing, he had a grey stubble and most likely hasn't been shaved in a while. His blue eyes were dull, no doubt due to all the horrors he has seen from his years of police work and he had bags under his eyes as a sign from exhaustion, 'it must've been a rough night for him'. I couldn't help but pity the poor guy, he was a good, hard-working man yet he looked so worn down and I was not about to make this any easier for him. He looked up at me with a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth which he took out and held it between his index and middle finger so that he could breathe out a puff of cancerous smoke.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" he asked once the puff of smoke disappeared, the way he spoke didn't indicate any sign that he was intending on being so rude so I brushed off his blunt greeting off as the exhaustion talking.
